Page 100 of Sinner's Sacrifice

“Do you still want me?” she asked. “Or was I right about your interest flagging after—”

His mouth crashed onto hers, plundering her mouth. Lips, tongue, teeth—he wanted to devour her with every part of himself. He needed her skin under his tongue, and her body under his, naked and writhing as he drove her from one orgasm to another.

He picked her up without breaking their wild kiss, and stumbled to his bed where he half-fell, half laid her down. He would have lifted himself off her, but her arms were locked around his neck and she wasn’t giving him any wiggle room.

“Sam,” her name came out in a ragged whisper.

She nibbled on his neck, bit down, then soothed the spot with her tongue. It sent spears of intense sexual need through him, hazing his thoughts.

By the time he could think straight, he realized his hands and mouth were on her naked breasts, and she was arching her back. She groaned his name, her hands holding his head to her as he feasted on her skin.

Her shirt hung off her shoulders in torn tatters.

Fuck. He’d nearly ripped her shirt right off her. He probably would have torn it all the way off if her breasts hadn’t distracted him. Because they were gorgeous. Full and heavy, they overfilled his hands.

He pulled back enough so he could look at her, all flushed from his touch and her own arousal.

“You are so beautiful,” he said in a low growl he prayed wouldn’t scare her.

She frowned at him. “You talk too much. Get back here.”

That made him chuckle. His paramedic was bossy in bed, and he loved it.

He loved her.

Yvgeny’s body seized up.

He loved her, but how could he possibly keep her safe?

“Yvgeny?” Concern laced her voice.

“Sam, I think you need to slap me or punch me or break some more of my toes. I’m hanging on to my control by the slimmest thread.” He lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.” He put all of his doubts and fears into those words. All of them.

The tight expression on her face relaxed and she gave him a smile. “There you go again, taking care of me, when you’ve got the biggest hard on ever.” She stroked one hand up his erection. “I mean seriously, we should call the world record people, because—”

He kissed her, sinking into her, cradling her close so her body set him on fire.

Someone pounded on the door. “Sir, the police are here.”

It sounded like Mason or Magnus.

Yvgeny lifted his head.

“No,” Sam said in an almost whine. “Come back here.”

The pounding on the door resumed. “They won’t leave until they talk to you, sir.”

“Damn it,” he said, resting his forehead on Sam’s chest for a moment. He kissed her quick then pushed up to his feet.

Sam let her arms flop on the bed. “The universe hates me.”

Yvgeny laughed. “Me too, darling. I have to go out there with a tent in my pants.” He rebuttoned his shirt, because she’d somehow undone most of them, and fixing his tie.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, looking at her torn shirt.

“Sorry about that,” he said, though he wasn’t sorry at all. “Your breasts are amazing and I wanted to pay them proper homage.”

She looked at him with her mouth wide open for a moment, then a smile slid across her face. “You’re welcome to worship me any time you like.” She sat up then slid off the bed.

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