Page 90 of Unholy Masks

“No,” she cut in. “You don’t sound selfish. You sound smart.” She stepped closer, fingers idly tracing the hem of my shirt. “Smart.”

I huffed a laugh. “Yeah?”

“Mmhm.” She grinned. “And I happen to have a thing for smart men.”

“Oh, really?” I teased, looking down at her, my breath catching. Her smile was enough to destroy me. The first time I saw that smile… I was a goner. I just didn’t know K.Y. Wolff was Yara West. “Is that all?”

She pretended to think, trailing her fingers up my chest, unbuttoning. “Well, a hot brain and a hot body is my weakness.” She pulled the shirt off and threw it down. “And a great ass. Having a perfect cock doesn’t suck either.”

“Good thing I’ve got all of that,” I said with a smirk. Her finger moved with my smile, over my lips, teasing, seducing.

“Cocky bastard,” she muttered.

“No. Confident, Red,” I said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against me. “And since you clearly have a thing for me, I must be doing something right.”

She kissed me. Each kiss was familiar and yet utterly new. God. How could a man survive with a woman like her?

“Mmm. The jury’s still out on that. We’ll see, Mr. Sinclair.”

“I’ll work hard to convince you then,” I said, curling my fingers on the back of her neck. “I’m good at convincing people.”

“Oh?” She arched a brow, smirking. “Like how you convinced yourself that you don’t want me?” Her smile was smug. I growled softly.

“I was trying to protect you.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Yara said, her lips tilting up. “Protect me? You did not!”

“You’re such an asshole sometimes, Red, and you know that.”

“Only sometimes? No, I know I’m an asshole most of the time, and you know it.”

“Yes. And I love it, too.”

“Good. Now, how’re you going to convince me?” she asked, leaning back.

I closed the distance, my breath hot on her cheek, my fingers digging into her hips, savoring the way her flesh warmed under my touch. “I have a few ideas. I think you might love them.”

Yara let out a small, breathy laugh, her body leaning close to me. She knew where this was going.

“Tell me,” she gasped when I pulled her head back, tilting her face up, pressing a kiss to her throat.

“Why don’t I show you? That might be more fun.”

Her breath hitched as I tightened my hold just enough to keep her still. Her pulse jumped under my finger.

“Mr. Sinclair,” she whispered, breathless, pupils wide. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Showing you. You begged.”

“You know I don’t beg.”

“That’s a lie, and we both know it.”

I pressed her back against the counter, pressing myself into her. Soft… lush. Beautiful. God, she was beautiful, and I couldn’t have enough of her.

I wanted her. All the damn time. It was a fucking obsession. I thought it would go away once we got together, but it only increased the more we kissed, the more we talked.

My fingers trailed up her throat, barely touching.