Page 61 of Filthy Sinner


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Carefully, so as not to deter him, well aware that he wasn’t all in yet, I spread my legs wider and cupped his hips with them.

My butt rocked up and back as I moved them, and I mewled as his length settled deeper into my softness.

A short breath escaped him before he repeated, “You’ll regret this in the morning.”

“I won’t.”

“You will.” His fingers flexed as his mouth lowered to mine. I felt his breath brush my lips. “You’ll hate me.”

“I won’t.”I didn’t think I could.“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

“Sex? I guess there aren’t many twenty-one-year-old virgins in Manhattan.”

“Not outside of the Irish mob,” I drawled my agreement, but I didn’t mean that. Not really.

I’d been waiting for him since I was sixteen.

Arching my hips again to get that delicious contact between us, the frisson of sensation sizzled down my spine, drawing a bunch of nerve endings to life that had yet to see the light of day, and I closed my eyes, loving having him looming over me more than I could say.

This could have been so different.

If he hadn’t helped me… God, this could have been Bill Murphy. Everything in me would have diedanddried up at the same time. Whereas here, now, I wanted this more than Digger did.

Enjoying the pressure of his fingers against my throat, I snatched a kiss from him.

“Are you always so honorable?”

“No,” he intoned. “But you bring out a strange side of me.”

I’d asked the question, then I realized I shouldn’t have had to ask.

I already knew.

In less than seventy-two hours, the man had proven himself to me. Here he was again, proving himself to me.

“I’m glad, and youarehonorable. I shouldn’t have asked that. You’ve shown me you are.”

“I have?”

“Do you always save old ladies from muggers and bash down doors to get to choking teenagers?”

“Random shit happens to everyone.”

Lips curving, I denied, “Never happened to me. Not until I was around you.”

“Maybe your guards stopped you from seeing those things.”

“Maybe.” I doubted it though.

He rested his weight on his knees and leaned into me. I heard a few rustles of fabric, then I yelped as his weight pushed me into the mattress, and his thick erection branded me with its heat.

There was nothing between us now.

Nothing.

I moaned.

He let loose a hissed breath, rasping, “You sure there’s no pretty boy in your college who you’d prefer to pop your cherry?”

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