Page 21 of The Sin of True Love

The anxiety that I normally carry with me each and every morning is gone as I take my first deep breath and feel Casey’s heavy arm around me, holding me close to his warm body.

I’m safe here. I’m secure.

But more than that, I’m truly wanted. And not because of some deal between two families, but because of who I actually am.

A man looked at me and chose me for me. And when you’re a girl from a family like mine, what could possibly be better than that?

“Good morning, beautiful.” Casey’s whisper tickles my ear and I roll over, giggling, and nuzzle up against his chest. The way he smells is better than any cologne. If they bottled his scent, every man who wore it would instantly double his chance with any woman.

“Good morning,” I reply, nibbling at his chest hairs. He laughs and snatches me by the back of the neck, forcing my lips to his for a kiss.

“Sleep well?”

I nod. “Best sleep I’ve had in years.”

There’s a throbbing between my legs. It must be from last night and what Casey did to me. I don’t know if I’m just sore or if it’s a lingering effect from the two mind-blowing orgasms he gave me. Maybe it’s both.

Either way, all it’s doing is serving as a tender reminder of just how incredible my first time was and how perfectly Casey handled things.

I can’t imagine having to have gone through that with Jerry. What an experience that would have been. Would he have taken things slowly? Would he have cared about my pleasure or my pain?

No way in hell.

Jerry would have only cared about himself. I would have been lying there miserably while he took me. Then he would have walked back downstairs to brag to his buddies about his performance and how he’d just added another notch to his belt.

But not Casey.

Something has changed since he took me last night, and it’s not just the fact that I’m no longer a virgin. It isn’t just the fact that I might be pregnant either. It has more to do with the fuzzy feeling inside my chest that amplifies whenever I look this gorgeous man straight in his eyes.

The feeling is telling me that I’m in love.

“Join me for a shower?” he asks, standing and exposing his full naked body to me. He’s like a sculpture. A work of art you’d find on a pedestal at a museum.

“How many days a week do you go to the gym?” I ask, propping myself up, not even disguising the fact that I’m checking him out.

“The gym?” he scoffs. “I work construction, sweetie. That’s the only gym I need.”

He leans down and takes me by the hands, I assume to lift me to my feet. But the next thing I know, I’m being slung over his shoulder like a caveman carrying his chosen mate back to camp.

I giggle and squeal as he takes me into the walk-in shower and sets me down beside him. The water blasts on cold at first, but he shields me from it with his broad back.

He presses up against me, and I see he’s just as hard as he was last night, and that tickling sensation returns between my legs.

This man is irresistible.

Delicately, I reach out and touch it. At first I use only one hand. But it’s clear it will take more than that, so I use two. Casey lets out a deep groan as I begin to stroke him, then presses two fingers into my mouth to wet them.

He slips those two fingers between my legs and tenderly begins to rub my sweet spot. I lean forward against his chest and close my eyes as the pleasure radiates through me.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Come for me.”

It’s at that moment that I realize just how much I love being told what to do by him.

All my life I’ve had my father planning out my life for me, telling me where I can work, telling me if I can or can’t go to college, telling me who I will marry. And I resented it. But now I have Casey giving me commands, and I absolutely love it.

“Yes, sir,” I whimper back, feeling the heat spread out from my center.

He applies more pressure, increasing his speed. The warm water of the shower rains down on our naked bodies, and already I feel it. The point of no return.

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