Sinner(65)

“I’ve been dying to taste you again ever since earlier.”

I gasp as his hands find the edges of my panties, pulling them. They drop down my legs to my ankles, and he pulls them off of me, glancing up at me and grinning hungrily before he suddenly leans forward and kisses my thigh.

“Oh, God.”

“Better be quiet, angel.”

I moan again, biting my lips as I glance down at him. His eyes meet mine, and he winks. He moves in and I almost lose my footing. His tongue — his wicked tongue — slips against me, dragging across my seam and making my knees shake as the feeling shudders through me. His hands slide over my hips to my butt, grabbing me tightly, growling as he pulls me tight against his mouth.

His hand skims back down my leg to my knees, pulling it up and onto his shoulder. My fingers dig into his hair, steadying myself before gasping as his tongue slides deep inside of me.

I moan, my hips rocking into him — wanting him, needing his mouth all over me. Needing the feeling from earlier, the wicked, amazing, heavenly feeling of his mouth.

I gasp as his lips find my clit, his tongue moving in circles as I start to let go.

As I start to shatter.

His hands grab at my butt possessively, his mouth between my legs and his tongue pushing me higher and higher until I can’t stand it any longer.

“I- Rowan! Oh, God!”

He only groans into me, and the rumbling of his lust for me is the last sensation that pushes me over that edge into the sweet surrender.

I come, hard — my fingers twisting in his hair and my legs shaking as I slump against the side of the garage.

He’s ceaseless, tasting me, his tongue and his lips never leaving my clit as I buck against him and throw an arm over my mouth, gasping for air as the power roars through me.

He pulls away, his lips kissing over my thighs again before he slowly stands.

“Oh my God,” I whisper into his chest as he pulls me against him. “That was… holy…”

“Told you you were into it.”

I roll my eyes, blushing somehow even after what’s just happened.

A light clicks on in the upstairs bathroom of the dark house, sending a quick jolt through me.

“I need to go,” I whisper quickly, smoothing my skirt down and stepping away from him. I start to move to walk around the corner back to the house when I realize Rowan’s got my panties in his hand.

“I need those.”

He grins. “Oh, these?”

My eyes dart to his, seeing the wicked smile on his face and feeling my own blush. “Yes.”

“Oh, these.” He dangles them, grinning at me as we start to walk around the corner towards the back porch of the house.

I shake my head, smiling. “Yes those-”

We freeze.

Because sitting there on the back porch steps, is Milton.

Rowan quickly slips my underwear into his jacket pocket.

“Oh!” I gasp, the color draining from my face my hand flying to my mouth.

“Eva, hello.” Milton stands, his eyes moving to Rowan.

Who grins.

“You must be Milton.”

Milton clears his throat. “I am,” he says stiffly, straightening his shoulders.

I’m suddenly terrified of whatever’s about to happen here and desperately hoping Milton didn’t just hear what happened behind the garage.

“Rowan Hammond.” Rowan sticks his hand out jovially.

I cringe.

The hand that’s just been all over me.

The smile slowly dawns over Milton’s face. “Ahhh, yes! The minister’s son!”

His eyes drop to Rowan’s very un-churchy tattoos peeking out from the sleeve of his leather jacket and from the neck of his t-shirt.

“The very same.”

Milton beams. “Well, a pleasure to meet you. Your father is doing wonderful work with Pastor Ellis on the Center. Truly God’s work.”

“Oh, truly.” Rowan nods, sarcastic in a way thankfully I only pick up on.

There’s a moment of silence.

“I saw your fiancée here.” He elbows me, still standing here with my mouth open in shock. “Found her walking alone down by the waterfront and offered to walk her home safe and sound.”

Milton smiles cheerily. “Well, that was very thoughtful of you!”

“Oh, well.” Rowan grins, shrugging. “It’s a safe town, but you never know what sort of ruffians are about looking to put their hands on a pretty girl like this.”

His hand — behind me and out of sight of Milton — immediately drops to my butt and squeezes me. I gasp before quickly shutting my mouth and shivering, his hand swooshing my skirt just enough to remind me that I’m not currently wearing any panties.

I blush.

“Listen, Eva…” Milton pauses. “If I may?” He glances meaningfully at Rowan, who clearly gets his drift and clearly doesn’t care.