Page 34 of Dirty Big Sins

“It’s never just a kiss with you, but that’s not the problem.”

“If this is about what happened before— ”

I placed my hand over his mouth to stop him. “It’s not. I—uh—haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

A wide grin crossed his face, making him even more handsome if that was possible. “Babe. Seriously? I don’t care about that.”

My stomach clenched every time he saidbabeorbaby. Terms of endearment had never been a thing for me, but from him they made my nerves flutter with excitement. I could see myself getting too used to this.

“I do. Just two minutes. Can you wait that long?”

“For you? Yes. Absolutely.”

With a smile on my face, I pushed away from him and headed toward the master bath. “There’s coffee in the kitchen if you want some. Or juice if you don’t do caffeine while you’re training.”

I wasn’t gone for more than a minute or so when I heard him behind me.

“Rough night, huh?” I should have taken the graveled tone of his voice as a warning, but I was halfway to cloud nine and thought nothing of it.

I glanced in the mirror and nearly choked on my toothbrush. Because Vincent was standing in the doorway with my half empty bottle of tequila in one hand and my vibrator in the other.

An immediate flash of heat crawled up my neck and face and I wanted to die on the spot. I may have been a grown adult with perfectly reasonable needs, but that didn’t mean I wanted my private time made public to anyone. Even Vincent.

“You got all wound up last night and needed to resort to this?” he asked.

I quickly finished up and took a moment with a towel to buy myself a few seconds to think. What was I supposed to say? At the last second I decided to go with honesty.

“What difference does it make? It didn’t exactly work.”

His eyes widened. “You got drunk and tried to get yourself off and it didn’t work?”

“Oh that part worked. Several times, in fact.” I smirked. “It just didn’t make me feel any better.”

The look on his face got darker and for a second I thought his eyes turned completely black. “You needed me.”

From anyone else that would have been the worst kind of arrogant remark, but on him it was sexy and aggressive in the best possible way.

“I should have warned you about this kind of thing. It drives me mad. If my pussy needs attention, then it should come to me first. Instead you resorted tothis.” He tossed the toy on the counter beside me and I flinched as it rolled into the sink. He stalked toward me with a hungry look so fierce I would have believed him if he told me he was starving to death.

Before I could think of a proper comeback that might actually make sense, he had his hand wrapped around the back of my head and his mouth moving against mine in a harsh, breath stealing kiss.

As if that wasn’t enough, he pressed his hot body against me until it melded into mine, until I had no choice but to sink into it. Screw sinking, it was so much more than that. I reveled in it.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, breaking the kiss. “But I’m about to ruin you. I don’t know what you have scheduled for today, but you’d better plan on doing it sore as hell.” He lifted me up and set me on the counter before his hands slid under my thin camisole to caress my bare breasts. I heard the words he said, but if I was supposed to take offense, it wasn’t going to happen. Not when he was lighting every inch of me on fire with a simple caress from his battle-worn hands.

“Any time you need to get fucked, you bring this pussy to me. It’s my job to take care of you. Is that understood?” A moan I couldn’t hold back slipped from my mouth. It seemed the dirtier he got, the more I wanted. And I loved it. I frantically nodded, not trusting my ability to speak anytime soon.

My brain cells were still scrambled from my lack of sleep, unfulfilled sexual need and the knowledge that he would take care of everything. Who was I kidding? I was simply a writhing, horny frustrated mess at this point and that meant I couldn’t focus for shit.

All thoughts froze when Vincent slipped a finger under the edge of my panties and teased along my slit. My legs fell wider and I prayed he wouldn’t stop. I wanted him more than I wanted air right now.

Hell, breathing was overrated when it came to this. But I needed more. A fact he must have clued in on considering he’d slipped his finger fully inside me.

“Babe,” he groaned, leaning his forehead against mine. “You’re so wet. For me.” If I wasn’t sure how much he wanted me, I knew for sure at the sound of his broken, guttural approval and that thrilled me. “I can’t stop thinking about you and me and this.” A trail of kisses along my jaw ended with his face nuzzled into my neck and his teeth grazing roughly over my skin. All while he pumped his finger, driving me quickly to the edge of release.

“Vincent.” I squirmed against him, trying to get more.

“You need more, pretty girl? Eager for me to fuck you again?”

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