Page 110 of Sinful as They Come
Then I got to work on the sun casting in through the window. It hit Holly at just the right angle. She was glowing before me, her tanned skin looking as gorgeous as ever. Her locks looked a little red under the beaming light beside her, making her all the more interesting to look at.
Finally, I finished the painting off by adding a slight blush to her cheeks. I turned them a gentle pink color.
I was done. Again, it was a little rushed. Not my best work. But my most beautiful. I set the brush down in the water, staring at the painted version of Holly. She looked pretty. Not nearly as good as the real thing, but still, so fucking pretty.
“Can I see?” she asked me shyly.
I turned the canvas around, watching Holly carefully. A smile quickly formed on her face and she blushed that little bit more. She scanned the painting, her eyes darting left and right and up and down, like she didn’t know which part to take in first. That was how I was with her.
“Does it make me conceited to say that it looks really beautiful?” she said,voice so soft.
“Nah, sweetheart. Just means I captured you perfectly then.”
It happened so quickly. Holly was suddenly out of her chair, kissing at me. Her hands ran through my hair, giving the dark strands a delicious pull. I groaned against her lips, letting the canvas hit the table. I had the real thing in front of me. Right there. My hands grabbed at her round ass, my fingers digging into her. Her peachy ass fit in my hands perfectly.
Pulling her into my lap, I felt my cock twitch when she whimpered into my mouth. I loved that noise. And I needed more of it. I kept my hands on Holly’s ass, holding her in place on my lap as we kissed at each other hard and fast. Our tongues were dancing together, her sweet smell in the air. She kept pulling at my hair and I was getting lost in the feeling, getting lost in her. I could feel her tits pressed up against me, the only thing in the way nothing but the thin layer of her dress.
My cock was growing harder the more we kissed. Was she ready to feel that? To feel me pressed up against her? I knew she was a virgin and I didn’t want to scare her off. Didn’t want her to feel like she had to do anything with me that she didn’t want to.
“Mm, Sawyer,” she whined, pulling away from me. Her lips were so swollen as they formed a little pout. “Sawyer.”
“Yeah, baby? You okay?”
“I love kissing you so much,” she said, blinking at me slowly.
“Mm, sweetheart. Love kissing you too. Love these pretty lips.” With my thumb I traced her top lip, then her bottom one, and I literally felt my cock twitch when she licked at it. Jesus fucking Christ. “They drive me fuckin’ crazy.”
“Is it… Is it okay if… If we just… just kiss?” She blushed wildly. “I’m just not ready… Forthat… I’m not… I promise I will be…”
Did she think she had to explain that to me? I wasn’t Carter. I wasn’t her asshole ex. If she wanted to wait, then I was ready to wait for her. She was worth it. I wasn’t going to push her. Not just because Carter had done that to her. No. I just wasn’t an asshole who treated girls like that.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I whispered, giving her a small smile. “I get it. I don’tmind waiting, honey. I respect that. I promise I’m not gonna push you or anything. If you wanna kiss, then trust me, I’m more than happy to kiss you.”
“You’re a gentleman, Sawyer Westbrook.” She beamed down at me.
“No one’s ever called me that before,” I replied with a grin.
“Well, it’s true. Very true. And at school on Monday, I want everyone to know that I’m yours. I don’t wanna sneak around in between classes just so I can see you. I wanna do this with you every chance I get.”
She closed the gap again, her tongue pushing back into my mouth. I hummed at the feeling of her. At the sensation of her lips and her tongue and her hands pulling at my hair. She seemed to like doing that. My hands stayed firm on her ass, squeezing at her as we kissed. Soon she went back to making those sweet, perfect noises. Each and every one seemed to go right to my cock.
I thought about what she said. How at school I’d get to kiss her, how everyone would know that she was mine. That just made me hold her that much tighter.
With our lips attached and Holly’s hands running through my hair, I couldn’t help but repeat that word over and over again in my head.Gentleman. Huh. I could get used to that.
Chapter 40
HOLLY
I had been so…eagerthe other night in Sawyer’s trailer. The night he had painted me. It was such a sweet gesture. No one had ever done anything like that for me before.
I had to sneak the painting into my room that night. If my dad had seen it, he would have known instantly who had made it. There was no way my parents could ever know about me and Sawyer. Especially my father. He would lose it. But Sawyer was worth sneaking around for. He was myboyfriend.Sawyer Westbrookwas my boyfriend. And I was his girl. His words. I loved it when he called me that.
I could still feel Sawyer’s lips on mine days later. They were so soft. And I could feel his hands too. The way they had been grabbing at me…
I could see myself blushing in my locker mirror as I applied some gloss to my lips. Sawyer had always had a weird way of making me go red. It was funny how much things had changed. Sawyer wasn’t the guy I thought he was.
“Cute dress,” I heard a deep voice murmur out behind me.
