Page 122 of Sins (The Sins Trilogy 1)
He kisses the back of my neck. “It was.”
I trace patterns on the back of his hand with a finger, writing “T” and “I” in different ways, waiting for him to say more. When he stays quiet, I suddenly feel vulnerable, wondering if I’m the only one who experienced that amazing connection. Tony’s older and worldlier. It might’ve been good for him, but not divine like it was for me. I stop tracing the patterns.
“I knew you’d be worth it,” I say, trying to regain some equilibrium by acting like I didn’t feel naked all the way to the deepest core of my soul.
“Did you?”
“Uh-huh. I’m very particular. Would you let just anybody play a Bösendorfer Imperial?” I say cheekily.
Tony tenses up.
I blink, then turn in his arms. “What’s wrong?”
His gaze searches my face. “Sometimes…I wonder…”
I wait, holding my breath. Something’s off. He was supposed to laugh at my cocky impudence, and I was supposed to laugh in response. I want to find out what went wrong so I can fix it and we can go back to feeling sated. “What?” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “Nothing. You’re so damn hot, you make me forget what I was about to say.” Then he kisses me like I’m the missing half of his heart.
I kiss him back, even as my mind tells me I said something to disturb him. Should I not have said anything about being picky? I didn’t think he would care.
But soon I’m lost in the sweet need building between us. The only thing that matters is Tony, holding me, held in my arms.
