Page 91 of Blindside Sinner

Maybe she needs to feel the gentle whisper of the air flowing through the vents as she unhooks her bandeau.

Maybe she needs to listen to the sighs of the house settling around us as she peels her leather pants down her legs, folds them neatly, and rests them in a neat pile at the foot of the bed.

Only then does she turn to face me.

And all I can think is…Holy fucking shit.

My mouth is watering as I cross the space to her. I’m fuckingthrummingwith tension, every single cell in my body vibrating like an absolute maniac as her heat mingles with mine again.

Those thin little fingers of hers loosen my tie, pull it free, and drop it to the floor at our feet. She pushes my jacket off my shoulders, unbuttons my vest, and casts both of those aside as well.

She undoes each button of my shirt so fucking carefully. She still won’t look at me, but I can’t look at anything other than her.

And then finally, fuckingfinally,when my shirt is hanging open and she can slide her cool hands around the sides of my torso to pull me close to her, then Ifinallyget to kiss her.

My fucking God, the wait was worth it.

Her kiss is cocaine. It’s soft and tentative at first, but warm, liquid, beautiful. Her tongue flickers against mine when her lips part. Her scent invades my nostrils and makes my head swim. I’m high, levitating.

It’d be so easy to get carried away. This doesn’t feel real because how the hell could it be? We’re crossing every line we’ve ever established and I couldn’t give a shit.

All that matters is the next kiss. All I care about is the next touch.

I move her toward the bed and hold her with one arm while I use the other to flip the blanket back. “Lie down.”

She slides under the sheet. I step out of my slacks, then lie beside her, propped on my elbow so I can see her face and the flecks of gold in her eyes. When she reaches for me, I pull back. “No.”

“Beck…” She tries again.

“Where are you from, Sloan?”

I want to know about her. She sighs as if she’s frustrated, and while I want this to happen probably more than I want to take my next breath, I can’t do it if she isn’t sure. And the shaking hands, the throbbing pulse point in her neck, the semi-faltering smile could all be taken either way. I’m waiting for confirmation.Realconfirmation.

No matter how long it takes.

“I’ve lived in a lot of places. What’s it matter?” She moves in to kiss my chest and I let her for a second, let her fingers do the walking before I catch them and bring them to my lips. “Beck…”

“Just talk to me.”

She tenses under the hand I’ve put on her back and it takes her a minute to decide. But eventually, she lies back down, leaving a couple extra inches of space between us. But she’s here.

That’s enough for now.

I trace circles on her bare shoulder with the tip of my finger. “You know, you’ve never told me how you ended up working for Viv.”

Sloan chuckles. “She found me, actually. Came into a place where I worked. Told me she had some high maintenance diva client who needed watching over.”

“So you wanted to play guardian angel?”

She shakes her head. “No. I wanted to make enough money that I only had to work one job.”

“Even if it’s the worst job you’ve ever had?”

“I didn’t say that.”

I give her a playful shove. “You don’t have to lie. I know I’m not always so easy to get along with.”

“You have your moments. Some are better than others.”

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