Page 61 of Sinful Attraction

“I love you, baby,” I say. “I’m so sorry. If I can do anything—”

“Just hold me,” she breathes against my neck. “I love you, too.”

It doesn’t fix everything. It doesn’t make her family sane or unbreak her heart, but it gives her something to lean on, and that will need to be enough for now.

I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve had sex at this point, and that’s a good thing. We’ve started really discovering each other. This time, it builds up slowly as the weight of her grief eases away, and our caresses start to take on heat.

Her fingers tremble as they slide up my bare chest; her back shivers under my palms. Her mouth is warm, sleek, and yielding against mine. Comfort-seeking, distraction-seeking, call it what you want. I don’t care, as long as her cries aren’t of grief anymore.

I don’t really know who kissed who first this time, when her hands started moving over me, or when our clothes started coming off. It was all a slow blur of kisses and murmurs, my lips at her neck, her tears on my tongue, and her nimble little hands unbuckling my belt.

Now, I can feel my comforter sliding under us as I lower her onto it. Her body tenses and squirms under me as I pull her jeans down off her hips and take her panties with them. I cover her thighs with kisses before working my way up to caress her warm pussy with my fingers and my tongue.

I have her gasping and squirming in seconds; in under a minute, she’s fighting to keep her legs apart. I prop them open, holding one while bracing the other against my shoulder, and listen to her voice rising up into desperate cries of pleasure.

She squeals, her hips buck, and I hold her, lapping at her clit insistently until her sobs of ecstasy die down into whimpers and aftershocks. Then, I wipe my mouth, grinning when she moans out a plea to fuck her.

Rolling on a condom takes ten seconds and a million years. By then, her eyes are dry, and her breath comes in little gasps. Hernipples are tight little beads against my chest as I press down against her.

I go in in one long, easy thrust, letting out a blissful groan as her arms and legs tighten around me. My breathing shudders as we find a rhythm together, and I feel her stretch and shiver under me as her body starts ramping up again.

I’m so turned on I can barely see. My eyes swim; I shiver as I move against her, each stroke feeling better than the last. She coos and groans in my ear as I struggle for self-control. Our lips meet in rough kisses, tongues tangling and hands sliding over each other frantically.

I feel her trembling under me, hear the way her breath catches, and delve into her hot, sleek pussy even harder. The pleasure dizzies me as I feel her tighten around me. Then, her back arches, and her eyes fly open before squeezing shut in bliss. Her grinding and thrashing carry me over the edge with her, and ecstasy cracks through me like lightning.

Minutes later, drifting off with her, I feel the slightest twinge of apprehension about my family and how this will all shake out. But then, I push those thoughts away and bury my face in her hair.

Chapter 25

Arya

We spend the afternoon and night making love, stopping to nap, eat, and eventually shower. The raw wound of my family’s abandonment still aches in my chest, but Michael’s presence makes it manageable.

And when I think about it here, on the morning after, I almost feel relieved, like the pain is the soreness left after you rip a Band-Aid off. I can focus past it now.

I can focus on figuring out how in the hell we’re going to wrap up the situation with Michael’s family and get that money back.

By lunchtime, Michael is fielding another phone call with his brother Billy. The guy seems pretty easygoing, which is a blessing in the middle of all this. However, what Billy starts saying soon after the phone rings has both of us on edge.

“Maria’s come back. She’s here now,” Billy says as we listen to Michael’s phone. “She wants to see the guy you brought in. She says she can help us get the location of the money out of him.”

“Out of him?” Michael’s expression shows his alarm. “Billy, she’s lying. She can’t be allowed to make contact with Brian Cleary. She’s up to something.”

“Dad won’t let her go near him alone, but he wants all of us here to confront her and make Cleary tell his story with Mom there.”

I let out a wordless huff. This is going to be a ton of drama—at best. “Has she been checked for weapons?” I ask. Michael repeats the question urgently into the phone.

“The guards haven’t checked her for weapons, no. You know Mom would never allow that.” Billy sighs. “Look, you’re needed here. They want to talk to Arya, too. Just get everything sorted out tonight and be done with it.”

The alarm bells in my head ring louder, but when Michael looks over at me, I set my jaw and nod to him. He turns his attention back to the call.

“We’ll be there.”

“How are we going to handle this?” I ask Michael as we pull into his family’s driveway.

He glances at me. “That’s the problem. Maria’s impulsive. It’s hard to predict how we should handle it. Just... follow my lead and watch out for her.

“Cleary is just as crazy and more of a danger to you, but he has guards on him. My parents still aren’t taking it seriously that Maria is a hazard.”

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