Page 69 of Tasting Sin

“I thought I already was.” Wasn’t I? He had called me his girl—more than once. I looked up at him, meeting the intense stare already set on me. His eyes got impossibly darker, and my stomach swirled with nerves.

“I need to hear you say it.” Ronan bent toward me, pressing his forehead against mine. I inhaled the semi-sweet need on his breath.

I gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m yours.”

“That’s right. You’re mine,” he said with a smile that made my heartbeat race. He leaned closer so our lips brushed together when he spoke. “Now tell me I’m yours.”

“You’re mine,” I whispered before he kissed me.

Chapter 46

Ronan

“Say it again.” I backed Nellie up against the counter until the sound of her sharp gasp cut through the quiet room. She looked at me and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down and blushing.

She reached up onto her toes, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “You’re mine.” She kissed my cheek. “And I’m yours,” she added before her lips hungrily found mine like they hadn’t just parted a few breaths earlier.

“Damn straight. And I’ll destroy anyone who tries to change that.” I thought about Stanton and his attempt to get information from Nellie. It made me happy, and somewhat relieved, to know Nellie didn’t tell them anything. She knew more than she let on.

“Nobody can change it.” Her honey stare held mine, and I inhaled her breath. I kissed her again, and as I did, her breathing grew heavier. She pressed her body against mine, and the warmth from her skin radiated into me. I could feel the anticipation drifting from her when she snaked her arms around my neck to pull me closer.

She parted her lips further, using her tongue to invite me in. I wanted to swallow the sweet taste of her excitement. When I placed my hand flat against her lower back, she pressed herself closer to me, eagerly sucking my tongue and moaning. But when I closed my arms around her and squeezed, her breath hitched, causing my stomach to drop.

“I don’t know if we should do this right now,” I said, pausing. Guilt flooded me when she winced.

Her arms dropped into her lap, and her shoulders sank under assumed rejection. “Why? What happened?”

“You told me that you’re mine. That’s what happened.” I cupped her face in my hands. “I don’t know if I can contain myself right now, and you’re hurt.”

Nellie sighed, framing my face with her delicate hands in the same way I held hers. “I told you, I’m not broken. I’m fine.” Her voice got huskier. “Ronan, I need you. Please?”

When I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her, setting her on the counter, she squealed. Her legs automatically wrapped around me, and I grabbed the crease between her thighs and her full hips to tug her to the very edge.

“I can’t resist you,” I growled, pressing my forehead against hers before I kissed her again.

“Good,” she gasped between kisses before she dived toward me for more.

She continued to stretch forward, even when I grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it off her. When I sat the shirt on the counter next to us, she hungrily brought her mouth back to mine like there was a magnet connecting us. Her skin grew goosebumps when I traced her spine from her lower back to the clasp of her bra, using one hand to pluck it apart while the other remained locked in her hair.

Nellie pulled the straps off her shoulders and threw it to the floor, reaching desperately for my shirt on her way back. She fought with it, struggling to get it up my body and over my head with her face smashed against mine. I helped her, tugging it off and dropping it next to hers. She whimpered when I kissed her again.

Her lips were red and shiny when I pulled away from her, and I wanted to bite them. Instead, I placed my hand in the center of her chest, slowly guiding her onto her back on the counter. She didn’t fight it, even when the cold surface met her skin and made her hiss, but her back arched away from it.

I traced her curves, drawing my hands down her sides to her hips, hooking my fingers under the waistband of her yoga pants. She gnawed on her lip anxiously, her eyes not leaving mine as I dragged them down her hips. Nellie lifted slightly, allowing me to get the pants past her ass, and once they were over her thighs, I stripped them quickly from her legs and let them drop to the floor.

She parted her legs slowly when I walked my hands up the insides of them, pausing at her knees to spread them further before continuing up her inner thighs. I would never tire of the way her skin turned pink beneath my touch or how her breathing quickened as she anticipated my next move.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” I asked her, tracing the crease between her leg and hip. She nodded. “And you’re all mine.”

Nellie nodded again. “I’m yours.”

“Keep saying that,” I said when I ran the tip of my finger along her slit. “I want to hear it forever.”

“I’m yours,” she repeated, weaving her fingers into my hair when I parted her lips. I inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal, and she shivered. “I’m yours. I’m yours.” She kept going, growing quieter and more breathless as I painted my tongue along her thigh to her center.

“That’s right. Mine.” I locked eyes with her long enough to confirm she understood what that meant before I dove in, nuzzling my nose against her bare mound. When I darted my tongue out, flicking over her hardened clit, she cried out, arching more off the counter.

I placed my hand on the center of her stomach, holding her against the counter and smirking before I closed my lips over her clit. Nellie nearly levitated completely when I sucked. She writhed and fought against my hand on her stomach, and I pressed down, keeping her in place while I continued.

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