Page 23 of When Sinners Rise
I get to her hip bone and bite gently, hooking my arm under her leg to lift it out of the way. “You don’t want me to stop, Miri. Lie back. Relax. This is all about you for a while.” My tongue curls over the soft mound of her pussy, lips caressing until I cover the sweet spot. She hisses and tightens her fingers. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“Oh my god.”
My tongue curls again, rolling softly as I feel her body start tensing. “There you go, sweetheart.” I look up and watch her look down at me in surprise. “We’ve got all night to get around to fucking. We’re gonna get you as wet as we can first.” Her head tips back, fingers leaving my hair so she can grab something else.
CHAPTER EIGHT
MIRI
The evening is still drawing in – the light cascades through the window in lazy beams as if the sun’s already tired and ready to call it a night. It’s a pretty view and one I’ve not appreciated. Understandable, considering this isn’t my bedroom.
Shaw’s looking at me, a smile on his face, but I don’t meet his eyes. My body may feel sated, but my mind is a buzz. A week ago, I’d never contemplated sleeping with someone – anyone. And yet I’m here, in bed, after having the most indulgent sex.
“Regrets already?” Shaw asks.
“No. No.” I bring my eyes to his. “It’s just, this isn’t something I do. It’s playing with my mind a little.” I turn and wrap the covers around me as we lie facing each other.
“Isn’t it me that should be contemplating, considering you took my v card?”
“Oh, now don’t make me laugh. I think we’ve established your experience.” I laugh, and a strange image of him as a young boy springs to mind. He can’t be more than mid-twenties, maybea bit older. Not much older than me, but he seems wiser in some way. Experienced.
“I’m hurt. That was all raw talent. Besides, who wouldn’t be great at it with you under them?”
“God, do you hear yourself?” I pull the pillow from behind my head and throw it at him. “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be back.” I pick up the jumper to cover some of me before I pad across the room, close the door behind me and fall back on it to exhale.
Looking in the mirror, I see a woman I barely recognise staring back. Her eyes are wide and a little shiny, her hair messed up but in a sexy way, giving the reflection a look that I haven’t seen before. It startles me, and I realise I like the look of this Miri.
After taking care of my needs, I send a silent prayer that I made Willow sort out the pill as a safety measure, never expecting to need it.
Deep breath, I go back out to face Shaw. Only he’s not in the bedroom.
“Shaw?” I call, my heart suddenly racing a million miles an hour. Did he leave already? Was this all just an act?
I race out of the bedroom and down the ridiculous glass spiral stairs to check the lounge first. “Shaw!” I call again. I pass the door and pause. Did he leave?
Turning into the kitchen, I see him opening a bottle of wine – probably the only one in the house – and pouring two glasses.
“Didn’t you hear me call?” I stop in front of him and shove my hand on my hip. Realising I’d be hurt if he left hits harder than I want to admit.
“Yeah. I wanted to see if you’d come find me. I like the thought of being chased around.” He cocks a brow at me, showing a slightly darker side of his profile. “We're gonna needmore alcohol. There’s nothing in the place. This apartment isn’t one where I thought I’d have to search for liquor.”
“I’m not much of a drinker.”
He smirks. “Could have fooled me the other night.”
“That was different. A rare moment.” My anxiety seems to be dipping, and I take a breath.
“Well, you don’t have enough to get trashed. So, let’s go back to bed.”
I frown. “Drinking in bed?”
“Call it an urge I want to share with you. It’s good to relax for once.” He picks up the opened bottle of wine on the counter and hands me the glass. “Your refrigerator is more or less empty.” He swats my backside as we head back up to the bedroom, and it makes me jump. There’s no need to react with violence, but that’s where my head kinda goes. For a split second, I’d turned and rounded on Shaw, just like I’ve practised in the gym. “I’m ordering in. I’ve worked up an appetite,” he continues.
“I didn’t expect visitors,” I say over my shoulder as I climb up the stairs.
“What are you in the mood for? Pizza? Champagne? Mexican?”
“No, to the champagne. Yes, to the pizza. Although it probably doesn’t pair with the wine.” I giggle, thinking of what Landon would have to say at the thought of drinking his posh wine with takeaway pizza.
