Page 88 of Among the Sins of my Father

She smiles, nuzzling into my chest and her eyes flutter open. My stupid heart swells. There’s nothing better than seeing her smile and knowing it’s because of me.

“Morning,” I say, pressing kisses to her hair.

My body is taut and tight, eager in its need for her . I want to drag her over, slide her onto me and entangle our bodies until she cries out my name.

“Morning,” she replies lazily.

She stretches, twisting onto her back and lifting one arm into the air. I take the opportunity to slide my hand up her body, a moan escaping me as my hand cups the soft flesh of her breast.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake,” I murmur in her ear while rolling to clamber over her.

Tugging her t-shirt up, I lower my mouth to her breast, swirling my tongue over her nipple. She sighs again and relaxes under me, submitting her body to my control. I kiss her stomach, the dip of the belly button, each of the freckles that dot her skin, the slope of her hips, the groove of her thighs. She twists and turns, writhing beneath me until I grip her hips possessively, holding her in place.

My cock swells to the point of pain. I need to be inside her, to feel the sensation of her wrapped around my hardness. Last night I had been rough and commanding. I’d tortured her with my touch. Tormented her, held her in that exquisite place between pleasure and pain until she begged me for release. But this morning I’m gentle. I want to hear her sigh rather than her scream. I want to listen to her moan my name.

I drag my lips down her left thigh and then lift her leg to kiss the soft spot on the back of her knee. I playfully sink my teeth into the muscle of her calf and she gasps, her leg jerking under my touch, so I hold her firmly and scold her to stay still.

There’s this sound she makes. It’s in between a laugh, a sigh, a gasp and a groan. It’s a sound I try to elicit from her each and every time I’m inside her as it’s a sound of perfection.

But she doesn’t make that sound. She gasps, but it’s a gasp of shock, not of overwhelming lust.

Berkley sits up. “What’s the time?” Her eyes dart about the room as though in search of a clock.

“It’s early,” I growl. “Lie back down and stay still.”

She slips her legs out from beneath me and swings them over the side of the bed. “I’m going to be late.”

“Late for what?” I force myself not to reach for her. Not to grab her and toss her back onto the bed.

“Dance class.”

“Don’t go.” I can’t help the commanding tone of my voice.

But Berkley ignores me, darting across the room while pulling off her t-shirt and tossing it to the ground. The sight of her completely naked just about undoes me. It always does. She has no idea how much control she would have over me if she ever chose to use it.

I flop back onto the bed but keep my eyes trained on her every move. “Since when do you have class in the morning?”

“Extra training,” she calls from the bathroom. She turns on the shower and lifts her voice to be heard over the spray. “Miss Marchand has made it well known that I need to earn my place back in the company. She would not be impressed if I didn’t turn up.”

She’s left the door open and the steam of the shower begins to seep into the room. In the reflection of the mirror, I watch as she lathers her body in soap and then lets the water wash the suds away. I lose sight of her when she steps out of the shower.

“How long are you going to be?” My voice almost breaks, my need for her deepening it to the point of fracture.

Gripping the doorframe, she swings her head around the side, holding her body behind the wall. “Why? Are you going to miss me?” She winks and disappears again.

Tossing off the blankets, I rise and stride over to the bathroom, catching her as she’s drying herself. I rip the towel away, grabbing her and pressing her against the wall to assault her lips.

She’s breathless when I finally let her go and stares up at me with eyes flamed with passion and her hair in disarray.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she says with a small smirk.

I’m still pressed against her even though our lips are no longer entwined. My cock presses into the softness of her belly. I slide my hand up her throat, hooking my fingers under her jawbone and tilting her face up to mine.

“Don’t go,” I say, my voice a low rumble.

She makes that sound. That sound that sends my lust-filled body into overdrive. It’s enough to make me want to toss her over my shoulder and throw her onto the bed. But she smiles teasingly and lifts her hand to mine and peels away my grip.

“Keep that thought for when I get back.” She slinks out from under me and I let my fist fall against the wall in frustration. “You know,” she says as she pulls on her tights and a leotard, covering that tantalizing body of hers. “Maybe you should pop into the club today. See how things are going?”

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