Page 64 of Sinner’s Game

“Harder. Please. And …just harder.”

He took his hand off her breast, then smiled when she whimpered. “It’s okay, baby. Trust me.” Then he tugged up the shirt so his hand was on bare flesh. Her nipple was so damn hard, and he did as she asked, twisting it until she arched back, crying out his name as her hips rocked in time with the way he was teasing her breast.

He hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t thought she would be so responsive. So open. Not after everything he knew about her past with men.

She trusts you.

Dear God, she trusts you.

He continued to tease her nipple, making her squirm against him in a way that had her ass rubbing against his cock, and making him so damn hard. With his other hand, he continued to stroke her pussy first teasing her clit, then sliding two fingers deep inside her.

She cried out, her core tightening around his fingers as he licked the curve of her ear. “That’s it, baby. Tell me you like it.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“More.” The word was like breath, and as she spoke, he pinched her nipple tighter, making her arch back, her hips gyrating as she fucked his fingers.

“Oh, baby, yes.” He slowed down, sliding his fingers free so he could stroke her clit, but she reached down, directing his hand back to her core. And how fucking hot was that?

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

“What?”

“Play with your clit,” he said. “I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to feel you tighten around my fingers as you come.”

“Ronan…”

Her hips were moving, and he doubted she was even aware. She was so damned turned on, and the fact that he was the one taking her there made him so hard. He wanted to lift her onto his cock. To lube her up and fuck her ass as she sat on his lap and he finger-fucked her pussy.

“Yes,” she moaned, and he almost lost it then, her word coming in such perfect time to his thoughts.

“Touch yourself,” he repeated, then felt himself grow even harder as she moaned and squirmed against him.

It took every ounce of his strength not to role her over and bury himself inside her, but this was about her, about making her feel. About making her forget.

He continued stroking her. Teasing her. Taking her close to the edge then pulling back when he felt her body tighten. Over and over until she was begging him, her entire body on the edge as she whispered, “Please, please, Ronan, please.” And only then, with his name on her lips did he finally let her go over, his fingers playing her like a finely tuned instrument until she shattered completely, crying out as her body rocked and trembled, his cock going even harder with the sound of her pleasure.

When her body stopped shaking and her breathing evened, she turned in his arms. Her face was flushed, her eyes glassy. She slid down until her head was on the pillow, her hand urging him beside her until they were face to face, her lids drooping as a soft smile tugged at her mouth.

“Thank you.”

“For the orgasm?” he teased.

“For making me feel good. For watching out for me. For protecting me.”

His heart skipped a beat, and he cupped her cheek. “I always will, angel,” he promised. “Always.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

I may have fallen asleep in bliss, but I wake up in fear.

It’s the day.

The day I go meet a guy who is most likely trying to hire an assassin. Suddenly, this doesn’t seem like such a great idea after all, and I hug the pillow closer, drawing strength from the scent of Ronan and the memories of last night. The way he’d touched me. The way he’d teased me and made me come. What had started out so tender had turned into something incredible, his fingers leading me into unexplored territory, making me feel alive and used and wanted.

And scared.