Page 95 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“Hey.” I pull the phone out of view.
“Go,” she orders.
“But what about Dylan?”
“I’ve got him. Go. You need to make this right, so your son has a father in his life. Go over there and fuckingtell him.”
ME: Okay, I’m coming.
SHINE: Not yet… but you will be when I get my hands on you.
I blush, knowing he’ll keep that promise. Probably more than once.
I decided to call a ride, so I can hopefully sneak in unnoticed.
Thankfully, the new prospect that filled Cody’s old role is the only one in the open area when I come through the door an hour later.
Before he can say anything to me, I rush past him and down the hall. He saw me, but I’m not even sure if he knows exactly who I am yet. I don’t really care, as long as he keeps his mouth shut.
I slip into the room, not even bothering to knock, to find Shine lying shirtless in bed, his chest and abs on full display.
My slow gaze traces down his body and back to his eyes to find them sparkling with mischief.
“C’mere, pretty girl.” He crooks a finger, and my feet move of their own accord, carrying me to him, to the man who used to feel off limits, but now feels like home.
“Did you mean all those things you said?” I whisper, coming to stand at the foot of the bed.
He props himself up on his elbows. “Every. Single. One. I thought if I stayed away long enough, I could get you out of my head. But as soon as I saw you again, I knew I was done for.Knew I’d been lying to myself all this time. I could never get you out of my head, because that’s where you belong.”
My eyes skate over his body again. “I can’t get you out of my head, either.”
“Good. Then stop building walls and let me in.”
I nod. He’s right. I have to be vulnerable if I really want to give this a shot.
“Now that that’s settled, get over here.”
I don’t move closer, but instead take the hem of my shirt and slowly lift it over my head.
His eyes rake down my body, and my pulse quickens.
“Don’t stop now, beautiful.” There’s molten heat in his gaze.
I shimmy out of my jeans.
His eyes drop to my matching black lace bra and panties.
I see his gaze pause for just a second at my stomach, where a few stretch marks from carrying Dylan are faded but still there.
Before panic can seize me, his eyes move to mine, like he didn’t notice.
“So fucking beautiful.”
I crawl up the bed, stopping at his waist to unbutton his jeans and tug the zipper down. His bulge is evident underneath and bobs as I tug the jeans and boxers halfway down his legs.
I lick my lips, his only hint of what I’m about to do before I take his head into my mouth.
“Oh God.”
