Page 116 of I Am Sin

“And I’m not going to start talking now.”

His mouth comes down on mine again. This time I keep my lips sewn shut, but he is aggressive, and he slides his velvety tongue between them.

As my knees weaken, so does my resolve.

I part my lips, and he dives right in.

We kiss in the doorway of my bedroom, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

As the desire to help him burns in me, the desireforhim burns even stronger.

We’re going to end up in bed.

I can’t bring myself to regret it. After a rough day at work, Dragon Locke might just be the salve I need.

ChapterThirty-Four

Dragon

I know better than this. I shouldn’t be doing this. Not to her. Not again.

But I can’t bring myself to stop.

She is sparkling light in the sea of my darkness.

And this new fire I’m sensing in her? The kind that made her tell me to fuck off?

It makes me want her even more.

I taste every part of her mouth with my tongue, all her sweetness, and all this newfound defiance that she’s showing me tonight.

She deserves so much better than me.

Better than a man who can’t donate plasma because of his history.

Better than a man who would drown his sorrows in a fix right now if he could.

Better than a man whose parents gave him away years ago.

Better than a man who was told he was evil as a child and grew up to believe it.

She deserves someone worthy of her. Worthy of her kindness and compassion, of her beauty inside and out.

That’s not me.

But I don’t fucking care.

Right now, I need her. And I’m going to take her.

I back her into her bedroom. A bedroom I’ve never seen before.

I break the kiss so we don’t stumble and then zero in on her solid oak headboard.

A headboard with rungs.

Fuck…

I’m not into BDSM. I’ve tried it, but it’s not my thing at all. Still, I’d like to tie those thin and supple wrists to her headboard so she can’t move. Can’t touch me.

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