Page 22 of When Sinners Rise
She snorts and smiles, looking all coy and pretty. “Maybe I don’t want to get rid of you.”
I move in closer. “You don’t, huh?” She looks up at me. “You’re gonna have to be gentle with me. I’m nervous.” She laughs and puts both her hands on my chest to push me. I don’t let her move me one inch. I close the distance right down and put my hand on her ass, pulling her flush against me. “You’re sure?” Big eyes stare at mine, like she’s not sure of a damn thing now my hand has landed on her with some intent behind it.
“Yes,” she breathes quietly.
My smile emerges at the prospect, and I nod at the building so she can lead the way. She’s just as hesitant about that for a second or two, so I stand still, waiting. Thing is, before I take her without her consent, I’m damn sure I want her to give it to me in some way. “You’re not sure, are you?”
She looks up at me again. “Yes, I just … Yes.” She smiles and starts moving, almost dragging me. A low chuckle comes from me as she speeds up, and before long, we’re in the elevator climbing floors, and I’m leaning on the other side of it from her.
I study her, taking in the nerves. Cute.
“Have you done this before?” I ask.
“What? Brought a man up here?”
“No. Had sex?”
“That’s a pretty direct question.” She’s lucky I kept the language clean.
“I’m a pretty direct kinda guy sometimes.”
Her hair swings over her face as she looks at the floor. “Yes. It feels like a long time ago, though.”
I keep the smile from my lips, choosing saintly instead of aroused at the idea of being the first for a while. “We don’t have to, Miri. You don’t even know me that well.” She doesn't know me at all in reality, but that's not getting me inside her any quicker unless I force the issue. I’m not in the mood for that tonight.
The lift pings and opens while she’s thinking that through, so I wait, again, for her to lead the way. She does after a beat or two, not answering but not telling me to go either. She opens the door and walks in, closing it softly behind me as I follow. “Do you want a drink?” she asks.
I look at her ass walking towards the kitchen area. “No.”
“Oh. Okay.” She stops and swings around to look at me from the island unit, leaning back on it like she’s in control. I smirk and take my coat off, draping it over the back of a high stool as I get closer to her. She moves sideways quietly, flicking her gaze between me and the stairs behind us.
“You’re overthinking. I don't want that. How about this? You tell me you want me, and mean it, and then you can stop thinking and let me lead you.”
“You mean you’re not a virgin?” she says, rolling her eyes. I don’t answer. I’m not interested in playing anymore. I’m hard as hell, ready to fuck, and trying not to think about the fact thatall this is just some bullshit before the inevitability of my life catches up with us.
“Listen, if you tell me you don’t want the man in front of you, I’ll put that coat back on and leave. We’ll have other times when we can do this. There’s zero need to rush.”
“You don’t want to?”
I move closer, picking up her hand and bringing it to my lips. A soft kiss lands on her skin as I wrap the other hand around her back and pull her into me. “Just you and me and some soft sheets before I have to go back into work mode? What fool wouldn't want that?” I let go of her hand and tease my fingers across her arm, trailing it until it’s behind her neck. “But you’ve got to tell me you want me. Come on, be a good girl and get some words out of your mouth, sweetheart. Say Shaw, I want you. It’s not hard.” I look away from her eyes towards her neck, leaning in and breathing across her skin. She moans a little and squirms against my dick. “Speak to me, Miri.”
“Yes,” she stutters, as my lips land on her neck, tongue dragging. “Yes, I want you.”
“Where’s the bedroom?” I pull my lips across her face to her mouth, letting her get a good feel of some pressure from them.
“Upstairs.”
It doesn’t take us long to get up there now she’s invested in the idea. We strip our clothes on the way, dropping them aimlessly in some relaxed version of fucking I’m not used to. It’s all soft and easy as she tugs quietly, and I keep my hands gentle on her skin.
A moan comes out of her as I push her onto the bed, and I strain to keep my speed slow. Everything’s so damn pert and sweet about her. Fine, smooth skin. Silky, dark hair that trails and wraps around my fingers. This isn’t a whore or anythingwe’ve bought to sell on. It isn’t something that's already been used before, either. It’s perfection really.
Sweet as candy.
She's like Sunday afternoons and breakfast in bed, all wrapped up in giggles and me not thinking about who I am.
I climb on top of her and bring my lips down her body, enjoying the feeling of something so goddamn sweet under me.
“Shaw?” She puts her fingers in my hair, tugging me as if she doesn't want my mouth going down there. “Shaw, stop.”
