Page 62 of Malice
“That goes without saying.”
In a graceful series of movements, he jumped down from the tree and landed directly in front of me. “I thought we could do a little role-play. I’ll be the man raised by apes. You can be the brilliant, bookish explorer. You teach me everything you know. And by everything, I mean...” He leaned in and waggled his eyebrows.
“Is that so?”
“Well, you enjoyed it so much the last time, I figured why not next level the shit out of it?” He shrugged. “But if you aren’t into it, we can go a different route. Chaos mentioned you were into the idea of playing chase. Do you want me to put on thatScreammask? I could try to catch you as you run. Except I won’t kill you, and the only thing I’ll impale you with is my dick.”
As he was speaking, the jungle around us shifted. Instead of bright greens and dappled sunlight, I was now surrounded by a forest shaded in moonlight. The mask in question was now draped over his face, along with an all-black ensemble that camouflaged him too well.
“What do you say, kitten? Wanna run?” His voice was a deep growl in my ear.
My heart flipped in my chest, and I let out a breathy laugh as I placed my hand on his chest. “Tempting, but maybe something less terrifying?”
“Okay, okay. Challenge accepted.” He pulled the mask off his face and dropped a kiss on my lips. “No psycho killer. We could be two astronauts stuck in space. The only thing keeping us going is the fiery passion between us. Forced proximity is so hot right now.”
Before the setting could change to a very un-sexy anti-gravity space station, I shook my head.
“Also scary. I’ve seen Alien. No, thank you.” I couldn’t keep the laughter from my voice.
He tapped his lower lip, his eyes going hazy as his mind worked. “Okay, so what I’m hearing is you want less fantasy/sci-fi and more contemporary romance. I could bring back OriginalSin and introduce you to your cowboy era?”
My nipples hardened at the mention of Emmett and that accent he used when he was pretending not to be the Sin I knew and adored.
“I’ll take that as a hell yes, darlin’,” he drawled, the forest melting and being replaced by a sprawling ranch with the warm sun setting behind majestic mountains.
This time he was clad in low-slung Wranglers, with a shiny belt buckle and a cowboy hat dipped low over his eyes. I’d be a lying liar who lied if I said my ovaries didn’t have a whole implosion over the picture he painted. Hussies.
But it still wasn’t what I was craving.
I moved closer until our bodies all but touched and gave him a sweet kiss. “Let’s just be Sin and Merri.”
“How very domestic. I like it.” He took off his hat, and it disappeared before his palms cupped my ass. “Kiss me, baby.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. Closing my eyes, I gave in to him and let myself fall into the magic of kissing Sin. The manlived up to his name. Every sense came to life when his lips were on mine. He practically turned kissing into an Olympic sport. Tens across the board.
As his tongue danced with mine, my stupid heart gave a twitterpated flutter, and I sank further into the sensation of being his. I didn’t break the kiss until he sat me down on a cold, hard surface. Apparently I wasn’t wearing anything under this little silk nightie I’d manifested. Good job past me.
My eyes fluttered open to find the two of us in an unfamiliar kitchen. Something was bubbling away on the stovetop behind Sin, and there were a couple of candles scattered around that smelled delicious. Everything about the setting was sweet and cozy. Definitely much more my style.
Don’t get me wrong, the out-there fantasies were fun. But I’d denied myself these simple intimacies for my entire life. These were the experiences I was most interested in collecting.
“What’s cooking?” I murmured, nuzzling his neck and peppering light kisses up to his jaw.
“Don’t know. Don’t care. The only thing I want to eat is you.”
My whole body tightened at the promise in those words.
“I mean . . . I won’t stop you.”
He grinned, his hands warm on my thighs as they slid up higher, pushing the little nightie up as they did. “What my girl wants, she gets.” Eyes darkening with lust, he whispered, “Lie back for me, kitten. Spread those legs and let’s start with dessert.”
I leaned back on my elbows so that I could support myself and watch him work. As he dropped to his knees, I widened my legs as far as they would go to make space for his broad shoulders. He closed his eyes as he leaned forward and ran his nose along my seam.
“Mmm, fucking delicious.”
“You really think so?” I asked, a blush heating my cheeks.
“I don’t get to do this for you enough. If I could, I’d settle myself between your thighs and make you come over and over on my tongue until your legs tremble and you beg me to stop. Every.” Lick. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Day.”
