Page 78 of Breaking the Sinner

“‘Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.’ That’s Romans 12:9. Cobra, you aregood.”

Her words hit him like a scalpel making an incision. Precise, painful, but with the promise of cutting out something tumorous.

“That’s why I want to bring you home to meet my family for Thanksgiving.” She laced her fingers through his. “You look different than we do, but you have a purer heart than any of us.”

He didn’t know which was heavier—her request or her belief in him. He rubbed at his forehead.

“You’d really like it if I went?”

She squeezed his hand. “It would make my year.”

Inside, he wilted. When she put it like that, how could he say no? The simple fact that she believed in him—however wrong she was about him—made him feel guilty enough to agree.

“Plus, it’s on my list,” she added.

He heaved a sigh, searing her with a look. She batted her eyelashes, looking hopeful.

“Okay.” There. He’d done it. He’d completely sold out. “I’ll go. For you.”

Gen squealed with excitement. And though part of him was horrified he’d agreed, the other part would have done anything to inspire that look in her eyes as often as humanly possible.

Chapter 31

Gen awoke with a start, the blue-gray rays of early dawn filling her room. Still dressed. Cotton-mouthed. And…Cobra.

Lying at her side.

Her heart raced, though she didn’t know why. The bedside clock read 5:01 a.m.He spent the night.She rubbed at her eyes, suddenly itchy from the clothes. Itchy, and…something else. Desperate. Eager. Insatiable.

She unbuttoned her shirt until it hung open and gently removed it. Then she unfastened her bra, tossing it to the ground. As Cobra breathed softly beside her, she wriggled out of her shorts, discarding them as well. Her heart hammered between her ears.

This was new for her. And bold. But it felt too right.

She hesitated, hands on her panties. There was no way Cobra would object to waking up next to her, totally nude. He might even love it. And all she wanted to do, right now, on this bleary morning, was go all the way home.

Something in the cresting day helped her find her own clarity. The nakedness of the morning, breeding her own nakedness. She pushed her panties down and over her ankles and then tossed them aside. Her fingers trembled as she adjusted herself next to Cobra.

He had an arm extended above him as he slept on his side, ear to shoulder. She cozied up to him, nuzzling his neck, pressing a kiss to the heat there. He stirred but didn’t wake. She grabbed for one of his hands, bringing it to her naked breast. The scrape of his rough hand against her sensitive nipple made her inhale sharply.

Cobra’s long eyelashes fluttered as he came to. His chocolate eyes were bleary at first, but his vision went sharp. And he didn’t say a word. He smoothed his hand over the roundness of her breast, up over her shoulder, cradling the side of her face. She leaned in, and they kissed. Hungrily. Like it wasn’t five a.m. Like they hadn’t been sleeping for hours.

Cobra’s tongue pressed into her mouth, and that’s when the fireworks went off. He was in this. He knew exactly what she wanted.

Cobra broke their kiss a moment later and sat up, his soft exhale the only sound as he tore his shirt off. He tossed it over her, and then unbuttoned his long black shorts. The room was bathed in silence, somehow accentuated by her concentration. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Cobra dug for something in his pocket. Then he wriggled out of his shorts, and his boxers, the soft rumple of jeans against floor a melody that flowed through her.

And then he slid on top of her. The chain of his necklace was warm, tickling her bare chest as he buried his face in the side of her neck. She traced the arcs and dips of his back, the sides of his body, the hills of his bicep. Using the dim, cobalt dawn as her guide, she traced the map of his body with her hands. Learning his muscles. Seeking his warmth.

Cobra lowered his hips. His stiff cock brushed between her legs, a delicious jolt in the quiet morning. She slid her hands over the hard ridge of his shoulders, finding the warm plane of his back. He was solid above her. A rock. One that she loved to lean on.

Cobra brought his lips to the shell of her ear, his hot breath sending a pulse through her. She was ready for this. Lord, she’d been ready since the moment she saw this man. Her legs splayed open, as if her body responded to a set of directions that defied reason or logic. This was ancient knowledge, here. A primal connection that she and Cobra tapped into.

And she’d let it take her all the way this morning. Cobra’s chest brushed the tips of her nipples as he came in for another kiss. When he pulled away, she could see the question marks in his eyes. She ran her hands along the thick muscle of his neck, urging his face back toward hers.

“Please,” she whispered. One simple word. The key to unlock it all.

Cobra made a small noise as he pulled back from her. At first, she was confused, reaching for him like he was a blanket torn away, but then he reached for something on the bed. The condom wrapper. He tore it open with his teeth.

She watched as he rolled the condom down over the stiff length of his cock. Her chest heaved as she watched his sacred movements. The ritual of it. The anticipation that dripped down between her legs. Once the condom wrapped all the way down his cock, he ran his thumb over the crease of her pussy. She jolted. A smile played at his lips.

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