Page 50 of Sin for You

“That was nearly four fucking months ago, Quinn. That’s how long it’s been since I was with her, since I’ve been with anyone.”

I blinked up at him in shock. “But…” I shook my head. “She was in your lap. I saw her.”

“But you didn’t stick around to see me lift her right back off again and tell her I wasn’t interested. No, you took off.”

“I thought…I thought that—”

“I know what you thought. You seriously think I’d fuck you over like that? Christ, Quinn.”

I chewed my lower lip, stomach in knots. “She’s beautiful. I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to be with her.”

“Don’t want her. I just want you. The whole time I sat there with your brother I just wanted to come find you. Christ, Quinn, you’re the only woman I want.”

My heart started to race.

“Shit, sweets, I’m sorry I made you feel any different.” He cupped the side of my face, tilting my chin back, making me look at him. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. But you can trust me. I’m not your ex. I don’t fuck around. I make a promise, I keep it.”

I realized in that moment just how deeply I’d been affected by my past. I mean, I knew it to a certain degree—of course I did—but tonight, the way I’d reacted, how I’d felt, had been kind of intense.

And doubting Bull, of all people, when I knew he wasn’t like that. “I’m sorry,” I whispered then leaned in, closing the small gap between us, and pressed my cold lips to his warm ones. “I’m so sorry.” I kissed him again.

Bull made a sound like a wounded animal and tugged me off the couch and carried me up the stairs. I felt a shudder rack him. “I thought you’d gone off with some asshole, that you were letting another man put his hands on you, his mouth on yours. I was out of my mind trying to find you.”

I pressed my face in the crook of his warm neck. “I was hurt and lashed out. It was stupid. I…I don’t want anyone else either. Just you.”

He lowered me to the floor and tore the zipper of his jacket down, pulling it off my arms and tossing it aside. His eyes flashed as he tugged my shirt up and over my head and my jeans down my legs.

“No one touches you but me,” he rumbled.

I nodded, feeling breathless.

In only my underwear, Bull ushered me into bed and pulled the covers over me, tucking me in.

“You’re not…you won’t leave me, will you?”

His chest was pumping and his eyes were bright. “Not going anywhere, sweets. A tornado couldn’t tear me from this room.”

He reached back and pulled off his shirt.

I watched as he stripped, only leaving his boxer briefs on. The muscles in his massive inked chest and thighs, his biceps, danced as he prowled toward me and climbed in, pulling me in tight to his body. “Put your feet between my calves.”

I did as he said and wriggled closer. Being this close to Bull, it didn’t take long for a low throb to start between my thighs. I squeezed them together restlessly.

He rubbed his big, hot, rough-skinned hand over my back. “I know it aches, sweets, and once I warm you up, I’m going to make it better.”

I let out a shuddery breath. “I’m warm.”

He chuckled. “Your skin’s like ice.”

That began twenty minutes of divine torture. His massive body radiated heat and it seeped into my bones, making me melt, while those big hot hands moved over me, offering warmth and comfort. And all the while his hard cock was pressed between us like molten steel.

One of his hands slid to my butt and squeezed in a way that was possessive and exciting. I shivered.

“You still cold?” he rumbled.

“No.”

“That pussy getting wet before I even touch it?” he rasped.