Page 303 of A Vicious Love

I released her hand, and this time she didn’t cover herself. She let her arm fall beside her head, fingers curling into the sheet.

Good girl.

I lowered my mouth to her chest, kissing where the water had cooled on her skin. She made a sound that went straight to my cock, and my sainthood, already dead, deserved no memorial. I took my time anyway. Because worship had pace.

My tongue moved over her slowly.

She gasped and arched, and I closed one hand over her hip to hold her steady.

“Easy, baby.”

“I’m trying.”

“I didn’t tell you to behave.”

That pulled another sound from her, needier, and I smiled against her.

I kissed down her stomach, over the little shiver that followed my mouth. My thumb stroking beneath her ribs, then lower, over her hip. Every inch of her felt unfamiliar and mine at once. A contradiction I had no interest in resolving.

When I reached the towel gathered at her thighs, I stopped.

Her breathing had gone shallow.

Mine had gone worse.

I lifted my head.

She looked down at me, flushed and frightened enough that I wanted to kill every person who had ever made her nervous about wanting.

“Sienna.”

Her lips parted. “Yes?”

“I need to ask you something.”

The heat in her face shifted, becoming uncertainty. “Okay.”

I moved up enough to cover her again with my body, but kept my weight braced off her.

“Have you been with someone before?” I ran my thumb over her hip. “I need to know what you’ve done, what you haven’t done, where I need to go slow.”

She swallowed. “You mean sex?”

“Yes, baby. Sex. Touch. Anything that matters.”

Her gaze slid away.

I caught her face again. “Stay with me.”

“I’m embarrassed.”

“You’re with me. You don’t have to perform innocence or experience. You tell me the truth, and I take care of what the truth needs.”

Her eyes flickered.

I lowered my voice. “Has anyone fucked you?”

Her breath caught.