Page 71 of Sinners & Saints (Sinners & Saints)

He does his best to shrug and winds up grimacing. “Sometimes you just get a sense for who someone is. They have a look about them. A feeling.”

My heartbeat begins to race. “Are you saying that you know me?”

His sly smile returns. “I’m saying I haven’t regretted dragging some crazy Blondie from the edge of a bridge. Not yet, anyway.”

And the strange part is that I haven’t regretted letting him do so.

Breathing him in, I close the space between us and press my mouth against his. Without thinking through the consequences, I slip my tongue through the seam of his lips. He grunts in alarm, letting his hands graze over every curve of my body. An ache settles between my legs, and my inner thighs become slick with arousal. Seeking relief, I push my lower half against him out of pure desperation, needing more.

When he winces, I have the sense of mind to realize that it isn’t out of pleasure. He’s still in pain, and I pull back, watching him force a smirk while his eyes glisten with pain.

“I don’t think I could get a raincheck?” he asks.

But then I remember…

There is more to sinning than just fornication. He taught me that, after all. Without revealing my intentions, I settle on my knees beside him, placing my hand on his chest. Gingerly, I ease him onto his back and reach for the waistband of his pants.

Confusion displaces his grimace, and he tries to sit up. “Wait.”

“It’s okay,” I say. How I manage to speak at all? I’ll never know. His movements only serve to wrench his pants partway down, revealing what lurks underneath.

The married women in Covenant—when they dared to speak amongst themselves in hushed whispers—spoke about what happened between a man and a woman. The female had a holy place in which a man would place his manhood for the sole purpose of making a baby.

They glossed over its description in vague whispers. None of them ever mentioned how beautiful a man can seem. Their pious term doesn’t seem right, and I decide to use a different term.Histerm.

Daze’s cock springs free, twitching against his abdomen, and I’m struck dumb by the sight.

The expression on my face must erase his concerns because he lifts his arms, his biceps flexing, and rests them beside his head on the pillow.

I hesitate, unsure of what to do next.

“Your mouth,” he suggests in a whisper. “You can use your mouth.”

A flashback of him going down on me in the bathroom plays back in my mind, yet I have no personal experience with this.

“I’ve never…” I hesitate, unsure.

“It’s okay.” He grins, and there’s a faint sparkle in his eye. “You don’t have to—”

Trusting him blindly, I lean downward, grasping him with my hand, sneaking a peek at his face just in time to witness his mouth fall open as I press my lips to his tip. Encouraged, I part my lips and brush him tentatively with my tongue, praying I’m doing this right.

And his moans prove I am.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans with satisfaction as I slowly bob my head, still holding him steady with one hand.

Taking him out of my mouth for a moment, I look into his eyes. “Like this?” I whisper, circling my lips around him, gliding my tongue down his length.

“Yes,” he rushes out in one quick breath. “Oh, fuck.” He doesn’t act how I did when slung over the sink. His reaction is fearless. Primal. Teeth bared, he thrusts his hips from the bed and runs his hands through my damp hair. “Just. Like. That.”

I moan in relief, relishing his taste, pleased that I’m doing it right. My entire body hums triumphantly, inspiring new reactions I can’t ignore. My nipples turn into hard, red buds as I suck him harder, and he guides my hand lower so I’m cupping the flesh below his shaft.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” Despite the taunt, his breathing becomes shallow. His eyes are narrowed to slits, eyelids fluttering, as he runs his hands through my hair. “You’re doing such a good job, baby, but I want to be inside you.Reallyinside you.” He fumbles for his nightstand and fishes a condom from a drawer. He rips open the packet with his teeth before handing it to me.

After watching me struggle to slip it on, he takes my hand and shows me how. It’s an education I savor, knowing it will come in handy next time.

Because therewillbe a next time.

For now, he yanks my shirt over my head while I do the same with my shorts.

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