Page 7 of Stitches

I knew that made it sound like some night soon, but to hell with it. I’d cross that bridge when I got there. Since she’d returned to us, we’d vowed to never let her out of our sights again. So far, it was working, but damn Bryce Andrews to hell for making it more work for us.

She licked her lips before she pulled away and looked at her feet, deferring to me.

I let out a breath of relief.

“Some other time,” I said to him. I turned and began to lead Sirena away when he called out to me.

“She's safe with me too, you know.”

I said nothing and kept moving with Sirena’s hand in mine. When we reached the path that led to the house, I spoke.

“I don’t want you to think we’re being too protective. But I guess at the same time we are. It’s just the thought of losing you again makes me sick.”

We made it to the door of our house, and I opened it. She stepped inside and turned to me as I followed. I let the door close with a click and stared down at her.

“I’m sorry, but I’m also not,” I murmured. “You’re our girl, heaven, a-and I love you—”

I was silenced by her soft lips as they brushed against mine.

I lost it.

The control she had slipped as I took over and pressed her against the wall, my tongue tangling with hers.

We hadn’t had sex. In fact, I knew none of us had touched her since she’d come home to us. My control on that matter was slipping fast as her body pressed against mine. I was still drunk from kissing her at lunch.

“I want you,” I said between breathless kisses. “God, so much, heaven.” I held her face between my hands, kissing her hard. “It’s taking every ounce of willpower I have not to take you to my bedroom and finish what we started in that cemetery.”

She broke the kiss off and stared up at me. My pulse roared in my ears.

Maybe I’d screwed up by mentioning that night. The night Sin had been punished.

“Heaven,” I whispered. I kept my eyes trained on her as she took my hand in hers and stepped around me. I had no idea what was happening, but I let her lead me through the house. When we got to my room, my heart rate picked up.

She opened the door and led me inside. With a click, the door closed behind me.“Sirena?” I murmured, drinking her in.

She said nothing as was her fashion and pulled away from me. I watched as she backed up to my bed and sat on the edge, her fingers fumbling slowly with the buttons on her cardigan. I didn’t move a muscle while I watched her finally unfasten the cardigan and drop it to the floor before she made slow work of her white uniform shirt. When that puddled to the floor, I took a tentative step forward, drinking in how beautiful she looked in her white lacy bra as she stared back at me with wide eyes.

When her hands wound back and unsnapped her bra, I knew I was done for. She let it slip down her body, her hands covering her breasts as a pretty pink flush swept over her face and chest.

She stood, trembling slightly while she stared back at me.

With one arm shielding her breasts from me, she removed her skirt, letting it pool at her feet before she stepped out of her shoes, her panties still in place.

“No,” I murmured as she made to slip them down her thighs.

She froze, her eyes wide.

I closed the distance between us.

“Let me,” I said softly, brushing my lips against hers.

With gentle hands, I slid her panties off, letting them fall to the floor.

“Let me see you,” I whispered. I stepped around her and sat on the edge of my bed and stared at her. Her body was amazing. All the pretty dips and curves exactly where I liked them. Her creamy skin. The pink flush painted across it. The goosebumps. I liked that she kept her pussy bare for me. At least I told myself it was for me. That sexy as fuck hip flare and tiny waist. I envisioned my name tattooed on her hip bone someday. The thought of her loving me that much to mark her body with my name made me ache in all sorts of delicious ways.

“I still can’t see all of you,” I said, letting my eyes traverse each dip and curve of her body. “Show me.”

She bit her bottom lip for a moment before she let her hands fall away. I loved how shy she always was. It turned me on in so many different, sometimes voracious, ways. It wasn’t like I’d never seen her breasts or pussy before, but fuck, each encounter was like the first time all over again.

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