Page 29 of Sawyer

“I’m going to take that as a yes.” In one fluid motion, he yanks his pants down, stripping out of them.

And he isn’t wearing boxers.

I avert my gaze, and my breath stutters out. “You left the door open.”

“I didn’t want Rumor to feel left out, but he’s busy making calls.” Sin steps inside the shower and hops around the water until he can quickly turn the heat down. “I, however, couldn’t listen to you any longer,” he says as though my tears bother him.

“I’m sorry my emotions interrupted you.” The water rushes over my face in warm streams as I dip my head back. “This is awkward,” I tack on because I really don’t want his pity, or anything else for that matter.

“Is it awkward, Sawyer?” he says far too close, my spine tingling. “Or do you feel comfortable because you are exactly where you need to be?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I spin around to look at him, but I’m momentarily awestruck.

Sin, dirty and gritty, was sexy and hot in a way I hadn’t anticipated earlier. Sin killing my long-time abuser because he hurt me was panty melting.

But Sin standing in a shower large enough for an entire pack, wet and dripping, is something else entirely.

I’ve never been the type of girl to be aroused just from the sight of a man. I’d spent so long just trying to survive and building a name for myself, that seeing someone even a little bit attractive left me feeling empty inside.

Except for tonight. Except for now.

My lips part as my eyes fall to where the water hits his chest and travels in rivulets down his body, trailing over a muscular chest to his abs.

I catch myself just before my eyes fall on parts of him that I’m not ready to acknowledge—very aroused parts.

Swallowing, I look up into his sparkling green eyes.

“Keep looking, princess,” he says, shaking out his hair and reaching for the shampoo. “I don’t mind.”

“Damn you,” I snarl, ready to get out of the shower and crawl into a hopefully clean bed.

“You still have yet to answer me, Sawyer,” he replies, closing his eyes and shampooing his knotty, overgrown hair. “Tell me truthfully. Is it awkward?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” I snark and spin around, giving him my back to work the last of the conditioner out of my hair. Truth is, this is anything but awkward, and it toes the line of erotic.

I know little about the council heir, and what I do know is from tabloids my peers have written. He’s unhinged, a little bit psycho, and very manipulative. He does what he wants when he wants, regardless of anyone else’s feelings, especially his daddy’s, who still sits on the council, ruling over us peons who struggle with everyday life.

Sin does everything in his power to oppose his father while making him believe he’s on his side. It’s almost disturbing how good he is at his job. Then again, this is all hearsay from my peers who have interviewed him.

For all I know, he could have manipulated them into believing what he wanted, which is a more likely scenario.

Unfortunately, even though I don’t know him well, this moment here isn’t awkward, but I’m not about to admit that to him. Getting thrown together with him and Rumor doesn’t feel wrong. It feels like I belong somewhere, which is precisely why I shouldn’t be here.

I’ll have to sneak out in the morning.

I’m just about to get out of the shower when Sin presses his body to mine, making me pause. The feel of a man pressed against my back freezes me to my spot and also sends a thrill of desire through me.

He’s invading my space, and damn it, I don’t want him to stop.

“Your silence tells me everything I need to know, princess.” His breath gusts over my neck, and his hips roll close to me, letting me feel every hard inch of him as he brushes against my ass.

“Sin.” I clear my throat because, logically, I know this is a terrible idea. This entire situation isn’t ideal, and damn him, but I’m weak. I’m attracted to him. His scent and the way he purred for me earlier will be a memory to settle many future panic attacks.

“I have a proposition for you.” His hands land on my hips, and just like that, the entire moment turns even more erotic as his fingers dig into my skin and he speaks to me with a sexy, gravelly voice.

Arousal flares deep inside me, and my eyes flutter closed. “What?”

“A game, if you will,” he whispers against my neck, so close to touching but not quite. “If I win, you become my little fuck toy for the duration of my protection while I keep your pretty face alive for the world.”

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