Page 121 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
Our hands are clumsy. I fumble with his shirt buttons, dying to feel him. His heart beats hard and fast. I pull away just long enough to say, “Take off your clothes.”
The buttons explode, flying everywhere. The shoes and socks are next. He pulls down his pants and underwear and kicks them off.
His mouth rushes back to mine, devouring me. I sob with relief that he still wants me like this, because I want him just as much.
He runs a large, hot palm along my leg, making the bare skin tingle. When he reaches the flesh between my legs, he groans. “You aren’t wearing anything underneath.”
“Panty lines. You know.”
He glides the pad of his thumb along the slick folds, bumping against my clit. I cry out, my fingers digging into the bunched muscles in his wide shoulders.
“God, it’s been so long,” he whispers, his breath hot against my neck.
“I know. Don’t make me wait another second.” I nip his earlobe and spread my legs shamelessly. I need him now. Inside me.
I shift so his hard shaft is positioned at my pussy. My whole body vibrates with anticipation. “Now, now.”
Tony pulls my nipple—the mesh bodice and all—into his mouth and drives into me in one powerful thrust.
Arching my back, I cry out. He feels so good—so large and pulsing. I missed this—the connection, pleasure…and stark vulnerability so private and exclusive that I’m the only one he shows it to. I love him so much more for it, and all of my shields come down, leaving me totally exposed to him in return.
His name is a prayer on my lips as he moves, the fast, desperate friction of our bodies creating blinding bliss. He knows exactly how to push me higher and higher. I clutch him to me hard and look into his eyes.
“Come with me,” I whisper.
White heat flares in his gaze, his muscles tight and trembling. He drives into me one last time, grinding against my clit. Pleasure explodes inside me. I sob out his name before his mouth reclaims mine, his hands crushing my hair.
He pulls me tightly toward him, and we cuddle, our hearts racing. When my breathing settles, I note the cool hardness underneath my feet. I realize we’re half on the rug in front of the couch.
I’m still in my dress, the skirt bunched around the waist. Tony’s completely naked. Without changing our position, he fumbles for his pants and drags them over.
“Now. This goes where it belongs.” He takes the ring box from the pocket and puts the ring on my finger. A possessive gleam glints in his brilliant green eyes.
My breath catches at the rightness of having the symbol of our commitment on my hand. The pearl is huge, flawless, almost a celestial object in its beauty. The rubies are stunning, and diamonds sparkle like unshed tears of a happy bride at her wedding. “It’s perfect.” I kiss him. “You’re perfect.” Then I pull back with a frown. “But you’ve lost too much weight.” I trace my hands over his ribs, more prominent now. TJ said Tony stopped taking care of himself, but I didn’t realize how bad it was. “I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”
He holds my hand and kisses each fingertip. “No. It’s enough you’re back. Nothing else matters.”
I look at his soft expression. He’s totally justified in being upset for what I put him through. He could totally demand to know why I stayed away. But none of that’s important to him.
I’m the only one he cares about.
His love touches me to the core. I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve this complex, powerful man who’s only vulnerable to me. “I’ve been selfish,” I whisper. “I hurt you, and I shouldn’t have. I should’ve been stronger.” I should’ve never let Sam or a past I can’t remember get to me like that. The guilt I felt should’ve been mine to deal with without causing Tony any suffering.
“Everyone deserves to be a little weak.” He kisses me. “I love you so much. If you hadn’t come tonight, I was going to go to Yuna’s and drag you home.”
I gasp, finally remembering my best friend, who put all this romantic scene together for us. “Oh my God. I totally forgot. I was supposed to text her.”
“About what?”
“That we’re together! She’s throwing an engagement party for us.”
He frowns. “She is?”
“Yes. She insisted, and I said sure, why not.” I rub the frown lines as though I could erase them. He needs to stop acting like this could vanish in an instant. “We need to celebrate our happy moments.”
Tony picks me up and stands. “Then I’ll never get anything done, because I’ll be too busy celebrating.” He kisses me sweetly.
And I vow I’ll never hurt Tony again because of Sam or my past. I’m going to be strong enough for our love.
