Page 14 of Sin Bin Daddies
“This is the first fun night I’ve had in a long time,” she says, voice softer now.
I don’t know why that hits me the way it does.
But it does.
“I’ve got some fish at my place,” I say before I can overthink it. “If I’m not being too forward.”
She grins, eyes lighting up. “What the hell are we waiting for, then? Let’s go see them.”
Her jaw drops the second she steps into my place.
“Okay,” she says. “I thought the fish thing was a ploy to get me here.”
I laugh. “You almost sound disappointed.”
She shakes her head, crossing her arms. “Nah. But I was kinda hoping you’d kiss me.”
Fuck.
I go completely still.
She’s watching me, lips slightly parted, ocean-blue eyes catching the glow from my tank, turning them a deeper shade of blue.
And holy shit, she smells like vanilla and marshmallows and the buttered popcorn we just ate.
My stomach drops, but in the best fucking way.
I step closer, barely any distance between us now. “Is that what you want?”
She nods. “Yeah. Been a rough couple of days. Was really hoping this night didn’t end.”
I exhale, low and shaky. “Okay.”
Her breath hitches as my hands find her waist, palms sliding over the soft skin just above her shorts.
She tilts her head just slightly, lips parting.
She’s so fucking pretty.
“I’m gonna kiss you now, Madeline.”
She whispers, “Okay.”
And then I do.
Soft at first. Testing. Exploring. Letting her set the pace.
Her lips are warm and plush, tasting like salted butter. I grip her a little tighter, pulling her flush against me, needing more. She melts into me, hands fisting the front of my shirt, pulling me even closer.
I tilt her chin up, deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against hers, slow and teasing, drawing out every fucking second. She makes a little sound against my mouth, and that’s it—I’m fucking gone.
CHAPTER THREE
Madeline
The moment we pull away,my lips sting. Like, actually sting. And because I’m me and my brain short-circuits under pressure, I blurt, “Did you know sea cucumbers breathe through their buttholes?”
Leo blinks. Then he smiles, slow and lazy, the kind of smile that makes a little heat curl low in my belly. His confidence is effortless.
