Page 56 of Sinner’s Game

Her teeth grazed her bottom lip. “I want what you want.”

He grinned. “Nice, because I want to fuck you. I want to bury my cock in you and make you scream. Eventually—not tonight—I want to fuck that pretty little ass, too. But tonight, I want whatever you want. And, angel, I want to hear you say it.”

He bent closer so that he could whisper in her ear. “Tell me,” he urged. “Talk dirty, and make me hard. Trust me enough to say anything to me. Because I promise you, I want to hear it.”

He heard her shuddering breath. Not fear, he thought, but excitement.

“My breasts,” she whispered. “I want your mouth on my … my clit. And I want your fingers on my breasts.”

“As you wish,” he said, sliding down her body, his fingers teasing her nipples, twisting and playing as he kissed his way lower until he reached her pussy. He tightened his grip, giving her nipples a tug as he sucked on her clit, making her gasp and arch up.

“Again,” she whispered. “More,” she begged.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“My clit,” she said. “Tease my clit with your tongue. And I want your fingers in me, too. Finger-fuck me, Ronan, but keep your tongue on my clit.”

He moaned, too turned on for words, loving how quickly and eagerly she demanded what she wanted. He eagerly obliged, his fingers inside her, his mouth on her clit and one hand teasing her rock-hard nipple.

He felt the beginning of her orgasm, and his cock ached to be inside her. But this was her show, she was calling the shots, and unless she—

“Ronan, please. Please fuck me.”

Thank God.

His wallet was on the table, and he fumbled for it, then cursed. "I don't have a condom."

"It's okay. I'm on birth control. Are you—"

"I'm clean. I swear."

"I believe you. Ronan, please."

He was too close—too turned on—to be gentle, but she was more than ready for him when he entered her. When he was deep inside her, he rolled them over so that she was on top of him, riding him as his fingers continued to tease her and her tight pussy worked his cock in a way that was driving him utterly insane.

He couldn’t remember the last time sex had been like this. Both intimate and fun, playing as much as making love. And so desperately powerful.

Why would it be? When did he ever really make love?

He pushed the thoughts aside, not interested in regrets. Not now. Not with this woman taking him to places he desperately wanted to go.

He opened his eyes and found her watching his face, her expression so full of joy and passion that he couldn’t take it any longer. That was it. The final straw that drove him over. He lost it, spilling deep inside her even as she exploded, too, her pussy clenching around his cock until they were both spent and limp, her body falling to stretch out on top of his.

“Wow,” she whispered, and as far as Ronan was concerned, that pretty much said it all.

He moved just enough to pull the blanket off the sofa to cover them both as they stretched out on the floor. They stayed that way, curled up against each other, just breathing, until he stared to fear they’d end up asleep on the carpet.

He pushed himself up on his elbow, trying to combat sleep. With his other hand, he idly traced her curves, stopping to admire the tattoo once again. “Why?” he asked.

“I guess I wanted to be someone other than who I was. Someone who would surrender, like a feather in the wind.”

“Surrender with me.”

“I already did that. I liked it.” She reached up to touch his cheek. “I never managed before. Not until tonight.”

The words humbled him. “Thank you,” he whispered.

A smile flickered on her lips. “I think I’m the one who should thank you. Ronan, I’ve never … I mean, I’ve had orgasms. But not like that. Not like my body was going supernova.”