Page 55 of Sinner’s Game

He felt the smile touch his lips. He wanted her to beg.

He was going to make her beg.

Slowly, he finished the path. Down her arm, over her fingers, then easing to her hip. He followed the curve up to her waist, his gaze tracing the path of his hand over her smooth, perfect skin. He eased his way up to her left breast, cupping it in his palm as his cock grew painfully hard, desperate for the feel of her.

He teased her nipple between his fingers, then almost came when she gasped, her head tilting back as those sweet lips whispered his name.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said. “And this … oh, baby, I love this.” As he spoke, he traced his fingertip on the tattoo of a small feather that marked the swell of her left breast. He’d only seen a hint of it before—she’d have to reveal a hell of a lot of cleavage for the full feather to be revealed—and in the moment, it seemed as if the feather was a gift for him alone. A sign that they were about to fly, borne away on a wind of lust and passion.

“Ronan.”

That was all she said, but there was so much passion—so much need—in her voice that it was all he could do not press her up against the wall and take her hard and fast, certain that her need matched his own.

No. Not her. Not Brandy.

Not like that.

“Ronan, please.” Her words were breathy, and as he watched, she lifted her hands, cupping her own breasts in what had to be the most goddamn sensual thing he’d ever seen. His cock ached, and all he could think about was her. Losing himself inside her. Making her gasp with pleasure.

Making her scream his name before shattering all around him, her pussy throbbing from the force of the orgasm he’d give her.

He pushed away, his fingers running through his hair.

Get a grip, man. Get a fucking grip.

He backed away two steps, putting space between them. “Brandy, angel, you don’t want this.”

“I do. Please—Ronan, please. I know what we talked about. I know what I said, and I know you’re just trying to be a gentleman, but don’t push me away.” She took a step toward him, then another. Then she reached for his hands and—so slowly he almost came right then—she placed his palms on her breasts.

“Take what you want,” she whispered. “Please. I’m scared, and the world is spinning, and I don’t want to beg. I only want—”

“What?”

She licked her lips, then met his eyes straight on, her gaze never wavering. “To forget. Please, please, Ronan. Please help me forget, even if only for a few moments.”

His heart twisted. He could understand that. Hadn’t he been trying to forget for his whole damn life?

“Close your eyes,” he whispered. She did, and her easy obedience was as much a turn-on as her naked body. He dropped slowly to his knees, his hands on her hips to hold her in place. Then he bent forward and traced the tip of his tongue along the juncture of her thigh, tracing the one side of the V that marked the way to heaven.

She trembled in his arms, and he held her tight. Steady. Then he moved his head and repeated the motion on the other side, only this time, he didn’t stop. This time, his tongue teased her clit even as he slid one hand between her thighs. He slipped one finger inside her as his tongue wreaked havoc on her clit, then another and another until he had three fingers in her pussy, and he was stroking that sweet spot, working her pussy and her clit and making her rock her hips as she moaned, begging him to please, please, don’t stop. Then begging him to let her sit because her knees were too weak.

But he was relentless. He didn’t stop. He had to taste her. Had to feel her explode. He held her tight, even when her pussy clenched around his fingers. Even when she started rocking. Even when her knees collapsed and she cried his name and he had to move quickly as she fell into his arms, her legs going limp.

He straddled her then, his hand cupping her face as he looked into her eyes. She was completely naked, and he was still in sweats, his cock about to burst out of them. He was breathing hard, trying to rein himself in, but when she reached for him, then tugged on the waistband with a whispered “please,” he decided to tell control to take a flying leap.

He wanted her, dammit. And it was clear she wanted him, too.

“Brandy,” he said.

“Ronan. Please.”

He didn’t need any more convincing. He peeled off the sweats, joining her naked on the floor. He straddled her, his cock brushing against her belly as he held himself over her, the sensation so damn erotic it was a wonder he didn’t come right then.

“Tell me what you want, angel.”

“I—” She turned her head, and he saw the red blush stain her cheeks.

He bent forward and kissed her, claiming her mouth, making her moan. “You said you trust me. So trust me enough to tell me what you want.”