Page 63 of Sinful Scars

“I haven’t told my cousin about what happened between us because she already thinks that my behavior around you is so out of character.”

“In what way?”

“For starters, the fact that I let you get me off the other night isn’t exactly something I’ve done before. Besides, I…think about you, a lot… In ways that I shouldn’t.”

“Like what?”

“You ask an awful lot of questions.” My cheeks warm.

“Indulge me, Elle.” His voice is low and raspy.

My nipples pebble, and I grow slick between my thighs at the sound of my name on his lips.

Well, fuck.

“I think about all the things I want you to do to me,” I whisper. “Like the other night… It’sallI’ve been able to think about.”

“What do you want me to do to you, Elle?”

My eyes flutter closed as I try to fight back a moan.

I’m desperate to reach between my thighs, to help relieve the ache building between them, but I wanthimto be the one to do it.

“I want you to fuck me…”

“Trust me, I’ve thought about it.” His voice is thick with arousal, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip to keep myself quiet as my clit throbs.

“Watching you undress at the window drove me fucking crazy. I came so fucking hard.”

A whimper escapes me at the thought of him gettingoff to my naked body.

“And then tasting you the other night…” He makes a choked sound that has my restraint snapping.

I reach up to cup my breasts, gently rubbing my aching nipples.

“Having you come on my tongue was incredible.”

“You’re welcome to do it again if you like.” I knead my swollen breasts.

I’m not sure if I’m being so bold because he can’t see me, or if it’s because I feel so naturally comfortable around him.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why? We both want this.”

“You shouldn’t want me.”

My hands fall to my thighs, and I let out a breath, hoping that I’m not going to come to regret what I’m about to say.

“But I do want you, in whatever way you’ll let me. So please,touchme.”

I’m breathless with need, and his answering silence has a quiet whimper escaping my lips.

“I need you to cover your eyes.”

Something lands softly on the bed, and I reach out to find a blindfold.

“If you really want my touch, this is how I need it to be.”

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