Page 50 of Dirty Big Sins

After that look I’d turned away in an attempt to avoid eye contact, but he gently gripped my chin, tilted my head in his direction and then pressed his lips softly to mine. “Good morning, by the way.”

Those flutters were back and I could literally feel my determination to get away as fast as possible begin to dissolve. The tenderness in that tiny move shocked me. He really did not fight fair. No wonder he never lost a fight.

“Morning,” I mouthed against his lips, reveling against that soft brush of his skin against mine. This man was like a drug, pure and simple. One taste. Hell, one anything and I was ready to throw my panties to the wind and ask him how I could serve him.

I guess the first step in recovery had to be admitting I had a problem. And boy did I. Atwo hundred pound plus of solid muscle with dreamy eyes that were as decadent as any melted chocolateproblem.

“Let’s get you taken care of so you can go conquer the restaurant world today.” The words had no sooner left his mouth than his big, strong hands were at my waist, turning me in the direction of the bathroom. I followed his lead because suddenly I wanted nothing more than his attention on me. It was a glorious thing to wake up to even if I only got about an hour or so of sleep.

Vincent walked straight to the shower and turned on all the knobs and I thought some that I didn’t realize existed because next thing I knew there were multiple shower heads spraying water into the stall as steam quickly filled the room.

“C’mon.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me to him as I tried not to wince as my overused muscles protested again.

I stepped under the spray and the heated water sluiced over me, making me sigh in pleasure as the warmth took over and began working its magic. Not to mention the pulsing shower heads that beat streams of water against my muscles in the perfect staccato of relief.

My sigh of pleasure didn’t go unnoticed as Vincent stepped into the shower behind me. His fingers went to my shoulders first and the minute he began massaging them with his strong hands, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

“Wow. Your muscles are tight. You should come down to the gym and let my therapist work on you. She’s got the best hands in the business and I promise you’d feel like a new woman after just one session.”

My stomach clenched with a pang of something dark at the image of some strange woman I didn’t know with her hands on Vincent’s body. The picture that popped into my mind did not sit well at all. I wasn’t normally the jealous type, but considering what I’d been through…

“Maybe.” I managed to hide the bitterness from my tone, but that didn’t mean I was going to commit to anything one way or another. My emotions were raw, more so than I thought possible at this point. I’d started falling for this man back in Italy and as much as I’d try to stop that descent, it forged on. So Vincent with another woman in any capacity was about the last thing I wanted to see right now.

A quiet rumble of laughter rolled through his chest. “Okay, but the option is there if you change your mind. Although I bet if you ask Nina, The Sinclair probably has a fantastic masseuse that could help too if you prefer something right here on site.”

“Mmhmm.” Considering how magical his fingers felt working through my muscles, I didn’t see the need for anyone else. “This feels pretty good too.” The more he worked, the more I felt some of the tension leaving my body.

“It does,” he said as his hand slipped lower and squeezed my ass. “But I’m easily distracted, especially when you’re naked and wet.”

I smiled at the implication in his words as heat gathered in my core yet again. I didn’t think I could do this again, but his magical fingers and the proximity of his naked body were about to prove just how wrong I was.

“Vincent…” I’d meant for his name to serve a warning, but it came out on a moan instead. This caused him to turn me in his arms, allowing me to see the wicked grin cross his face moments before he lifted me in the air and forced me to wrap my legs around his waist.

“Don’t worry. Despite my carnal thoughts otherwise, we’re going to wait. But that doesn’t mean I can’t take my morning kiss with this hot body in my hands.” He turned and pushed me against the shower wall before I could take a breath let alone say words. But it was the kiss that consumed me as the scalding touch of his lips burned through me in a beeline straight to my core.

I didn’t know what I’d expected, but this gentle devouring kiss had not been it. As his tongue tangled with mine, my head swam with thoughts of him and his many facets.

Demanding. Rough. Wicked. Gentle. Giving. Generous.

Despite the fact that he had a demanding job with an important deadline looming, he made the time for this. And I was quickly learning I might not want to go without it. Without him.

I’d been wrong about falling. That ship had sailed and gone straight to port in love. It didn’t matter if it didn’t make sense or it had happened too fast or that it might even be too dangerous.

“Zia,” he breathed into my mouth. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

My stomach flipped at his rough admission. Maybe he wasn’t the only one with control in this situation.

“Crazy is an understatement for what you do to me. You make me reckless. I don’t know how to handle it.”

He lifted his head and stared into my eyes. I couldn’t read the emotions swimming in his dark eyes, but I felt the intensity of them in every cell of my body.

He hesitated for a long time before finally pressing his forehead to mine. “We handle it together. That’s how this works.”

God, I ached to ask him what “this” meant, but fear kept my mouth closed and the words trapped in my throat.

He must have sensed my reluctance as he sighed and shifted before easing me back to the ground. “If you want to go to work any time soon, you should leave me now. I can’t stop thinking about being inside you. Your body. Your head. Your heart. All of it. I’m obsessed.”

“You’re not alone.” I didn’t know how I found the courage to say those words, but I couldn’t take them back now. He was a smart man and I knew he would read between the lines.

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