Page 119 of Sin

I snickered. “That’s pretty positive.”

“Hand to God.”

I canted my head to the side. “Are you allowed to say that? You know, being a horseman and all. Doesn’t He work for the other side?”

“Shhh. Stop making so much sense. You said you want more. I need to know what that is. How can I give my girl everything she wants?”

I bit the inside of my cheek as I considered his words. I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted to experience everything with him. He’d been one hundred percent right when he said that he would rock my world. Now that I knew what I’d been missing, I didn’t want a single experience to pass me by.

“You swear I won’t kill you?”

I could tell he was trying not to laugh, but he was determined to treat my fear as seriously as I was, and that meant more to me than anything else he could have done.

“Cross my heart,” he said, drawing an X over the center of his chest.

“Then I want to do it. The hound’s journey. The praying virgin. All of it. As long as it’s with you.”

The promise of rewriting my experience with sex, of taking something traumatic I’d carried with me for years and turning it into a new and beautiful thing, was too tempting to ignore. Sin was made for me. Just like he said. We were like two bookends, a matching set.

His smile stole my breath.

“I’m going to ask you a couple questions, okay?”

“Ooo-kay.”

“Do you mind telling me how you and the other guy did things?”

“Why?”

“I want to make sure we start with something else. So we don’t accidentally trigger you in the middle of the main event.” He waggled his brows and made me laugh. “In all seriousness, this is a big step for you, and I want you to be comfortable and feel safe. You—” He swallowed whatever he’d been about to say. “Your experience matters to me. Can’t ruin my satisfaction ranking, you know?”

My heart swelled with affection for this man who’d insisted he’d spent his life only taking and never giving. He’d given me so much in such a short time. Reaching down, I pulled the hem of his shirt up and lifted the fabric over my head. With a heated look, I dropped the fabric on the floor before rising to my knees so we were face-to-face.

“I don’t want to be on my back, and I don’t want it to be...” I wrinkled my nose, searching for the right word. “Sweet.”

“So you don’t want me to make slow, passionate love to you?”

“No?”

“Do you need me to fuck you, Merri? Hard and dirty, maybe a little rough, and a whole helluva lot of fun?”

Biting my lower lip, I nodded before reaching for the waistband of his pants and delving my hand inside. He groaned the instant my fingers brushed his hot, swollen length, tossing his head back with abandon.

“So good,” he rasped.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.”

His praise ignited my confidence, so I did it again, my grasp more firm this time.

Slick precum dripped from his tip, and I used it to my advantage, rolling my palm across the head and loving the way he rocked his hips forward.

“If you want me to come in your hand, don’t stop.”

“And if I’d rather you come inside me?”

“Then you’d better turn around and grab that headboard, baby.”

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