Page 92 of Brutal Sin

He kissed her sternum, the curve of her breast, then yanked at her bra to suck her nipple into his mouth. Wildfire flickered to life under her ribs. Passion collided with happiness.

For one tiny moment, everything was perfect. They were synced—movements, heartbeats, intensity. Mind, body, soul.

He paid homage to her breasts. His thigh teased her pussy. Every nerve tingled under his mastery. She could almost come like this, from friction and suction.

“We better get going.” He straightened and stepped back, his lust seeming to vanish in an instant while she spun from the stronghold. “Let’s get out ofhere.”

“Excuse me?” She licked her drying lips as he grabbed the bottle of scotch and placed it in a cupboard under the bar. “What just happened?”

“You don’t want to have sex. So, let’sgo.”

“But…” How did he jump from the sizzling depths of carnality, to the freezing icecaps of chastity? “What? Why?”

“Your rules.”

“Wow.” Her mouth gaped. “You’re horrible.”

A picture-perfect grin beamed back at her. “Just in control fornow.”

“Fornow?”

“Yep. It doesn’t always happen around you.” He fastened her shirt buttons, the composed action a physical brag about his discipline. “Did you really think I’d risk all that stability and clarity you were mumbling about?”

“Then why start?”

“I’m not a priest.” He winked. “You might dictate the rules, but I know how to play the game.” He grabbed her hand and dragged her forward.

“That’s a really nasty thing to do.” Her panties were damp. Her breasts screamed for more. “I don’t want to forgiveyou.”

“I’m drunk and emotional, remember? Go easy onme.”

“You’re drunk, emotional, and soon to be neutered if you don’t quit dragging me around.”

“Neutering me would mean coming in close contact with my dick, and that’s off limits. You can’t break your own rules.” He kept tugging, leading her around the bar toward the cement staircase leading to the Shot of Sin parking lot. “And besides, you like holding myhand.”

“I can’t believe you played me.” She glared through an unwanted smile. “This isn’tfair.”

But it was. For once, everything seemed fair, and honest, and fun. Breathing him in, feeling his strength, knowing he cared—the happiness of it was overwhelming.

He paused at the foot of the staircase, the atmosphere changing as he focused into the darkness ahead. “Ella?”

His ominous tone killed her playful heartbeat. “Yeah?”

He shot her a glance over his shoulder, his features tight. “I can’t promise I won’t fuck thisup.”

Her heart swelled, the rush of blood struggling to get through. “Iknow.”

He gave a sharp nod and continued forward, his fingers gently squeezinghers.

“Bryan?”

“Mmm?” He kept walking, bringing them to the top of the staircase and the door leading outside.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled her head into his neck. “I can’t promise I’ll walk away the next time you ask meto.”

“I can handlethat.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I mean it. I’ll put all those other sex hounds to shame.”

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