Page 57 of Sinner (Priest 2)
I don’t say it.
“I guess—” She clears her throat, plucks at the sheet. “I thought you were going to have sex with me tonight. Like we’d climb into bed, and that would be it. And I was ready for it, but I suddenly felt so stupid and immature. As if you’d want to fuck me in my Winnie the Pooh pajamas, and maybe you’d even changed your mind after we’d done all that tonight, maybe I’d done something wrong or I tasted bad or I should have—”
I silence her with a kiss. A long one.
“I’ll prove you don’t taste bad right now,” I murmur against her lips. “I’ll spend the entire night with my mouth on your cunt.”
“But—”
“Do you honestly think there’s anything you can do to make me not desperate to fuck you? I practically came as you told me about your teddy bear friend. I’m dying to fuck you in your little college-girl pajamas, I want to fuck you in your dorm room, I want you clumsy and new and inexperienced. I want you as you are, Zenny, and one of the things you are is young. I’m going to hell for it, but that’s the way it is.?
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“Oh,” is all she says. But I think it’s a good oh because she’s currently rubbing her pussy against my thigh like a needy cat. I don’t even think she knows she’s doing it.
I’m not going to survive this, I think. It’s Night One, and I’m already about to have a heart attack from how fucking sexy she is.
I continue. “We’re waiting to fuck because you’re mine—”
“But only for a month—”
I growl at her words, and she shushes…and then rubs herself against me harder.
“Because you’re mine,” I repeat firmly. “And because you’re mine, I want to take my time with you.”
“That’s what you would do if this were real?”
If this were real…already I’m hating every single reminder of what this is. Project Doubt. A stop on the road to thoroughly interrogated sacrifice. “Isn’t it still real?” I ask, and I hope with everything I am that she doesn’t hear the vulnerability in my voice.
Her hand finds mine in the dark. “It’s real enough.”
“Then you’re mine, Zenny-bug. And we’ll do as I say.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “I trust you.”
And I decide that’s wholly enough talking for now. I disappear under the sheets and take care of the part of her she’d been so cutely rubbing against my leg, and afterwards, I hold her until she falls asleep, a newfound contentment staggering around on coltish, weak legs inside my chest until I too fall off into slumber.
Chapter Sixteen
“This is ridiculous,” Zenny says. “And bad for the environment.”
It’s the next morning and I’m driving Zenny to class. I glance over at her, eyebrow raised. “I know you’re not referring to my beautiful German car.”
“I’m referring to this insane plan of you driving me to class and having someone drive my car down to my dorm room parking lot for me…after you have them drop off those supplies at the shelter.”
“I was running out of things for my assistant to do anyway.”
She sighs, but when I sneak another glance, I see the reflection of the smile she’s fighting off in the window.
I don’t bother to fight off my own smile.
“We decided it’s real, remember? This is what happens when it’s real. I don’t want to be away from you a minute more than I fucking have to.”
Now she can’t hide her smile, although she keeps her head ducked away. “You’re ridiculous,” she repeats.
“I am. And you know what you are?”
“What is that?”
