Page 72 of I Am Sin

He’s not wrong.

I’m experienced with sex. I’m nearly twenty-six years old, and I’ve had many boyfriends. But he’s right. It’s always been kind of…ordinary.

Not that I didn’t enjoy it. I could always have an orgasm, but there was always something missing.

I’ve never experienced that all-consuming passion—that fire, that sense of urgency—that I’m experiencing right now.

Right now, with a man I never thought I’d be attracted to.

But Dragon fills up the room.

Not the way my brothers fill a room with their sheer handsomeness and presence.

No, Dragon fills up the room in a different way.

He fills it with darkness, with seductive sin, with a desire to fill my needs in the dark of night.

“I don’t do things I don’t want to do,” I say.

“Neither do I. It’s no secret that I want to shove my cock in you and fuck you into next week. That’s all I can offer you right now, Diana. If you want me to leave after that, I’ll leave.”

“You don’t have to leave.”

“Are you not hearing me? I’m not offering you a relationship. I’m not even offering you a date.”

“Did I ask for one?”

“Jesus Christ.” He crushes his mouth to mine once more.

If possible, the kiss is even more urgent this time. He pushes his tongue into my mouth with the force of a hurricane.

Where is Diana? Sweet smart Diana who used to think most men used too much tongue?

Because damn it, Dragon is using more than enough. Yet I’m craving more.

I wish I could open up my skin and let him crawl into me.

We kiss for several minutes until he breaks it, rolling over and gasping in a deep breath.

I need a breath myself. I’m panting, sweat erupting on my hairline.

“God, you look sexy in that thing,” Dragon says. “I’d like to rip it off you until it’s in shreds.”

“No one is stopping you.”

“I suppose not.” He cocks his head. “You can buy ten more tomorrow.”

Christ. “You don’t need to keep reminding me of how different we are,” I say. “No one knows that more than I do. But right now, we’re just two people. Two horny people who really want each other. You’ve made it clear you’re not promising anything past this. I’m not either. Tomorrow I start a job that will take up most of my time. I’ll hardly be home. It’s part of why I went to that party last night. I’m not a big partier. I wanted a last hurrah.”

“And that’s what I am?”

I open my mouth to tell him yes, it is, but something stops me.

I don’t want to think of this as a last hurrah.

This is something in a category of its own. I’m just not sure what category it is yet.

“And if you are?” I ask.

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