For the Love of Sin(32)

Senada wanted the speed. She strained against him, slipping her hand between their bodies to cup him. “You have on too many clothes.”

He shook his head, rubbing his lips back and forth across hers. “Don’t wanna rush.”

“Rush.”

He chuckled low and sexy and nuzzled her neck. “You need to learn to take things slow and easy.”

“I want you now.” She did. Her body was hot, her breasts were swollen and lower, she was wet and empty. She stroked him through his jeans.

He moaned and shifted away. “We can’t do this fast tonight, Sin. There’s too much of you I need to touch.” He slid his hand down to her hip and squeezed. “Too much I want to kiss.” He dipped his head and suckled the tip of one of her breasts.

Heady need raced through her. “Troy,” she whispered.

“I’ll take care of you. Trust me.”

He began to play her body like a piano. His hands alternately taunted and teased, sending ripples of desire through her. She felt his mouth and breath whisper across her skin, then he left her feeling scorched with the trace of his tongue.

He kept his jeans on way too long, but she found herself struggling for a way to express her feelings. She kissed his chest, licked his nipples, put a love bite on his abdomen that made him swear.

“When are you taking off your jeans?” she demanded, feeling her control begin to slip.

“In a minute,” he promised.

“You said that be—”

His fingers found her core, and she gasped. Slipping one finger inside her, he toyed with her center of pleasure with his thumb at the same time he slid his tongue inside her mouth. She moved against him, her body tightening beneath his persuasion. She resisted the crest, fought it. She wanted him with her, wanted him as out of control as she felt.

But then he moved down her body, spreading her thighs with his hands, and he took her with his mouth. With an avid intimate kiss, he consumed her resistance. His tongue was soft and wicked, his lips hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

The thought and sensation were too much. Beyond her control, her climax yanked her up and over. She shuddered beneath him again and again until she was weak. Troy continued until she pushed at him breathlessly. “Stop,” she whispered. “Stop.”

He lifted his head, his eyes heavy-lidded, and licked his lips. It was such an unaffected sensual gesture that Senada closed her eyes. A second passed, and she felt his breath on her face. Finding purpose despite the chaos inside her, she looked at him. The tenderness and passion in his eyes rocked her as much as her climax had. Senada had never wanted to please a man more.

“Sin,” he began. “I—”

She placed her trembling fingers over his lips. “Your turn, wouldn’t you say?”

She tilted her head so that her mouth meshed with his. He tasted of passion and her, and despite his strength, she tasted his need. He wanted more than release, more than sex, more than passion. At another moment the power of his want would have daunted her. She would have had to turn away.

Now she couldn’t, and Senada suspected this would take more than she’d ever given before.

“You’re an incredible man,” she told him, then gave a soft chuckle. “But since you’re a Pendleton, you probably already knew that.”

She nibbled at his neck, allowing her breasts to sweep against his chest. She rubbed the inner seam of his jeans with her index finger all the way to his crotch. When he shifted his pelvis against her, she smiled.

“Like that?”

“Yeah.”

She unfastened the button and zipper and slipped her hand around him. He was hard; she felt the first drops of his arousal and rubbed them around the tip of his erection.

He sucked in a short breath.

“Like that?” she whispered, turned on by turning him on. She lifted her moistened finger to her lips.

Troy swallowed audibly. “Yeah.” His voice was rough.

She leaned closer and skimmed her tongue all the way down his abdomen to his hardness. She kissed him intimately, then took him into her mouth.

Troy swore.

She tasted him, made love to him as he sifted his hands through her hair and continued to croon and swear. It was the sweetest, most erotic sound.

“Sin,” he said, his voice unsteady. “I don’t wanna go this way. Wanna be…”

She looked up at him. “Wanna be where?”

“Inside you.”

Her heart jerked. For Troy, it clearly wasn’t a matter of dominating her or owning her. It was a matter of needing to join himself with her. She felt a quickening inside herself. “Let’s get rid of those jeans. All the way this time.”

They both worked at the bottom half of his clothes. He pulled a cellophane packet from his pocket.