Page 201 of A Vicious Love

“You are sitting on the couch.”

“I’m sitting on you.” Her blush deepened.

That blush, only made my cock harder.

I stared at the ceiling for one second.

Absolutely fucking not.

This was a rescue. Me proving I could be near her body without turning into every bad thing she had learned to expect from powerful men.

My hands went to her waist, holding her steady.

Her torn bikini top had shifted again beneath the jacket. I could see the upper curve of one breast where the wet fabric gaped. The jacket moved half an inch, and I saw one tight, pretty nipple through the ruined blue fabric.

Begging for my mouth.

My brain stopped.

Entirely.

A clean system failure.

I had seen women naked before. Hundreds, if I was counting with honesty and no one religious nearby. Clubs made confession unnecessary.

My life had been filled with velvet restraints, dark rooms, open mouths, obedient knees. I knew nipples hard from cold, fear, pleasure, all three.

None of that prepared me for Sienna Bellemere sitting wet and shaken in my lap with one of the most beautiful fucking nipples I had ever seen barely hidden under a torn scrap of blue.

My mouth watered, actually watered.

Like a fucking animal.

I dragged my gaze back to her face.

“Baby,” My hand tightened at her waist. “I am trying very hard to be decent.”

Her eyes went wider.

“I know,” I said. “You can’t help it. I’m aware. This is not your fault. I am simply telling you, for the sake of honesty, that I deserve recognition for not putting my mouth on those beautiful fucking nipples.”

A tiny sound escaped her... embarrassed maybe. My fingers flexed, then forced themselves still.

“I would suck them,” I said, lower. “Slow. Thorough. Until your hands were in my hair and you stopped shaking for the right reason.”

Her whole body shivered.

My attention sharpened. A soft little response she could not hide because her body told truth faster than her mouth. I reached for the edge of the jacket and pulled it higher over her chest.

Covered her.

“Why did you say that?” she whispered.

“Because I’m a bastard.”

Her gaze held mine. “Jamison.”

I exhaled through my nose. “Because I want you. I’m done pretending I don’t. You deserve warning before I start looking at you like that in rooms.”