Page 57 of Sinner’s Game

“You’re welcome,” he said, unable to stop grinning. “But I was thanking you for your trust.”

Chapter Nineteen

Your trust.

His words humble me. “You have it,” I say. “I trust you completely. I have for a very long time.”

I don’t quite meet his eyes, afraid I’m giving too much away, even after the incredible intimacy we just shared. I’ve never been that open. That vulnerable. Never talked like that with a man. “I liked it,” I admit. “The talking part.”

“I know,” he says. “I could tell. I liked that you liked it.”

He shifts, then climbs to his feet, completely comfortable in his nakedness. He holds his hand out, then helps me rise. “I think a bed will be more comfortable,” he says, then leads us to my room.

He pulls back the covers for me, and I climb in. For one brief moment, I worry that he’s going to leave me and go to his room, but he simply slides in beside me, then holds me close. And right then, I want nothing more than to stay this way forever.

Silence lingers, then I whisper, “The trust thing—I don’t think I could have been like that with anyone else.”

For a moment, he says nothing, and I’m afraid he’s fallen asleep. I turn to face him, only to find him looking at me, his expression so tender it makes me ache.

“Talking dirty?”

I nod, suddenly shy now that I can see him.

“You liked it.”

It’s not a question, but he deserves and answer. “Yeah,” I admit, feeling my cheeks burn. “I really did.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “Why?”

I can’t quite look at him when I answer. “It felt sexy. And I liked that you liked it.”

“I liked it very much.” He strokes my hair. “You’ve never talked like that before?” His voice is low. Sensual. “Never told a man to fuck you? To suck your clit?”

My cheeks burn from the question, but I shake my head. “No. Not even close.”

He doesn’t say anything. Not right away. Instead, he rolls over, then moves on top of me, straddling me. He’s hard again, and his cock presses against my belly, making me ache with need, wishing he would just slide down a bit and thrust inside me.

“Never?”

I shake my head.

“Thank you,” he whispers, and there’s such sincerity in his voice that I have to blink to hold back tears.

“I liked it,” I admit again. “With you, I liked it a lot.”

He bends closer, his breath hot on my ear as he says, “Tell me what you want now.”

“I want your fingers on my clit. Please, Ronan. I want you to make me come again.”

“Greedy, aren’t you?”

“For you? Yes.”

He kisses me hard, his tongue teasing me in the same rhythm as his fingers between my legs, sliding deep inside me, then teasing my clit until I’m squirming beneath him, yet unable to move. He has me trapped. Helpless. And I hear myself cry out.

He starts to pull his hand away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“No.” I reach down, holding him in place. My heart is pounding in my chest. “Don’t stop.”