Sinner(42)

“What,” I say, quickly, looking away and taking a sip.

“You know what.”

I say nothing.

“It’s why you’re here.”

I turn back to him, my lips pursed together. “It was raining outside, and I was just walking by and wanted to get a drink.”

“So you keep saying. And here I was thinking The Bible says you’re supposed to tell the truth.”

“Have you ever read The Bible?”

“Not really.”

“Wow, shocking revelat-”

I gasp as he spins me around.

“Why don’t you tell me why you’re really here, Eva.”

I take a large gulp of my margarita, eyeing him. “Because I was thinking.”

“Yes.”

I lick my lip, tasting the salt as I glance back at him. “I’ve been thinking about what you said the other night, about…you know.”

“Enlighten me.”

I take shaky breath. “About teaching me.”

“We’re talking about more than cocktails, right?”

I blush, quickly looking at the floor.

I nod.

“I have a fiancé.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do,” I snap.

He rolls his eyes.

“But, he’s…you know, he’s older.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And he’s been married before.”

“The scandal.”

I resist the urge to glare at him.

“Is there a point to this, princess?”

“I was hoping you could catch me up,” I blurt out.

He’s silent for a minute, but I can’t make myself look up to meet his eye.

“Catch you up.”

“Yeah, you know.” I finally glance up, immediately regretting it as his eyes lock onto mine and hold them.

“I thought that’s what we were doing with these wonderful little Q and A sessions.”

“I think we’ve moved past questions,” I say softly, blinking as my eyes search his. I can feel my face burning hot with the alcohol, the nearness of him, and the nakedness of the words I’m saying.

I shiver as his hand comes up, fingers brushing mine as he pulls the glass from my hands and sets it on the bar.

“No more questions, hmm?” he growls. “I suppose I could move to a more hands on approach to our lessons.”

I take a shaky breath as his fingers brush my chin, teasing over my jaw as he tilts my head up. “So where’d we leave off last time.”

I swallow.

God, I’m doing this. I’m really here, and really about to do…this, with this man. And I can’t tell if the fact that I’m so excited about this makes it more or less wrong.

My body betrays me, shivering at his touch, coming alive under his fingers. My breath catches as the heat blooms between my thighs, wickedly.

Sinfully.

Rowan moves closer, so close I can feel the heat of his breath across my lips. My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.

“Kissing,” I whisper heatedly. “I think we left off with ki-”

I whimper as he steals the words from my lips, crushing his to mine. He growls into me, his hand cupping my jaw as the other drops to my waist. He pulls me tight against him, and I whimper as I open my lips for his tongue.

“Put your hands on me,” he murmurs into my lips as he pulls back.

I blush, realizing I’ve just been standing there.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

“Something tells me you’re going to be a fast learner,” he growls before kissing me hard again. I moan, letting my hands slide over his arms, up his biceps, feeling the heat of his skin.

I gasp as I feel him pushing me back, my back against the side of the bar as his body molds to mine. His lips, his tongue, his hands, all of them like sensory overload.

His mouth drops to my neck, his hand on my waist starts to pull at my shirt, pulling it from the waist of my skirt.

Oh God. Oh God.

Fingers trip over exposed skin, making me shiver and kiss him harder as his firm hands grip my now naked skin. His hand moves higher, and I know I should be swatting him away, or saying no, or running from the place, but I know there’s no way I’m doing that now.

There’s no way I want to do that now, because I want this.

I want this wickedness.

I want to know what it feels like to sin tonight, and I want to feel it with him.

His hand drops from my chin, moving to my shirt. He pulls at the top button of my blouse, and I shiver. He pops another one, and I kiss him harder

Hands move over my bra, my heart pounding so hard he must be able to feel it. He groans and moves against me, and I can feel the heat spike inside of me at the feel of his thickness pressing into my thigh.

Rowan opens my shirt all the way, his lips on my neck. I’m panting, pulling at his t-shirt, but he chuckles into my skin as he slowly pushes my hands away.