Page 46 of Clash of Sin and Secret

I glance over my shoulder to find her checking out my ass. “Like what you see, princess?”

She presses up behind me, reaching around me for the soap. “I love what I see, but I’m more of a tactile person. I prefer to close my eyes and experience the world around me by touch.”

I chuckle as she turns the bar over in her palms and works up a lather. “Then, by all means, make sure I didn’t miss anything.”

As her soapy hands roam over the chiseled planes of my abs and up to the hoop piercing my nipple, I focus on not getting ahead of myself. Her being here doesn’t mean she loves me. It could just mean she wants to reconnect.

She presses her lips against the bare skin of my shoulder, apologizing to a particularly nasty bruise. “That was some workout session we had, Viking. It looks like I did some damage.”

It was. And while I told Jack I could handle whatever Scottie threw at me, she made a liar out of me. “You’ve gotten stronger—much stronger.”

I turn to face her, and the froth of soap suds washes down my body. Her heated gaze tracks the marks she left on my body. Her fingers trace one particularly vivid bruise on my collarbone. “I’m sorry if I got rough. I came in to make it up to you.”

Her touch ignites something warm in my chest—something I haven’t felt in a very long time. The mention of making things up to me makes my cock thicken and take notice. “I’ll survive. Don’t feel obligated to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I wouldn’t. You know that.”

I do. Scotland McCullough does nothing she doesn’t want to. Which is why it’s so incredible that she’s reconsidered and wants to stay. “The squire magic suits you.”

She steps under the spray and lets her head fall back. Water slicks over her body and rushes over her flesh in sexy rivulets. When she closes her eyes and lifts her hands over her forehead and hair, I get a glorious look at just how beautiful she is. “That sounded genuine.”

With her arms up to smooth the water away from her face, her breasts are raised and gloriously round. My fangs drop and I test the sharp tip with my tongue. “Itwasgenuine. I don’t know why I was surprised. Everything about our life has always suited you.”

She straightens and drops her hands, stepping against me. “I’m sorry I never picked up on your feelings, H. And I’m sorry for the hurt it caused you.”

I’ve got a foot of height on her, so when she reaches up to kiss me, I have to bend down to claim her lips. The kiss is sexy and slow, her tongue sliding into my mouth to duel with mine.

Focused on the kiss, I startle when her hand closes around the length of my cock and she gives me a squeeze. My heart races as the kiss deepens.

She tastes so fucking good—like a warm spiced wine with the subtle metallic bite of human blood.

As she devours me with her mouth, I consume her right back. With another squeeze, she eases back and smiles down at my cock trapped in her grip. “Any objections to me having my way with you?”

I bark a laugh. “Has any man ever said yes to that question?”

With her gaze locked on my body, she rinses the last of the soap she spread over me and sits on the small, built-in ledge. After flashing me a conspiratorial smile, she bends forward.

I hiss as her lips part, and my length sinks into her hot little mouth. My hips jerk as her tongue slides over my blunt tip and then circles to collect the pre-cum leaking at the slit.

Blood pulses in my shaft, the pressure building at the base of my sac.

I never let randoms touch me like this—to go down on me. Too personal. Too intimate for an act that means nothing with a stranger.

With Zane, it means something.

And now, with Scottie, it does too. It means everything. I watch, absorbed, as her cheeks hollow as she sucks me off.

Holy fuck, it’s a pretty sight.

She consumes my cock, dreamy decadence dancing across her face as her erotic purr pegs me in the chest.

“You have a gift, princess. Your mouth is heaven.”

She tilts her head back to blink up at me, her tongue swirling around the girth of my cock. As she nibbles down my stiff as granite shaft, I fight not to blow early and lose this connection.

I don’t want this to end.

I never want this to end.

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