For the Love of Sin(22)

He rocked against her intimately, and she went mindless.

“Ohhh.” Her legs were wrapped around his hips, his erection pressing against where she was soft and wet. If they’d been without clothes, he would be inside her. The thought drove her mad, and she instinctively rubbed against his hard masculinity.

He moved and she moved in delicious, torturous, sensual friction that sent sparks through her nerve endings. His mouth barely glanced her breasts, but his tongue tasted and teased. Her hands flowed over his shoulders.

She felt him tug loose the button to her black jeans and push down the zipper, felt it but didn’t quite comprehend it. When his fingers slid beneath her panties, to her moist femininity, however, she jolted in surprise.

“Calm down,” he murmured. “Just want to touch you a little bit. Just a little bit.”

His words cut through her protest, and he rubbed her until she was wet with wanting. Her mouth was dry, and she was always conscious of his hardened masculinity so close, yet so far. She was just about to tell him to stop when he thrust his finger inside her.

Senada gave an uncontrollable shiver.

“C’mon, Senada,” he told her in a low, sexy voice. “Give it to me.”

He thrust his finger inside her again, using his thumb against her swollen button of sensation. Another thrust and she spun out of control. Her inner muscles clenched in fits and starts, and she couldn’t stop the sob of pleasure that broke from her throat.

She sank against his chest and gasped for breath. Good Lord! She couldn’t remember when she’d had such a powerful release. Although stunned, she was aware of the evidence of his arousal pressed against her. Instinctively, she slid her hand down to cup him.

“Sin, no, you don’t—”

She rubbed him through his jeans, skimming her fingernail down his zipper.

“Stop,” he said, putting his hand over hers. “I don’t want you doing this just because I—”

“Gave me a great climax.” She unbuttoned his jeans, warming to the task. “One good time deserves another.”

“No.” He stayed her hand again, this time more firmly.

His violet eyes were serious. “I don’t want you doing this out of some weird sense of gratitude. I did what I wanted to do, and you letting go was a gift.”

Her heart swelled in her chest. Men always expected their turn, nearly always demanded it. Sometimes they wanted their turn first, every time. She almost didn’t know how to take his response. He was still very hard. He obviously still wanted her. She tilted her head to one side and skimmed her hand down his chest to his abdomen, to the unfastened button.

“I never knew unselfishness could be so sexy, Troy.” She looked up and held his gaze at the same time she deliberately lowered his zipper. She leaned forward and kissed his jaw.

“There’s my thank-you.” She slid her hand inside his briefs and watched his eyes darken. “This is because I want to.”

Troy’s only words after that were a mingling of curses and praise. Senada felt every one of his moans inside her. When he went over the edge, she held him tightly and wondered why she felt she’d never been more intimate with a man.



Late that night, Troy followed her up the walkway. He was a little off-kilter. He couldn’t remember a more powerful lovemaking experience, and they hadn’t even been undressed. He was awash with emotion, amazement, arousal, affection and a strange overwhelming protectiveness toward Sin.

She started to open the door, but he put his palm flat against it and lowered his swollen mouth to just behind her ear. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She turned around and looked at him, her dark eyes seeming even darker in the moonlight. “Are you?”

Her reciprocal question caught him off guard. He shook his head. “I don’t know. Give me a few more minutes.” He dipped his head, then looked back at her with a serious gaze. “Sin, I know something’s going on with you. I know it’s something—” he hesitated, then went on “—to do with your health. If you need—”

Senada’s eyes widened in fear. “My health.” She laughed, but the sound was forced. “Have you been hitting the tequila lately?” She turned back around. “I have a healthier lifestyle than I’ve ever had.”

He put his hand on her shoulder. “C’mon, Sin, you can tell me. Especially after tonight. After we—”

She shook her head and jammed the key into the lock. “My health is fine.”

His heart tightened like a vise. “You don’t have to do this alone. Let me in. Let me help. Let me closer.”

“I let you get close earlier, Troy,” she said, stepping through the doorway. “That should have been enough.”