Page 105 of Sins (The Sins Trilogy 1)
Chapter Forty-Five
Iris
After dinner, Tony drives us back to my home, then comes with me all the way to the top floor. In front of the penthouse door, I turn and look at him. “That was fun. Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he says, his voice warm and velvet soft. He tilts my chin up, and once again his thumb brushes over my lower lip…
…and stops right next to the cut. My whole body stills, anticipation unfurling in my belly.
He lowers his head. I don’t want another kiss on the forehead. As surprisingly intimate as that was, it’s time for a real one.
I angle my jaw, my hands on his shoulders. His lips graze mine. I stretch, rising on my toes, until our mouths fit tightly. His lips are firmer than I imagined.
He moves his mouth over me, restrained and careful of my injury but also hungry. I follow his lead and memorize the shape and texture of his mouth with my lips, hot excitement sizzling through my veins. The air between us grows thinner and hotter, my breathing shallower. I put a hand over his heart. It’s racing hard and fast.
Feeling mischievously bold, I flick my tongue over his mouth. A low groan tears from his throat. He pulls me tighter, one arm wrapped around me and the other hand cradling the back of my head. His tongue glides over my mouth and pushes inside, sliding against mine in a lush, carnal kiss.
His masculine scent and taste saturate my senses. My head spins, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing closer until there’s no space between us.
A thick erection is pushing against my belly. It sends pure lust pumping through me, and I want him in ways I’ve never wanted anything before. I fumble with the lock, my mouth wild against his.
Suddenly, Tony’s phone rings. He ignores it, continuing to devour me, while his hand travels along my waist and toward my breast. My nipples are aching, the flesh between my legs slick.
The phone rings again. When it goes off a third time, I finally break the kiss. “I think you may have to get that.”
He looks at me, his mouth glistening and his eyes burning darkly. The sight of his desire stokes my lust, making my blood hot.
“The faster you take care of it…” I say.
He pulls it out, his heated eyes on mine. “What?” He scowls, then takes a couple of steps backward. As the caller continues, his gaze slowly cools. “Are you sure?” He curses under his breath. “I can’t talk now. I’ll call you back.” He hangs up, exhaling heavily. He stares at me like a puzzle he can’t solve. Suddenly, I feel naked under his gaze.
“I have to go,” he says finally.
I swallow, confused and acutely aware of the wetness between my thighs. “Um…okay.”
He starts to walk away, then stops and comes back. After touching the mole under my lip, he kisses me hard. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Then, before I can say anything, he vanishes into the waiting elevator.
I stand there for a long time, residual lust shivering through me. Then, slowly, I turn and go into the vast, empty penthouse by myself, feeling bereft.
