Page 62 of Untamed Sinner

Her third orgasm is slower, deeper, more devastating than the first two combined. It rolls through her in waves, and my name falls from her lips over and over.

When she finally comes down, I withdraw my hand and bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her while holding her gaze.

Then I release her throat and turn her around to face me. "On your knees," I say quietly.

I expect her to resist—I expect a smart-ass reply and anticipate having to convince her. I never expected that she’d just slide down and kneel in front of me.

Mandy on her knees should feel like victory. Instead, the look in her eyes makes it perfectly fucking clear which one of us is in trouble.

When she wraps her hand around my cock, I inhale sharply. She takes me into her mouth, and I have to brace myself against the counter.

Her tongue works me with the same precision she uses for everything else—efficient, focused, devastating.

"Fuck," I breathe. "Just like that."

She takes me deeper.

My hand fists gently in her hair, because I need to touch her. "Look at me."

She does.

Those hazel eyes stare up at me, and I'm completely undone. And there it is—the one fact I never saw coming.

I’m in love with her.

My head falls back as she takes me to the back of her throat, and the sound that comes out of me is feral. I fist her hair with both hands,

When I come, it's with her name on my lips. She swallows everything I give her, then sits back on her heels, looking up at me.

I pull her to her feet and kiss her—deep and claiming. Mine.

51

MANDY

Ireach for Hendricks before I’m fully awake.

That’s my first mistake.

My second is the sharp stab of panic when I expect my hand to find cold sheets and it doesn’t.

There’s a man wrapped around me.

Not just a man—Hendricks. Naked, warm, and very much here, one heavy arm locked around my waist, his chest fitted against my back like he decided this was where I belonged.

Well, fuck.

I’m not prepared for how much that matters.

I don't move. Don't want to break whatever spell has him here. My heart is doing something stupid in my chest. I have no idea what love is, but I think it’s this.

Last night I thought I might be falling in love with Adrian Hendricks. This morning, I know.

His arm tightens around me, and I realize he's awake.

"You're thinking too loud," he murmurs against my hair.

"I'm not thinking anything."