Page 134 of Never Die for a Sinner
With my body still shaking with aftershocks from my orgasm, he climbs to his feet, cradling my face in his hands, and kisses me deeply. His tongue tangles with mine, and I can taste myself on his lips.
My fingers wrap around his wrists, and he presses into me, and for a single moment, I forget that I’m supposed to hate him.
His kiss turns sweet, and suddenly my heart’s floating, all manner of irrational thoughts racing through my mind. Like how he tastes like sin and temptation . . . like everything I’ve been dreaming of and how I would trade a week of my life just to live in this moment for a little bit longer.
“Goddamn, Ava,” he rasps when he breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine. His breathing is ragged, matching my racing pulse. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
That doesn’t sound like you don’t care, Mr. Cross, I think, but I don’t allow myself to dwell on it. Doing so will only drive me crazy.
“Stay away from Alex, Ava.”
I expect a threat in his tone, but instead, it’s gentle. Almost like he’s actually concerned and not just showing his dick again.
“I thought you weren’t jealous,” I muse, grinning at him when his eyes latch on mine.
Reaching up, he brushes the hair behind my ear, his expression unreadable.
“Protective.”
LEVI
Istay at the party until Ava’s ready to come home.
I don’t know why, but I don’t want to leave her alone. Especially with that dickhead trying to get her wasted. I don’t believe for a second he had noble intentions when he gave her that glass of punch. Everyone knows to stay away from the fucking punch at a house party.
Better yet, why did he bring her at all? He has to know she’s not the party type. Ava would much rather have a picnic or some shit.
Not that I wouldn’t have shown up to that, too, but I digress.
Some might call it hovering. I know Alex definitely would, but it allowed her to have fun with her friends without creeps like him sneaking something into her drink, and that’s a price I’m willing to pay to see my girl enjoy herself.
Now, we’re on our way home, and she’s passed out in my passenger seat after having one too many drinks.
In her sleep, Ava makes a soft noise, and I look over at her. She looks so fucking beautiful, even with her makeup smudged under her eyes. A strange sensation blooms through my chest, almost painful, and I rub the spot, pulling down the drive to Cross Estate.
I park the car in the garage and exit, not bothering to wake her just yet. Lifting her into my arms, she stirs, curling into my chest while I carry her inside and up the back staircase to her room. Once we’re inside, I carry her straight to the bathroom and sit her down on the counter in front of me, pinning her there with my lower half so she doesn’t fall.
She peeks at me before groaning against the light, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Come on. Let’s get you ready for bed.”
Her eyes open, finding mine. The soft green is hazy, and her pupils are dilated, but she’s got a soft, playful smile on her lips I’ve never seen before.
“Are you coming?” she reaches for my cock, still hard in my jeans, and I bite back a groan when she strokes me through the material.
Fucking. Hell.
Grabbing her wrist, I pull her off, and my dick protests. Instead, I grab a washcloth from the cabinet beside her and wet it with warm water.
“Don’t you want me?” Ava breathes, her words slurred and her soft lips pouty.
“I always want you.”Even though you piss me off more than I ever thought possible from another human being.
She’s quiet while I work on removing the makeup on her face. The shit just smears everywhere, and I grit my teeth.
“I’m doing a shit job at this, baby, but it’s better than nothing.”
She smirks lazily. “You forgot the girl.”
