Sinner (Shelter Harbor #1)(197)

She swallows heavily and licks her lips again, and all I can think about is watching those lips wrap around my shaft.

“Say it,” I growl out, my eyes flashing as I hold her trembling gaze with my own. “Say the word.” I want to tear those panties from her body and sink my cock into her right here against the bathroom wall, but I need her to tell me she wants me first. I’m already feeling like I’m breaking every vow and all the trust in the world with William and Logan and Bryce, and she has to make the first move or this is nothing, as much as I know we both want this right now.

“We- we can’t-”

I grab her wrist and push them back tight against the doorframe behind her. She whimpers and shivers, and this tiny moan falls from her lips, and God help me I’m going to take her right here in about three seconds.

She arches her hips forward in just the smallest of movements, and my cock just grazes against the bare skin of her hip and she shivers. “Hudson-”

“Say the word Reagan.” I growl, leaning down until I’m practically breathing the words against her lips. It’s taking everything I have not to shove my tongue into her mouth and fuck her right up against the wall. “Say the fucking word and I’ll-”

“No!” She gasps, the spell suddenly broken as she pushes me back. My stomach drops as she’s whirling around and bolting out the bathroom door, leaving me standing here with heart in my throat and my cock rock hard.

Day one of watching Reagan Archer. I am not going to survive this campaign.





Chapter Nine





Reagan




P A S T



I’m fussing with the hemline of the white dress again, even though Quinn and my friend Cassy have already told me a thousand times that it looks great on me. The problem is, the dress does look good, I’m just not sure it’s really me, you know?

“Seriously, stop playing with it, you look hot.” Quinn is every inch the world-weary college girl home on break. Twenty-one going on forty and totally jaded about, like, you know, everything.

I make a face at her. “I’m not trying to look hot, Quinn, it’s a family graduation party.” A family event, I might add, that our Dad is actually around for.

“Well, too bad, cause you look hot. That dress makes your tits look great, by the way.”

“Quinn!”

“Oh stop being a prude.” She sticks her tongue out at me before she stops and seems to look past me, and her brow arches and a little grin creeps across her face. “Well hello.” She slides her sunglasses down her nose an inch or so. “Don’t look now, but I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one that thinks you look hot in that dress.”

“Huh?”

“No, Reagan-” She hisses as I start to turn. “I said don’t look now!” But I’m ignoring my older sister as I turn around, and suddenly lock eyes with possibly the most attractive looking man I’ve ever seen. His piercing blue eyes flash at me, boring into me so much that I feel a warm flutter hit me even from 100 feet away across the gardens. He says something to the other suited guy he’s talking to, and suddenly he’s walking over to where we’re standing, his eyes never really leaving me as he strides towards me.

“Um, what do I do?” He’s definitely walking towards us, and I definitely have no idea what to say to a man that looks like that.

Quinn laughs. “Ugh, you talk to him, psycho?” She sees me biting my cuticle and pulls my hand away from my mouth. “Yeah, don’t do that. Just, be normal and be yourself, ok?”

Yeah but myself is an awkward, gawky bookworm, despite the sexy dress my sister picked out for me.

“You know you are going to have to talk to guys at some point when you go to college, Ray,” she says grinning as she winks at me and starts to walk away.

“Wait! Where are you going!” I hiss at her.

She sticks her tongue out at me. “Go get get ‘im, tiger.”

I’m opening my mouth to yell something at her back about deserting me when I hear his voice for the first time. “Congratulations, Reagan.”

The voice is like honey and leather. Smooth and smokey and yet older-sounding than the man who looks barely much older than I am standing in front of me.

“Uh, hi.” I say, feeling flushed as I turn to him.

Smooth; very smooth.

Up close, I can see the tiniest glimpses of tattoo ink peeking out above his shirt collar or at the sleeves of his Armani suit, hinting at something much less polished beneath. A $5,000 suit and visible tattoos? Color me curious.

Up close like this, I can see the thin white scar on his chin, and combined with that crazy charming smile and those hints of bad boy ink, I realize that more than just being the most attractive looking man I’ve ever met, he also might just be the most dangerous.