Eden's Sin (11 page)

Chapter Seven

Lord, she was going straight to Hell.

S
he should tell Sin to stop, tell him about the senator and the blackmail. The truth mattered to him.

Oooh
.
But God, what he was doing with his mouth, his hands made it very hard to think. It had been so long since she’d done this. No, no, that was wrong. She’d
never
done this, not this way. Never felt this way.

His mouth was liquid heat, as long drugging kisses pulled her deeper and deeper into a sexual abyss. His cock hardened beneath her, tempting her to squirm against him, to tease.

“Yes. Like that.” He pulled her tighter against him, his arms wrapped around her, sliding down her back, cupping her bottom, grinding her with his heat. He growled low in this throat, the need in that sound tightening her nipples and making her warm and wet.

“Let’s go into my room.”

He grunted his approval, his lips trailin
g over the tops of her breasts, his tongue dipping low between her cleavage, snaking down to wet a nipple beneath her corset and chemise.

“
Mmm. Yes, I want you naked. Now.”

“Yes.” Yes, she wanted him naked too. Naked and stretched out on her bed so she could take her time learning his lean body.

Taking his h
and, she led him down the hall as he placed kisses on her nape. Opening the door, he pulled her into his arms. Her skirt tangled in his boots, legs bumping between each other, lips searching, nipping, pressing open mouth kisses wherever they landed.

She quickly lit the lantern, bathing the room in
soft light, a warm welcoming cocoon. Sin pulled her back into his arms and sucked the skin between her neck and shoulder, biting, sending chills racing over her body while heat boiled between them, her skin tingling, throbbing.
Wet
. Oh, she was so aching and wet.

“
Touch me, please, Sin. I’m beggin’.” Yes, she’d beg. Anything to have more of him. Her Sin. The only sin she’d ever wanted to commit.

He grunted his answer, his hands sliding over her ribs to cup her breasts, sliding down her back to squeeze her bottom, all the while his mouth finding delicious paths down her throat, behind her ear, over her shoulder, wet, warm paths that left her shaking with need. She needed more, needed to taste him too.

She trailed kisses down his neck, flicking her tongue, sucking his skin. God he tasted as good as he smelled. Salt mixed with something uniquely Sinclair. She had to have more. Tugging his shirt from his waistband, she pulled it over his head.

Ohhh
. He was beautiful. Muscled, flat stomach, a dusting of crisp chest hair, a thin trail of hair leading under his waistband, and a very large erection tenting his britches. She smiled and looked up. His expression was an endearing mixture of tense anticipation, smoky lust—and a silly prideful, lopsided grin every man with a large cock wore.

She took
one of his flat, tight nipples into her mouth, then nipped it with her teeth.

He g
roaned, jumped and his cock bumped against her belly. “God, Eden.” He tangled his hand into her hair and shook out the pins, then lifted her chin with the tip of his finger. “Stop. Look at me.” His voice was rough, needy.

She glanced up
as he threaded his fingers through the strands.

“
I wanted to take your hair down like this when you walked into the tent.” He spread the loose curls over her shoulders, then skimmed his palm down her throat, lower, lower. “Then I wanted to do this…” He unhooked the first busk holding her corset together. “And this…” He moved to the second and third, his lips covering where the fabric had been. “And this.” The last closures were popped free and her corset fell to the floor, and he wasted no time opening her chemise.

His ragged breathing filled the small room. His gaze skated over her, his eyes heavy lidded, glazed.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” He cupped a breast in each hand, then lowered his head.

Scorching heat and pleasure
shot through her. Each suck of his mouth, tightened the pull between her legs. Oh, God. His tongue did wicked things, swirling around each tight bud as he sucked, using his other hand to gently roll and tug her nipple, finally giving the other breast the same attention. All the while she stood in a sexual stupor, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

He lifted his head and grinned.
“Let’s get on the bed. You look ready to fall.”

She nodded, to
o aroused to speak.

“
All right if I take off your skirt?”

All right?
Did he really need to ask? She couldn’t breathe, her thighs were wet with want, her nipples tight and shiny from his mouth. Oh, yes, he could take her skirt off.

Unfastening the button, he let it pool to the floor and untied her drawer
s. They whispered down her legs, along with her chemise, until she stood naked in front of him.

A sudden panic shot through her. She hadn’t been naked in front of a man since before the fall. Back when she didn’t have so many scars on her body.

“I…I…” She slid her hand over her stomach scar and tucked her bad leg behind the other.

“
Don’t hide. You’re beautiful.” He dropped to his knees and licked her stomach, the feel of his hot, wet tongue sending chills over skin. “Beautiful. And I can’t wait much longer to taste more of you.”

There was no time to argue as he
stood and swept her into his arms then placed her on the bed before sprawling next to her and pressing kisses to the scar, making her forget to be ashamed.

“
You’re not naked yet.” She reached for his waistband.

“
Soon.” He caught her hands and draped them above her head. “I want to love you more first.” His eyes darkened as he gazed at her body.

The word love pushed her further into a sensual fog.
Later, afterward, she’d tell him about spying, ask for his help. Right now, she couldn’t think of anything but his hands skimming up her thighs, higher and higher, callus over silk, dark over light, his thumbs brushing the wet curls waiting for him.

Desire shot through her.
God! His touch was explosive.
He circled again, the tips of his fingers sliding between her folds, a languid trail spiking her lust to new heights.

“
Sin, please.”

He hovered over her b
ody, pressing kisses to her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips, teasing, never giving her a full kiss. His rough breathing filled the room, the sound of his whispered awe.

She didn’t want to forget this moment. She’d never had this, not ever. Every man she’d ever been with was about his
own pleasure. She’d never been treated like she was a delicious meal to be savored.

He lowered his head, his lips soft on her at first, then with a tortured groan he licked his way into her mouth.
Hot, wet, silky bliss. Oh, she was drowning. Her heart pounding as pleasure shot through her. He dropped his head to her breasts, his whiskers scratching the skin of her cleavage as he moved back and forth. His talented hands stroking her thighs, then higher, higher, until he teased her sex with his fingers again, once, twice, dipping inside her heat while his thumb pressed against her nub.

She arched under his touch, silently begging for more. Her core throbbed with want. She needed to feel him insider her. Now.

“Please, Sin, please.”

He lifted his head and grinned.
“Oh, I’m going to
sin
with you.” His fingers continued their magic until she whimpered.

“
Hurry.” The ache was getting worse.

“
No. No hurrying tonight.” Lowering his head, he started kissing a trail over her belly to her curls. “Mmmm. You smell so good.” He inhaled and nibbled down one thigh, then skipped to the other.

She started shaking, th
e intimacy of what he was doing, too much. No one had ever kissed her sex before. No one.

“
Sin, are you sure?”

His tongue flicked over the nub hidden in her curls and she
arched off the bed.
Oh, hell yes.

“
Sinclair. Oh, God…” The words ended on a moan as he did it again. She was going to die of pleasure or he was going to drown in her wetness, either way she didn’t see how they were going to survive the night.

“
Hook your legs over my shoulders.” The muffled words tickled, but she locked her ankles around his back. “Mmm. Just like that.” Reaching his hands high, he filled each palm with a breast and rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger in rhythm with the stroke of his tongue, each long, slow stroke.

The room seemed to darken, everything focu
sed on the wet of his tongue, the rough of his hands as he caressed her breasts. A shiver ran over her skin, lust and desire pulling her arms down from above her head, down her body to cover his hands with hers until together they massaged her breasts.

Her climax was building, the blood roared in her ears, broken only by the gallop of her heartbeat.

Sliding her hands onto his forearms, she gripped his rope-like muscles.

She was so close, so close…

She wanted to watch what he did, wanted to watch him make her lose control.

Lifting her head, she
gazed down at his head between her legs. Heat shot through her, a bolt of pleasure twisting her so tight, so tight.

She gasped as he sucked her nub. He lifted his head just enough to see her, his eyes hooded with desire, darkened, caught and held her gaze, the moment frozen in time, stretching out, calling out, something delicate yet strong passing between them.
Something unchangeable, unregrettable. Something wonderful.

Then his eyes crinkled in a mischievous smile, and he buried his face in her curls and gave a long, slow lick.

Oh! Oh, God help her, she couldn’t be still. Her legs started trembling as he entered her wi
th his tongue, lapping her as he moved one hand to circle her nub with his thumb.

She couldn’t breathe
.

She couldn’t see anything but flashing colors.

Her toes curled tight against his skin.

Everything focused on him
and his fingers, his tongue, so wet, so firm, so…so…

“
Oh, Sin!” The room exploded around her. Beautiful, warm, throbbing. Drowning in desire, sinking deep in satisfaction. There was nothing but her heartbeat, the feel of Sin, the soft light from the lantern, the caress of his hands and he stroked her breasts.

She was floating, fl
ying, fisting the sheet until—Oh, Lord, she was probably breaking his neck with her thighs!

She dropped her legs open, but he just looked up and grinned.
“Beautiful.”

His chest was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his mouth covered in her arousal,
his hair thoroughly disheveled, and he looked better than any man had a right to.

He grinned.
“Did you like that?”

“
Come up here and I’ll show you how much.” She tugged his arm, urging him to crawl up her body. “But take your britches off first.” She worked the buttoned fly and tugged the wool down his lean hips.

“
Wait.”

“
Why?”

He
hovered over her, his face shadows and angles in the dim light. “Because,” he brushed his thumb over her lip, “I never,
ever
, want to make you feel like a whore again.”

Her heart tripped
. He cared enough to stop. Dear God, no man had ever considered her feelings. No man had ever. Only this man, this man she was falling in love with.

She caught his whiskered face between her palms and pressed a soft kiss to his bottom lip.

“Sin, it’s been two years since I’ve shared my bed, and I want you to make love to me.”

“
And I want to. You don’t know how much,” he breathed.

“
I’ve never
made love
before. I want my first time to be with you.” Oh, they couldn’t do this with lies still between them. She needed to tell him about the robberies, the blackmail.

“Wait. I need to say something.”

“Can it wait?” He brushed a kiss over her mouth. “Please?”

Yes, afterward there would be time.

She nodded.

An expression she couldn’t quite name covered his face. His gaze searched hers, then he locked his hands with hers, twining their fingers as he stretched over her, kicking his britches to the end of the bed.
“Thank you for giving yourself to me.”

H
e slowly covered her lips with his. The slight tang of her own arousal surprised her, but she had no time to react further. Each kiss Sin teased her with grew longer, slower, wetter until he was feasting on her mouth, devouring her. His tongue danced with hers, stroking, advancing, retreating. His breathing became ragged, his cock gently rocking against her hip, the large head beaded wet with his readiness.