Page 46 of Never Die for a Sinner
If only she fucking knew . . .
“I prefer my girls with a little more passion in them.”
“And I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man on the fucking planet.”
I drag my hand around to her hair, fisting it over her shoulder. I trail my lips down the smooth skin of her neck, and she shivers at my touch, wiggling underneath me. I flip her over and push myself between her thighs, pinning her to the mattress, and my cock brushes against her center. I grit my teeth at the friction.
Fucking hell, she feels so fucking good.
“Come on, Ava,” I murmur low in her ear. At the same time, I roll my hips into her, and she lets out a quiet gasp when the hard notch in my jeans brushes against the leggings covering her pussy. “I know you’ve thought about me.”
“A momentary lapse in judgement.”
“Is that so?”
That earns me a snort. I roll my hips into hers again, and she fights to roll me off of her. Fortunately, I’m a whole head taller and at least a hundred pounds heavier than her tiny stature.
With her underneath me, I get a better feel of her body than what she normally allows me to see. Soft curves. Round ass. Fuck, I could devour her.
“Just let me go, Levi,” she growls, fisting the sheets in her delicate fingers.
“I don’t think so, baby girl.” She shivers at the nickname, and I smirk deviously. “You’re going to tell me why you’re snooping through my room.”
“I’m trying to find your personality,” she grits, and I actually chuckle, nipping the side of her neck where it leads to her shoulder. She yelps, and I soothe the sting with my tongue, groaning at the taste of her.
Like fucking cotton candy.
“I love the fight in you when you’re cornered,” I breathe in her ear. I tighten my fist in her hair, dragging her head to the side so I can see those pretty green eyes.
“What do you want?” she whispers, her lashes fluttering. I can almost see her heartbeat racing, her breathing as ragged as mine.
“I want a lot of things from you, sweetheart. Starting with what you were looking for.”
She wiggles underneath me, struggling against my hold in her hair.
I’m finding the longer she’s underneath me, the less I give a shit about what she was looking for and the more I want to stick my fingers in her leggings and see if she’s wet for me.
“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out you’re hiding something, Ava? You think I didn’t realize you were watching me? Waiting for me to leave?” I press a kiss to the tip of her nose, and she shivers underneath me, a soft whimper slipping through her teeth.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she growls, fighting my hold once more.
“No? You really made it so easy.” I nip the side of her neck, drinking her in. “You played right into my hand. All I had to do was close the door and wait down the hall. I’ll give you props; you waited longer than I thought you would. I almost gave up, but you, Ava, you don’t disappoint. You marched right in and went through my drawers without so much as a care. What is it? Some kind of fetish? Need money?”
“Fuck you,” she growls through the tears in her eyes. “And fuck your money. I don’t want it.”
“Then what is it, Ava. I’ve got a lot of steam to blow off, and you feel really fucking good right now, grinding against my cock.
“I’m not doing anything,” she lies. I look down the length of our bodies to where she’s arching against me. I roll my hips into her again, and her lashes flutter, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of scarlet.
“No?” I taunt, doing it again and hissing through my teeth. “Fuck, Ava . . . feel that?”
“You’re insane,” she grits.
“You want me to stop?”
I can smell the fear rolling off her, but I canfeelher lust when she pushes back against me.
“Why are you such an asshole?” she grits.
