Page 61 of The Sinners Touch

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you did.” He couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin that took over his face. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was thinking about giving him a second chance. That was all he needed to press his suit. Dimitri was right about one thing. He’d made her love him once, and he could do it again.

“Why are you always trying to tell me what I’m thinking?” She looked exasperated.

“Because I can.”

“Answer the original question, Kincaid. What don’t you want me to know?”

He sighed. He might as well tell her. “Like I said, I drank a lot, especially after the situation with Nikoli. And I fucked a lot. I drowned myself in booze and women. The one thing I learned was that no other woman could take your place. They just weren’t you. No matter what I did, they never measured up. I gave up trying to find a relationship. I just fucked ’em and moved on.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you’re as much of a manwhore as Nikoli?”

He sat up straight and looked at Angel. “I am not a whore.”

“Well, if you’re fucking anything with a skirt, then you kind of are.”

He glared at her. She was laughing at him. It was better than her being pissed, he guessed.

“But you’re a prudish whore.”

“What?” he growled. Prudish whore? What the hell was she talking about?

She pointed to Nik’s closet, unable to contain her laughter. “Oh, my God, if you could have seen your face when you saw his container of butt plugs!”

“Why would anyone want a big piece of metal shoved up their ass?” He still couldn’t come to terms with some of his baby brother’s needs. Why the fuck did he need to tie up a woman to get off? It made no sense.

“Well, it serves two purposes.” Angel released her legs and leaned against the headboard. “They prepare your ass to be fucked by your man, and they can enhance sexual pleasure for both partners. It mimics double penetration.”

“How the fuck do you know this?” His eyes narrowed.

“I read, asshole.” She rolled her eyes. “Besides, there is something inherently sexy in being tied up and fucked.”

“You’re telling me you’d let me tie you up, shove a plug up your ass, and fuck you senseless?”

“Only if you let me tie you up first.”

“Nobody is shoving anything up my ass!”

Angel laughed. If only she could record this conversation. His entire face was the color of a firetruck. It reminded her of the guy she fell in love with, and for a minute, she let her guard down. She let herself laugh and bask in the glow of Kade.

“You never know, Kade. You might enjoy it.”

“Bite your tongue, woman. Seriously, though. Have you ever tried that? Been tied up?”

“No. I never had the courage to do it. I didn’t really think about it until I started reading erotica. Then you start to wonderwhat it would be like, but I never trusted anyone enough to let them tie me up.”

“And all that other stuff?” He gestured toward the closet.

“I don’t know. Some of it, definitely not. But that’s not to say I wouldn’t try other things.”

“You’re a closet freak, that’s what you are.”

She giggled. “At least I’m not a prudish whore.”

Kade scooted closer, watching to see if she noticed how close he was. Fortunately, she was too distracted with laughing at him instead of paying attention to the wolf about to pounce Little Red Riding Hood.

“Just because I think good old-fashioned sex trumps all that mechanical and plastic shit doesn’t make me a prude. Personally, I think if a man needs all that to get his woman hot and bothered, he’s not doing something right.”

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