Page 62 of Beg the Night

He took a long breath, and I swear to god I heard his chest rattle.

The water was hot, but the cool air against my skin made my nipples peak. That, and, well, the few inches that separated Sinner’s body from mine.

And when Sinner’s massive hands caressed my body, I bit my lip to keep from making any noise. He clutched the curve of my waist with one hand, while cupping my breast with the other, teasing my nipple with his thumb.

Chest rising and falling, breaths coming fast, I watched his face, desperate for his reaction. I wanted to see how intoxicating it was for him to see my naked body like this.

Because I was sure as hell drunk on his touch.

As he palmed my breasts, hot water ricocheting off his body, his friends remained completely oblivious. This was very wrong.

We should stop.

I should stop him.

But before I could find the wherewithal to do so, he lowered himself to his knees, and all rational thoughts fled my mind. He was tall enough that like this, his face was level with my naval.

If I’d felt vulnerable before, it was nothing compared to the sensation rippling through me when he was so close to my naked body.

Though he’d had his head between my thighs before, I’d still been wearing clothing. Hell, I’d even been wearing underwear, even if it hadn’t been entirely in its place.

Here? I was fully exposed.

Nobody had ever seen me this way before.

And he knew it.

“Stay quiet,” he whispered against my belly.

That was the freaking plan.

“Let me take care of this.”

When he pulled my right knee up and over his shoulder, I nearly cried out. And when he kissed my lower belly, just below my belly button, my legs shook.

He held me up, his strong hands at my waist, supporting me, as he trailed his lips down my hip, moving from my stomach to my thigh.

God, I was so completely at his mercy.

I was so distracted by his hands that it took a moment to realize his friends had fallen silent again.

“Trust me,” he muttered against my flesh, “she’ll be willing.”

Arrogant asshole.I lifted my head off the wall and scowled at him.

He didn’t notice. He was too busy diving into my center. He licked me slowly at first, making my body jerk.

With a hand splayed over my abdomen, he did it again. His movements remained slow, restrained. He was torturous. Delicate, almost. He devoured my core with his tongue, sending me into a state that could only be described as euphoric. Eachlick lit up my insides, and my body quaked. Thank god my leg was still draped over his shoulder. Otherwise, I would have fallen straight to the ground.

And then he added a finger.

Instantly, the building pressure sent me soaring. In seconds, I was ready to hurdle over the edge. But I was jarred from the sensation by the sound of shower curtains being pulled open.

His friends were turning their showers off and moving toward the stash of clean towels outside our stall.

Sinner didn’t stop. As if completely unbothered, unconcerned about being caught, he curled his finger inside me and licked my apex again and again.

“You haven’t had sex in so long, you’ve probably forgotten how it works,” one of the guys said.

---