Page 41 of Scars of Silk

He’s silent and my chest tightens a notch, then he leans forward and his lips catch mine and I all but melt into his embrace.

Unlatching his lips from mine, he cocks a cheeky eyebrow. “Even in Brighton?” I laugh, a sound I can’t remember the last time I made. This is dangerous.

It’ll hurt like hell, but as his strong, tattooed arms link around me, I know I can’t do anything else.

It's just this, and I’ll take any scars it gives me just to have it for one moment more.

Eleven

Dan

“Breakfast. Let’s haul arse.” I pull the cover back, revealing her smooth back and the silken swell of her buttocks. “And get out of here. I have a whole house just down the road.”

“I thought you like kinky sex in hotel rooms?” Turning, she stretches, providing me with a breathtaking view of her naked body.

“Oh, believe me, I like it very much; but I have more rooms at mine and also you have work to do.”

I’m freaking myself out with how normal this all seems. Too normal. Scary normal. I’m not a breakfasting kind of guy. JoAnne, my last screw, dumped me for never hanging around to have breakfast.

I frown when I remember how she was yesterday when she came by. It’s not my fault. I never said I was the settling down kind of guy—she only had to look at me to work that out for herself.

“And what will you be doing while I’m working?” She stretches her slender legs and then sits up, swinging them for the edge of the bed. I'm not going to tell her I haven’t slept, that I’ve been awake since we stopped our whispered conversation and the slow sex that came after it. I’ve been thinking about her and her brother, about the pain she holds in her heart. The fact she came back to me even though she didn’t know me, just because she could sense what was destroying me. A deep dark grief I can’t control.

It’s time to wake up.

“I think I’ll make some plans.”

She turns and glances at me over her shoulder as she buttons up the shirt I pulled off hours before. My dick flickers to life when I think of how things were when we walked into the hotel room. The way she just handed herself over to me. This morning, I know that’s her escapism from the control her dad holds over her.

Her dad.

What a piece of shit human being.

That’s fucked up.

If Sienna wants to waste her time with me to get over the way he is, then I’m more than happy for that. I don’t have time in my life for anything more than fun and sex. If that’s what she wants too then I will be the only person who gives it to her.

Scott Harrington or whatever his name is can go fuck himself.

When she’s dressed, we check the room for any discarded clothes and then go to check out. In the lift, I drag her into my space, fitting her against my body and claim her lips, enjoying the ripple of pleasure that tingles across my skin as she darts her tongue deep into my mouth.

She has no idea how hot she is.

Scorching.

We hold hands through the lobby; no one will know us here. But when we get out onto the sea front, she lets go of my hand and slips on a pair of dark sunglasses. Snorting a laugh, I nudge my shoulder against hers. “Is this your investigator look?”

“I watch a lot of crime drama.”

This makes me laugh, causing an old lady walking a Yorkshire Terrier to jump and glare. I offer her a smile before turning around to my investigator. “Are you going to be working on that list I gave you?”

“Yeah, although I’m not expecting to get much.”

“Okay.” I nod. I don’t know how far to push this casual understanding we have. “Can I ask a favour though?”

“Favours are reliant on how many orgasms you have in hand.”

This woman. She’s out of this world.