Page 86 of Sinful Desires
I remained still, lips parted, breath shallow—allowing him to take me in, to wonder if the towel would fall if I moved just right.
“Let’s go.”
I took a small step, let my knee soften just enough, and tilted to the side with a soft, breathy sigh. Eyes closed. Lips parted. Helpless, on purpose.
His hands were on me in a second. Rough. Tight. Fingers biting into my shoulders. “Fuck. You good, Miss Harper?”
I groaned faintly, tilting my head toward him, my hair brushing his arm. “Think you need to carry me,” I whispered. “Might pass out. Skipped breakfast.”
A total lie.
I’d inhaled a full bag of Reese’s and drowned it in apple juice this morning. But he didn’t need to know that.
He sighed, bent, and scooped me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails grazing the back of it.
“Thank you, soldier,” I murmured, mouth close to his ear.
His eyes stared straight ahead as he took long strides to the dressing room. He kicked the door open with his foot, stepped inside, and set me down.
His hands dropped, but his eyes stayed above my head. Anywhere but where I wanted them.
So I fixed that.
Rolling my hips once, I let the towel slide to the floor, then allowed my arms to fall to my sides, breasts tight and heavy.
“Could you close the door?” I said sweetly. “I’dhatefor the breeze to make me sick.”
His eyes met mine coldly, and he didn’t even glance below my collarbone.
I wasn’tthatheartless. I was giving him a choice. Walk out and shut the door behind you—or shut it and stay.
He scoffed under his breath, turning toward the door. My pulse jumped. I watched him grab the handle, watched his fingers close around it. The door clicked shut. Then came the lock.
The sound alone made my thighs press together.
“Ce n’est pas le feu qui me fait peur. C’est ce que je deviens quand il me touche,” he said, barely above a whisper, hand still resting on the knob. He said it like a confession.
I tilted my head. “What does that mean?”
He turned slowly. His back pressed to the door, eyes dragging over me one inch at a time. By the time they reached my chest, my nipples were already hard. When they droppedlower, I felt my legs shake.
“What do you want from me, Miss Harper?”
My hands traced up my sides slowly, until they cupped my breasts. I rolled a fingertip over one nipple, not breaking eye contact. “Take a wild guess, soldier.”
He wiped his mouth roughly. “Nothing with you is ever fucking simple.”
“Well, here’s the simpler version,” I said. “I want you to finish what you started.” I reached for him.
His hand snapped out, wrapping around my wrist. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked, voice flat and filthy.
“Yes.”
“Thought you’d rather fuck anyone but me.” Then he let go.
My fingers dropped and brushed against the very obvious problem in his pants. He washard.
I shrugged, barely smiling. “I lied.”
