Page 179 of Sins of Innocence

I let out a long slow breath before admitting, "I love you."

His hands still in the act of pushing my dress down my hips. "You love me?"

I swallow. "Yes. I know it’s too soon." That's what logic says anyway. "But you’re everything I didn’t know I needed and everything I will ever want in a partner."

"How?" His tone rings with sincere bewilderment. "I'm a weapon. A mobster."

"You're a man. You might not live by society's rules, but integrity and honor are written into your DNA."

"You deserve better than a man tarnished by darkness," he says with conviction and then grimaces. "But I’ll never let you go."

"I don't want you to let me go," I promise him. "I love you, Kieran. I don’t care that you’re a mobster. I don’t care that your past is dark, that you still live in the shadows. You treat me and my daughters like we are the most important people in the world. You spoil my mom and you gave my sister-by-another-mister a safe place to be herself."

How could I not love him?

Emotions crashing over me in inexorable waves, I grip his shirt with clenched fists. "You give me physical pleasure like I have never known. My body feels like it’s with its mate when you touch me. It’s always so right. No matter what we do."

He's utterly still, hanging on my every word.

"You’ve been so patient and respectful with the girls down the hall and mom across it. A lot of men would be cranky or irritated, but you found a way for us to share our bodies without embarrassing the girls and my mom with my cries." Not to mention how humiliated I would be for them to hear me. "Everything about you is the kind of man I want to be with."

"Not everything." He says it’s so with such certainty. But he’s wrong.

"Yes, everything. I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it, but I don’t want you to be someone else. I love you. I love Wraith. I love Kieran. They’re both you and both of you fill my heart."

We undress in a profound silence after that. He’s so gentle as he removes my dress and panties, touching me with reverence. I touch him with the same devotion as he discards his own clothing.

His big body is so strong and battle scarred; I can never forget the warrior I am with. And that makes my ovaries sing arias more beautiful than any composer in history has ever been able to write.

When we're both breathing harshly and I'm too wobbly on my feet to stand on my own anymore, he picks me up and carries me to the bed.

He lays me down and spreads my legs, staring at my pussy with hot, hungry eyes. "You are so pretty here, baby girl." His rough, calloused fingertip traces my folds before dipping into my moisture and drawing the slick witness up to my clit.

"I love the way you feel down here. So hot and tight and good." He slides two fingers inside me, rubbing his thumb side-to-side over my engorged bundle of nerves.

I gasp at the dual sensations of my vaginal walls stretching around his fingers and my clitoris short-circuiting with pleasure from the touch of his thumb.

He leans down until his face is only a breath away from my center and inhales deeply. "I love the way you smell."

I cant my hips upward, instinctively trying to reach his mouth, but he doesn't give it to me. He just continues that maddening touch with his thumb while his fingers remain still inside me.

I whimper and he smiles. "Feeling impatient?"

"Yes!" I try to shift my hips up and down, but his other hand clamps on my thigh, stopping me.

"Kieran, please!"

He places the softest kiss at the top of my mound. "Don’t worry. I will always give you what you need."

The handcuffs dig into my hip and I shift away from them a little, drawing his attention to them.

He lifts his head, his eyes dark with knowing lust. "You want something, baby girl?"

I want to orgasm, but I know that's not what he's talking about. He thinks I drew his attention to the handcuffs on purpose.

Did I?

The way my pussy weeps at the thought of him putting them on me tells me that maybe I did.