Page 49 of Breaking the Sinner

Was she ready for that?

His hands swirled circles up along her thighs until they reached the hem of her shorts. His fingertips grazed the crotch of the shorts, brushing over her womanhood. She sucked in a sharp breath.

“Cobra,” she started, but the rest of her sentence disappeared when one of his fingers grazed her clit. She cried out, writhing on top of him, needing more, unable to ask for it. She wanted him in a way that scared her. Having him inside her seemed the only way to sate this hunger.

“We’re still on second base,” he murmured, his fingertips dancing lightly over the crotch of her shorts. His solid heat was a comfort pressed up against her back. A pronounced hardness nudged at her lower back. His thumb brushed over her again, causing a jolt of heat through her limbs. She whimpered, biting her bottom lip, trying and failing to formulate a response.

This wasn’t how she’d imagined it, not even a little bit. This was deeper and realer and raw. This hurt, as much as it sated.

“Cobra,” she said again, her voice sounding more like a wheeze. She bucked, wanting to wriggle off of him as much as she wanted those fingers to slip inside her panties. This was so, so, so naughty. Naughtier than she’d ever been in her entire life. The realization shuddered through her, sending panic streaking alongside lust. Getting off on top of him had been an accident—a simple byproduct of something that she could still pretend was innocent.

This was intentional. This was too much.

“Going for number two, Red,” he whispered into her ear. He kept her pinned against him, in the hot space between his legs, the steel of his thighs locked around her. She wanted to stay here forever. She never should have arrived, either.

“You—” she started, those sharp prickles igniting in her core. The warning. The finish line drew near. “It’s not—”

His thumb flicked between her legs. “Mmm.” His moan into the side of her head was all it took. The final push, the one to send her sprawling and careening over the edge. A shriek bubbled up in her chest, erupting just as the wave of pleasure coated her, sticky and hot and blinding. Her hips bucked, and she arched back against him. His fingertips dug into the white of her thighs, holding her in place against the onslaught.

When the high subsided, she was huffing. Unable to catch her breath. Unable to catch her mind. “Ohhhhh, my Lord. What the…” She inhaled shakily, melting back into the reassuring solidness of his chest. “That was so…”

Cobra’s soft chuckle felt like a caress all its own. “Hot?”

“Yeah.” She clutched at his thick forearms, eyes drifting over the swirls and barbed wire and skulls tattooed there. She should make a comprehensive list of his tattoos, though it seemed impossible. Every time she looked, she found new ones. But her favorite tattoo, by far, was the swollen, broken, scarlet heart bursting out of a cartoonish-looking clock. It spoke to her. Told her something that even she didn’t entirely understand.

She tried to sit up, but weakness consumed her. “Fudge. I can’t even move.”

“You said it again.”

“What?”

“You’re not saying ‘fuck,’” Cobra said. His warm hands squeezed the tops of her thighs. “Say it.”

“Fffffffuck,” she said. It was still so hard. But in the wake of those orgasms, maybe anything was possible. Including fucking.

“There you go.”

“Fuck it.” Now it just popped out of her.

“Good,” Cobra said.

“Fuck you!”

Cobra’s face thinned. She clamped a hand over her mouth, keeping in a giggle.

“I plan on fuckingyou,” he whispered into her ear. The back of her neck went prickly.

“Yes. That’s the plan, isn’t it?” She tilted her head to the side to meet his gaze. Tenderness shone down on her. He ran his thumb over the edge of her bottom lip. “But not today.”

“No.” His jaw flexed, and he looked like he was about to say something else. Restraint licked at the edges of his voice. “Not today.”

Because even though he wanted it, wantedher,he would wait. And that was the sexiest part of all.

Chapter 21

Gen awoke bleary eyed. Cold. On top of her comforter, the bed still made neatly beneath her. She blinked a few times, rubbing at her eyes, a yawn popping out.

1:14 a.m.

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