Page 117 of Play It Sinful

Even though I’m so hard, it’s painful, I’m not going to risk it. “I’ll be happy just to lie next to you.”

She pouts. “Are you saying kissing is off the table?”

“Well, I guess we could kiss.” I rub my thumb over her lower lip, and she shudders.

“You could also help me undress,” she says softly.

I swallow hard. “I can do that too.”

“My leggings should go first.” She smirks.

I narrow my eyes. “I see what you’re doing.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Holding her stare, I reach for the elastic band of her pants and slowly kneel in front of her, pulling the fabric down her hips and then her legs. Ashley reaches for my shoulders and lifts each foot to help me with the task. I toss the leggings to the side, but I don’t get up. Instead, I kiss her belly near the edge of her panties.

“Sean….”

“Yes, beautiful?”

She runs her fingers through my hair. “Is this really happening?”

I grin. “Yes, babe. It’s happening.” I get up from my knees, because if I start eating her out, I won’t be able to stop, and I’d rather Ashley be in a comfortable position. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“You’re forgetting my cardigan.”

“Right.” I reach for the top button and make quick work of releasing of all of them. Underneath, Ashley’s wearing a white button-down shirt that I remove as fast as I can as well.

Once her clothes are gone, I stop. I can see the bruises on her torso, and it makes me feel like an asshole for wanting to sex her up.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

My eyes sting, but hell, I don’t want to fucking cry again. I did plenty of that in the past two weeks.

She touches my face. “Sean… you can talk to me.”

I take her wrist and kiss the palm of her hand. “I feel like a jerk that I can’t keep my hands off you when you still have bruises from the accident.”

“If you’re a jerk, so am I. I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself.” She gets on the mattress and slides down the middle. “Now take your clothes off. I want a private show.”

My lips curl upward. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“As you wish.” I pull my sweater off first, then my shoes, socks, and jeans go next. Now I’m standing in the middle of her room wearing only my briefs and a T-shirt.

“I saidallyour clothes.”

“I was getting there.” I grab my T-shirt from the back, because I know she loves it when I undress like that.

Her eyes are wide and her breathing is shallow now as she stares at me. I’m keeping my underwear on, since tonight is all about her.

“You’re still not in your birthday suit,” she says as I approach the bed.

“I need the barrier, babe.” I sit next to her and kiss her mouth softly.

She parts her lips, and I have no choice but to take the offering. Our tongues mingle unhurriedly. I just want to savor her sweet taste slowly. It’s been too long since I could do this without feeling guilty. I’m so lost in her that I don’t notice when our positions become horizontal. My hand is cupping her cheek, but she takes my wrist and moves my arm lower.

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