“Say less. I’m gonna pack a few things, and I’ll see you soon.”
I hang up, torn between my excitement and my concern.
I’m sorry someone scared her tonight but I’m glad she’s coming to stay.
Chapter Forty-Five
Sin
Claimed
“I love the way you look against my sheets.”
I close my book and roll onto my side to gaze up at Kwame. I run my hand over the soft, cool bedding beneath me and smile. “I like the way your sheets feel against me,” I admit with a slow smile at the gloriously naked wall of a man who, by some miracle, I have all to myself.
“Did you bring your book to bed in case you got bored?”
I cock an eyebrow. “No, I take a book to bed every night, and thank goodness I had it because you kept me waiting.”
“I’ll make up it to you.” He reaches down and grabs me by the hips and flips me onto my back. “You are so damn sexy, Sin. This body is my favorite place to play.” His eyes devour my naked breasts and my nipples pucker and tighten under the heat of his regard.
“I’ve seen you this way so many times, and God, it gets better every time.”
He climbs onto the bed and presses my thighs apart to make room for his hips.
“Hello,” he whispers, bracing his upper body braced on his arms but letting the weight of his legs rest fully on mine.
I gasp at the hard weight of his fully at attention dick against my thigh.
“Am I too heavy?” he asks, leaning down to brush a kiss on my cheeks, and grinds his hips into me, wetting his groin with my arousal.
“No. Perfect. I love it,” I pant and stop myself from saying what’s on my tongue. This whole evening has been incredible.
“How is this?” he whispers and lowers his torso to give me more of his weight.
“Not enough.” I grunt. I can’t move but I like the feeling of being at his mercy.
“Kwame,” I breathe his name.
“Yes, my good, good Sin.”
“I love you,” I say it because I can’t not.
“You fucking better,” he growls. “Because I love you too, and I’m never letting you go, Sin. Guarding what’s mind like the jealous simp I am for you.”
I laugh despite the air it costs me. I reach up and grab his neck and pull his mouth down to mine and bite his lip.
He hisses and covers my mouth with his hot open one and licks my upper lip. “You’re so sweet, Sin. Everywhere. Your mouth, your skin, your pussy, your ass, behind your knees, in the crook of you neck—there’s nowhere I don’t want to lay claim on and make sure that no one else will ever do for you again.”
I’ve always thought this kind of possessiveness would turn me off but instead, I melt and burn and squirm to coax him closer.
“Would you like that?” he speaks into my ear, his breath tickles the side of my face. “To be mine and no one else’s?”
“Yes. I already am,” I confess and he grunts in approval and bites my lip and then sucks the sting away.
“Good,” he says before he kisses me again. “We’re finally on the same page.”
I taste his need and feel his pent-up passion that I didn’t even realize he’d been holding in until I feel the searing heat of it in the grip of his hands and the tickle of his chest hairs against my nipples. I tighten my grip on his nape and hold him as tightly as he’s holding me.
