The Sinner - Molly O'Keefe Page 0,28

So,” his finger slid inside and I jumped swallowing my moan. “So fucking wet. Savannah. Can you feel how wet you are?”

I nodded, but he wasn’t looking at my face. Every bit of his considerable attention was locked between my legs and I was almost scared by it. By what would happen next, like I knew that nothing would be the same.

And then he bent, spread me open with his thumbs and put his mouth on me. My hips shot off the bed and I could not control the high moan that slipped out of my mouth. His mouth stayed where it was but he lifted on hand and slipped it over my lips, sliding his fingers inside my mouth, keeping me quiet. I sucked his fingers and he sucked my clit and when I came… oh my God.

It felt like light exploded out of my body. The shadows I lived with were obliterated and I was only light and joy and an orgasm that rolled and rolled through me.

I had fallen back, my arms trapped under my body and I spread my legs for him, waiting for the thick press of his cock, but it never came. He stayed, kneeling between my legs head bowed.

“Matt,” I whispered and managed to push myself back up. Something in the bend of his head and the tilt of his face away from me made me want to touch him. But my arms were still tied.

He kissed my knee. The top of my thigh and stood up. His cock was hard and thick, poking up out of his boxers which were all wet from the come that had oozed out of him. I leaned forward to press my lips against it, to suck it into my mouth to give him just a little of what he’d given me.

“No,” he said and I stopped. His tone was clear. He meant no.

“No?” I whispered.

He stepped to the side and untied my wrists and with my hands free I didn’t reach for him, I sat naked and wet in front of him. Unsure of what to do. And so he did it for me. Straightening my robe with shaking hands. The warmth of him when he got close enough was incendiary.

“Why no?”

He was silent.

“Was it…” I swallowed. “Was it something I did? Do you not want-“

“What?” He asked, eyes blazing in the moonlight.

“Me?” I was shaken down to my core

He looked away, his jaw like granite. “Not like this,” he said.

And even though I didn’t know what the words meant, they hurt.

“Oh.” I wished I had a snappy comeback. Something that would prop me up, make me feel smart and mature and indifferent when all I felt was stupid and weak and confused.

“Good night, Savannah,” he said and stepped away and then away again. Until I was alone in the moonlight and he was nothing but shadows.

I got out of there so fast.

MATT

I had to go.

I watched her run away, the hottest most fascinating woman I’d ever touched and knew that leaving was my only option.

Too many lies. Too many secrets. There was no way I could explain myself, not after that. It would all seem like a lie. I’d come here trying to make one thing right and I’d only wreaked more havoc. Brought more pain.

It had taken every ounce of will to leave her in the library, but I’d done it because I knew it was right.

And then she fucking followed me.

I was lying to her, for crying out loud. Using her for information, like a key to a lock, and as much as I’d wanted to fuck her until we both forgot who we were, I couldn’t do it.

Regret filled me with dirt and sand, weighing me down.

I felt sick again. I would leave, my Dad had gone down for a crime he’d committed and the partners who betrayed him would stay in the wild. I could not fix that without hurting these women more.

I would send them money. Not that it would repair what I’d done. Sending the girlfriend money wasn’t going to change her lover’s death, but I’d done that anyway.

It made me feel better. As though I was doing something. Fixing something. Anything.

I stepped toward the corner where I’d hidden my wallet and the files. All my truth, right there, steps away from the bed. The files were heavy in my hands as if the information were weighted. Cannon balls I’d been using against the O’Neills.

What would she think if