Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,74

licked his lips, tried again. “My past encounters—because since meeting you I can’t even call them relationships—were empty. Cold. A simple exercise in seeing what I could get away with, what I could get them to do.”

I felt my nose wrinkle.

His chuckle was aimed more at himself. “Exactly. In many ways, I was just like my father. I might have used orgasms and consensual touch, but the end game was the same. I was in control. I could rule their bodies and minds. I was the most important thing, the biggest thing, of their lives in those moments.”

I heard the ache that threaded his words. The disgust that shaded them into sorrow instead of conquest. I grabbed his hands. “You’re not your father. Even in those moments. They chose to come back to you. You had no option but to return to him.”

He squeezed his eyes closed. When he opened them, I could see his heart. His soul. “And that’s why you’re different. You see me how I wish I could see myself. I want to live up to the person I see in your eyes.” He lifted my chin, pressed his lips to my forehead. “Anything we do together, I see it as brand new. Because with you, I am.”

I nodded. I wrapped my arms around his waist, laid my head against his chest. “I like who I see when I look at you. I love who you are, exactly as you are.”

His arms tightened around me. “I love you, too, cupcake. Sometimes it scares me how much I love you.”

I tipped my head back. “Thank you for telling me. Sorry I ruined the mood.”

He chuckled. “Any time you’re in my arms, I’m in the mood. I’m sorry my past ruined your mood.” He was quiet for a second. “I could throw you on the desk, eat your pussy until you almost, then leave you high and dry.”

I laughed. “That is kinda what I did to you, huh?”

“Yeah. But, let’s be honest, I kinda liked it.” He wrinkled his nose. “Not to say I want to be left high and dry every time. Just so we’re clear.”

I nodded sagely. “Of course. Just…sometimes.”

“Exactly.” His smile was breathtaking. “Games can be fun.”

I tapped out a rhythm on his chest with my fingers. “So, if I offered to get back on my knees?”

His low rumbling growl had the heat sliding back through me. It washed away the chill as if it had never been there. “You do that, you’d better finish me off. I’m not sure my heart could stand two catch and release in one day. Hell, in an hour!”

I smiled. “Then I guess we’ll just have to seduce each other over the next handful of hours.” I pushed to my toes, kissed him with all the love I felt for this broken man.

With a nip to my lower lip, he had me up with my legs around his waist before I could take my next breath. His denim covered cock fit against me as if we were actually two halves of a whole. Perfection.

We both groaned at the contact. He ground his dick against me, using the seam of jeans to hit just a little deeper against my sex.

I tightened my legs, ground my groin against his. Threading my hands through his hair, I pulled his head back. “Playing dirty again, Mr. Penn.”

He huffed a laugh as he licked a long line up my neck. He bit my earlobe in a bright spark of pain that set my body on fire. I shuddered in his arms. “Get ready to lose your coming privileges for the next twenty-four hours, baby. I’m going to drive you so crazy, and you won’t be able to come,” he bit the muscle of my neck, “at all.”

My pussy clenched as my nipples pebbled. I could feel the drag of lust as I looked into his eyes. “If you win, you’re going to play with me but not let me finish?”

He nodded slowly, his nose rubbing over mine. “For twenty-four hours.”

“So when I win, I can do the same thing?”

His dick jumped against my core. He cursed under his breath. “If you think you can win, sure. I’ll be your personal playground.”

I bit his chin lightly. “My non-erupting personal playground.” I flexed my thighs, deepened the contact between us.

When we both moaned again, I knew I had to get down. Get away from the powder keg that was his delicious body. I unhooked my ankles and