Page 37 of Tasting Sin

Nellie arched her back, pushing her chest out. I pinched her nipple as I added a second finger, earning a more desperate cry—a mix of pain and pleasure, maybe surprise. I smirked. “Oh, I think you liked that,” I groaned. I pinched her again, and when she shrieked, her pussy clenched tighter around my fingers. She did.

I wanted to rip her shirt off her and bite her heaving breasts, but I could feel her getting closer. Her muscles tightened and her legs shook. Waves of pleasure and eagerness rocked through her curved body, and I could feel every shiver against me like a request for more. When she started writhing in my lap, I wanted to give her everything she could possibly need.

“Oh shit,” she cried when I planted my palm against her clit, driving my fingers against the soft, spongy spot that drove her crazy. “Ronan.”

I moved my hand from her chest to the soft nape of her neck, wrapping my fingers lightly around her throat. “Are you telling me who you want to belong to?” I asked her, and her eyes widened. She didn’t say no, and the way her pussy rippled felt like a yes. “It’s okay, sugar. Your sweet cunt is already saying all of that for you. You’re loving this.”

I squeezed the sides of her neck, reveling in the feeling of her pulse quickening. I held her to me with just that grip on her neck and my fingers between her legs. She bucked her hips, and the start of her release ran down the back of my hand.

“Just like that.” I encouraged her, picking up my pace while her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her forehead shined with a light sheen of sweat and ecstasy. “Fall apart for me.” I tightened my hold on her throat when her pussy clamped tighter. “Now.”

Her moan was choked by my hold and her impending orgasm, and when she snapped, a deep blush tinted her cheeks. Nellie’s mouth dropped open in a perfectly round “O” surrounded by her rosy, wet lips. The lips I was suddenly desperate to taste again.

“Ronan,” Nellie choked when she came. She pushed her body back against mine like she was trying to become part of it, like she couldn’t get close enough to me.

I continued to massage her walls gently while waves of her release washed over us both until she collapsed against me. Her release soaked her thighs, running in shimmering drops down her milky skin. I collected one of the drops with my wet fingers before bringing them to my lips. I sucked them into my mouth, licking every tangy drop of her arousal from my skin. The taste of her lingered on my tongue, and I knew it would be there for days. Or longer. I still hadn’t gotten rid of the taste of her from last time.

Nellie tried to catch her breath, her body limp against me. “I love the way you taste,” I said, hooking my finger under her chin and turning her head to face me. “You should taste it.” I kissed her, and when I ran my tongue along her lips and she parted them, she hummed.

Her kiss was hungry, and it got hungrier when she lifted her arm behind her to wrap it around my neck and pull me closer. She kissed me like it was her air, like she needed me as badly as I was craving her. It was a craving I couldn’t seem to satisfy—one I didn’t want to get enough of, especially when she felt like that in my arms.

“Let me take you out tonight,” I said against her lips. Nellie gasped, pulling her head back.

She looked at me confused, almost like she was trying to comprehend what I was asking. “Out?”

“Yes,” I laughed, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “Like to dinner and a movie.”

Nellie sat up, adjusting in my lap so she was facing me. I missed the feeling of her racing heartbeat against my chest as soon as she moved, and I almost pulled her back to me. “That sounds like a date,” she giggled, as if she was waiting for the punchline.

“We can call it that.” I traced the line of her jaw with my finger before following the invisible vein in her neck to her pulse. She tensed. “Or we can just call it dinner and a movie. Just say yes.”

“Okay,” she whispered, settling back against me like her nerves had dissipated. Then, she sighed comfortably, and my stomach twisted in knots. “But it’s not a date.”

Chapter 23

Nellie

“What do you think, Spice?” I asked, spinning in the mirror. “Do you think he’ll like it? This is too dressed up for a movie, isn’t it?” The pink dress I wore hung to just above my knees, and it was lower cut than a dress I’d normally wear to what was supposed to just be a casual evening. I glanced at the heels I originally planned to wear, opting for a pair of black flats instead. It’s not a date.

Spice meowed, bumping his head against my bare shins. I squatted down, scratching him behind his ears. His purrs got louder, matching the nerves that swirled in my stomach. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I mumbled, half to Spice and mostly to myself. “Why don’t I hate him? I should hate him!”

I wanted to hate him. I wanted to tell Ronan Moretti to leave and never come back, let him walk out of my life like he did when I was younger. Then I thought about how I wouldn’t see him again, and my stomach sank. I didn’t hate him.

I might even like him.

When there was a knock at the door, Spice whipped his head in that direction, and my heart stalled. “That’s probably him.” Judging by the way Spice pranced toward the door, he already knew that.

I opened the door, pausing when I saw Ronan standing in front of me in jeans and a sweater. It was such a contrast from the expensive suits I’d seen him in. He looked casual—almost normal. The sweater he wore clung to the muscles of his shoulders.

“Are you going to invite me in?” he asked, making me snap out of my trance. How long had I been staring at him?

“Sorry. Hi.” I stepped aside, pulling the door open wider. “You look really nice.”

Ronan chuckled, stepping past the threshold and giving me a slow once over while he did. “You look pretty mouthwatering yourself, sugar.” My cheeks warmed, blushing at the compliment. Then, he knelt down. “Hey, Spice. How’s it going buddy?” Spice purred, waltzing back and forth in front of him and stretching to reach his hand any way possible.

“I just need to grab my purse.” When neither of them looked up again, I wondered if he’d heard me. I chuckled, nearly choking on the butterflies that raced toward my throat. This man, who had been so strict and stubborn, was pursing his lips and scrunching his nose at my cat.

When I came back with my purse, Ronan had Spice curled up in his arm. Spice purred loudly, and Ronan wore a large grin on his face. “Are you ready?” I asked, breaking him from his moment.

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