The Sinner - Molly O'Keefe Page 0,60

didn’t believe me. Didn’t see all of her own beauty.

“And you’re very far away.” She smiled. “Come back to bed.”

I crawled over her body, pressing kisses to her knees, blowing air into the damp curls between her thighs, licking her belly button.

“You don’t believe me?” I asked, stroking the hair from her face.

“About what?” she panted, arching herself against the leg I pressed between hers. I pushed harder against her and she groaned, grinding herself against my muscles.

“That you’re a goddess.”

“I have nice hair,” she conceded.

Laughter gushed out of me. “You’re stunning. Every inch of you.”

“Matt.” She shook her head. Her modesty doubled my lust. She didn’t know. She had no idea.

I’m going to have to show her.

My mouth watered at the thought.

Retracing my steps, I trailed my tongue along those stunning collarbones, kissed my way across her breasts. Found every rib with my lips.

A kiss on her belly button and I slid down, easing open her thighs.

“Matt,” she sighed, pushing her fingers into my hair, scratching and petting me as I made my way to her secret heart and settled in to make love to the damp, hot mystery that was Savannah O’Neill.

She came against my tongue and I wanted more of her on my lips, but she pulled at my hair, tugging me up her body.

“Now,” she said. “Right now.”

I opened the condom with my teeth and she rolled it over my cock with shaking, trembling hands.

I love you, I thought as I spread her legs with mine. I love you, I thought as I pushed slowly, slowly into the hot squeeze of her body. She was tight. So tight. Too tight? I stopped.

“Are you okay?” I whispered, forcing her to look at me.

“Good,” she moaned. “I’m good.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not. It’s just… it’s been so long.”

Katie was eight. Eight fucking years. The reality of that hit me right in the chest. The cock. And as hard as I was, as eager as I was – I got harder. She was trusting me. And that made her mine.

I reached between us and pressed, just the way she liked on her clit, unil she was lifting her hips against me. Fucking me slowly until finally, I was deep deep inside of her.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, arching against the bed. “I can fucking feel you in my throat.”

I pushed deep and pulled back to the tip and her body chased me down. Her chest and breasts were flushed red and sweat was dripping off my forehead. We were going to make a mess of each other. Of this bed.

“More,” she breathed.

I fucked her harder. Faster. The full length of my cock disappearing in the heat of her.

“More,” she cried.

I grabbed her by her shoulder, lifting her as leverage and she cried out.

“Too much?”

“More.”

She looked at me and grinned. And I swear to God – if that wasn’t love on her face…

I grinned back and gave her what she wanted. More until she cried out. More until she wept. More until her body convulsed and she grabbed me, bringing my face to hers. Her mouth on mine. Her breath in my lungs.

When she’d come again, when she was limp on the bed, her face flushed, her smile soft. That’s when I let go. I wrapped both arms around her and came so hard it hurt.

And it was perfect.

She was perfect.

SAVANNAH

I called in sick the next day for the first time since Katie had gotten the chicken pox when she was a year old.

“You can handle things there, Janice,” I said.

“Well, sure I can,” Janice agreed. “I’m just surprised is all. You don’t sound too sick.”

“It’s a stomach thing,” I said and shot Matt a dirty look while he pressed kisses to the trembling skin of my belly. His chuckle blew hot air across incredibly sensitive flesh.

“I…ah…gotta go, Janice. I’ll talk to you soon.” I hung up Matt’s cell phone and glared at him, his rumpled hair so dark against me and the white sheets. His eyes so green, his smile so warm.

A knot of something hard and sad sat in my throat and I swallowed past it, not wanting sadness. Not now. Not until the moment Matt walked away. Until then, I wanted to absorb every single ounce and fleck of joy I could.

“You’re in trouble,” I told him, laughing as he tickled my belly button with his tongue. I kicked my leg over him and rolled him to his back.

The condoms, two fewer than before, were