Page 69 of Dirty Big Sins

I moved my legs until they straddled his waist. If he had feelings he couldn’t quite express right now, I’d show him the way. In this position, his crown brushed against my tender flesh, and I had to suck in air through my teeth and close my eyes against the extreme pleasure.

Slow, Zia. Don’t rush it.

I feared it was too late for that as he gripped one hand around the side of my waist and used the other to guide his cock to my opening. In a weak attempt to maintain some sort of control, I stroked his cheek and gave him what I hoped was a soft smile. “Thank you for sharing your story with me. I know it wasn’t easy.”

He groaned, his attention hopefully focusing more on my words than our bodies.

“But it meant everything to me that you trusted me with that.”

“Always.” He sighed and in that moment, I believed it. Really believed that he meant that.

As I lowered onto him, bringing him into my body, I could no longer resist telling him the truth. “I love you, Vincent.”

We both groaned as the gravity of what this meant sank all the way to our bones. The time for talking had passed. We didn’t need words. Not when I could see everything I desired reflected back at me in his gaze. Slow-burning passion ignited as we moved together, determined to give more than I took. The level of tenderness in every touch, every slow thrust, communicating better than words ever could.

I didn’t know how I’d come back from this in one piece. My heart was gone—in his hands. Despite, or maybe because of the losses we’d suffered, we’d found each other and that had to mean something. Hopefully, all the obstacles still between us would be tackled together and we’d end up with something much better.

But tonight…

“Oh God.”

“Yes, pretty girl. Come with me.”

My climax rose quickly, but he was right there with me.

He rose up one last time and took me with a kiss that rendered me senseless, leaving only the warm sensation of love in its wake.

No matter what happened tomorrow, for the first time in a very long time I had faith in someone other than myself and that as it turns out, meant everything…

Chapter Twenty-Nine

VINCENT

I woke some hours later,still wrapped around a warm, naked Zia on the couch. Of course my cock stirred, because that was what it did in her presence, but this time I had the head space to ignore it.

We’d fallen asleep together and the plane had never left the jetway. So much for my big attempt at a romantic date. Instead I’d bared my soul, admitted I could and would be a monster when provoked, and then proceeded to use sex for comfort.

Scrubbing a hand across my face, I also realized there was still a lot we hadn’t covered. This morning I would have to tell her about the studio before the news went public. Something I’d intended to deal with the night before, after a beautiful night out.

Fuck.

What time was it?

I tried to ease from her embrace to find my phone, but she stirred as quickly as I flexed.

“No. Don’t move yet.”

Her groggy, sleep-roughened voice pierced through me as did the memory of me asking her to make love to me. Man, when I fell I apparently fell hard.

“Go back to sleep. You don’t have to get up yet. The sun’s just now coming up.”

“Then why areyoumoving?” Her sleep heavy complaint barely registered as I extricated myself despite her best attempts to keep me at her side. I’d turned my phone off the night before and I had the nagging sense I needed to check in.

By the time I broke free and palmed my phone, it was too late.

Tires screeched on the runway, car doors slammed and then fists pounded on the door moments before it was yanked open.

“What the hell?”

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