Page 96 of Wicked Sins

Exposing me.

My heart’s racing.

Our breathing picks up again.

I reach behind me hesitantly, fumbling clumsily along his waistline.

“Are you sure?” His voice is deep, rough.

In answer, I move my hand down until I touch him through his boxers.

He presses against me, and I shudder at how hard he is. How big he feels.

In this perfect moment, aching with anticipation, I can’t imagine being with anyone else ever again.

I’ve never felt this way before. Not about anyone. And I can’t explain why it’s Joah. Why it’s someone I shouldn’t—can’t—be with.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Joah shifts behind me. A moment later, my fingers touch warm, soft skin. I wrap my hand around his length, my eyes fluttering closed when his breath hits the back of my neck. I stroke him, and he groans like I’m tearing open his rib cage to get at his heart.

I’m bursting with impatience, groaning in wordless protest as he takes his time to line up with my entrance.

There’s no rush, but this can’t happen soon enough.

I don’t want him to lose his nerve.

I don’t want to lose mine.

I’ve already resigned myself to the fact that I’m going to Hell. Now, all we have to do is consummate this sin.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Josiah

I’m not torturing her on purpose. I was expecting to be balls deep in her already, breaking her, claiming her as mine. But something’s not right. I thought I heard a sound, but it could have been my imagination.

Or a guilty conscience.

“Please,” Candy whispers.

She pumps my cock again, and I nearly come undone right then and there. I don’t even know how the hell I’m supposed to last long enough to get inside her.

This is nothing like my fantasy.

She wasn’t begging me to fuck her—she was pleading with me to stop.

“Please, Joah. I want you to—”

There’s a crash in the distance, maybe from the kitchen.

We both jerk into a sit.

My heart climbs into my throat as I yank up my boxers. Candy tries to close the two halves of her pajama top, but most of the buttons are still scattered on the floor.

There’s no other way out of this room except through the window, and I won’t risk being caught halfway through.

“The blanket,” I say through my teeth.

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