Page 67 of Sunshine
“How—”
“How will I know?” He tastes my neck, sucking gently before he answers.
I close my eyes, tipping my head to give him better access because it feels amazing.
“You’re a lot of things, Sunshine, but a good liar isn’t one of them. Those walls you throw up? I can see right through them.”
I’m not sure how I feel about his words, but I don’t have the ability to think about it, because his mouth travels to my shoulder, still kissing and sucking, his beard making shivers race up and down my body, until he bites.
I gasp. It’s not hard, but not soft either, and just as he does it, his finger breaks through my folds and finds my engorged clit. I throw my head back against his shoulder, my gasp turning to a moan.
“You won’t make me punish you for disobedience too, now will you, Sunshine?”
“No. No.” I pant, shaking my head, eyes shut tightly as I chew my bottom lip, and he strokes me.
“That’s my good girl. You’re mine to play with, mine to take care of, yeah? All fucking mine.” His words are part purr, part growl, and my pussy clenches at the sound, but that’s not what surprises me. It’s the good girl part and what it does to my heart. It feels as swollen and engorged as my clit.
I don’t cry. I haven’t since I was a small child —not even when I fell out of a tree and broke my arm at twelve. I was too stubborn, too full of mistrust, and too sure no one would care anyway.But my eyes well at these words. At his claiming me ashisgood girl —histo play with—histo take care of.
“Yes,” I whisper quietly, and then under my breath I add,for now.Because his words are in the heat of passion, words murmured from a lover’s lips in the midst of tryst. They aren’t real. They aren’t promises. And he doesn’t know me, not really.
Yes, but he’s seen the worst of you. And he’s still here.
I want to turn my brain off, but nothing stops it from whirling.
Yeah, so did Gary and look what he did.
A sudden slap to my ass yanks me out of my thoughts.
“You’re not here. Not with me.” Case grabs my hair, tugging me to stand, and spins me to face him. Releasing my hair he grabs my ass, picking me up to set me on the table so we’re eye to eye. “Sunshine, I need you with me. Punishment or not, we only do this if you’re here.” His eyes, on mine, are intense, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away if I tried. There’s enough care there to make my breath catch. This isn’t about him getting off, it’s about me.Me?
My brows furrow and he takes my chin.
“Sunshine?”
A tear drops down my cheek, but I can’t swipe at it before he wipes it away himself.
“I know you wanted this, you pushed me to get this very reaction, this punishment or funishment, but I won’t do it when I know you’re not in the right frame of mind, yeah?”
I nod, knocking a few more tears from my lids.
“And you’re not right now, sweetheart.”
I look down, embarrassed. This was supposed to be a fling, some fun to get out of my funk. And I’m not doing it right. I’m screwing everything up. But so is he. He isn’t supposed to care. Goddammit. He isn’t supposed to make my heart feel things. He was just supposed to be some alpha biker next door to fool around with before I left and went back to my life in Toronto.
But it’s never felt like a fling. It’s always felt like more, even if I’ve been afraid to admit it until now.
He lifts me again and I let him because I don’t know what else to do.
“Legs around me, baby.”
I do as I’m told and wrap my arms around his neck. Walking down the hall, he kisses my jaw and I melt against him. I no longer have the energy to fight to keep my guard up - to feign aloofness. My cold indifference act is up, and I can see in his eyes he knows it.
Lying me on the bed, which is uncharacteristically still mussed from the morning when we both left it, he pulls the covers out of the way. His chest, such a delicious sight, holds my eyes until he climbs in next to me. He rolls me and scoops me close, so my ass is tucked against his groin and I feel completely cradled by him.
My mind is instantly calm, and my senses soothed by the heat of his body and the firm strength of his muscles against my softer form. My breath falls into rhythm with his and I let go, drifting to a place of peace.
The sound of a phone ringing opens my eyes. I’m facing Case now, his eyes still closed, one arm slung over my hip the other across his forehead. I ignore the ringing because I’m mesmerized by the laugh lines around his mouth, the small scar on his cheek and the larger one cutting through the fullness of his beard at his chin.
