Unleashing Sin - A. M. Wilson Page 0,44
he adds a bit more pressure. That simple touch sets my heart racing. He pulls away with a satisfied look on his face. “Thank you, dar—ˮ
“No.”
Capturing the back of his head, I pull him back into me. Our lips crash together, and this time, our eyes slide shut. Our bodies are a push and pull of power; ultimately, I win out and scramble onto his lap. I feel his hardness between my thighs, and it terrifies me as much as it thrills me. As he takes my mouth, I press down against him and gasp at the zing of pleasure when I get the pressure just right, moaning into his mouth. I can feel his restraint in the shake of his arms where he’s holding my head. His hands never stray, and I’m quietly grateful for it. I can’t say the same for my own. I scrape my nails down the back of his scalp, rub his nape, and bring my hand around to the front of his torso. My fingertips trail along the hard muscles of his chest, causing his hips to give a slight twitch upward. I tentatively grind down to meet him. He grunts into my mouth. Taking that as a good sign, I continue exploring his torso. Finding the hem of his shirt, I slip my fingers beneath it. His skin is warm and silky, separated by trails of hair. I wander to his sides, feeling the ridge of his obliques and up over his rib cage.
Alex’s tongue traces my lower lip, and out of everything, that makes me freeze. I can’t explain it, but he immediately notices and stops. Instead of wrenching away suddenly, he slowly moves his kisses to the corner of my mouth, my cheekbone, right below my ear, giving me time to catch my breath.
“It’s too soon. That’s okay, blossom,” he murmurs.
“I-I’m sorry.”
With gentle pressure, he guides my head beneath his chin and lowers his arms around my waist where he wraps me tight. “I’ve never tasted something so beautiful on my lips.”
I push up frantically, and he lets me. “I’m not beautiful,” I mutter, sitting taut on his lap. I wanted to scramble off, but the second the words leave my lips, his arms lock around me.
“Knock that shit off.” There’s no mistaking the anger in his voice. My body goes on high alert.
“I know what I am, Alex. You don’t have to reward me with compliments just because I let you kiss me.”
His body turns to stone.
“What the fuck?”
Fear injects into my veins, and I’m suddenly cold. “Let me go,” I whimper.
That’s not what happens. He locks his arms and dips his chin so that there’s nowhere for me to look but at him.
“You don’t have a fuckin’ clue what you are. You’ve been so conditioned to think the absolute worst, but let me share something with you. I’ve lived an ugly life for as long as I can remember. My mom walked out when I was eight. Before that, it was years of her fighting with my dad. After that, it was years of my dad fighting with my sister and me. You know what happened to Molly; my dad got his head blown off shortly after. I’ve been living. In. Hell. So when I have something beautiful in my arms, you can believe me to tell the truth about it. I might have seen a lot of ugly, but I’m not so blind as to miss when something beautiful comes along.”
“I’m tainted.”
“You’re gorgeous,” he fires back.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Lips of a fuckin’ angel. I’ve never experienced something so sweet as you moaning and sighing in my mouth. If I didn’t think I’d scare you halfway across the world, I’d bring you to my bed and kiss you again.”
That gets me. The thought of kissing him in his bed. So much so, I almost beg him to do just that.
That wouldn’t be wise, though, kissing him again. More than just the fact it scares me half to death. What confounds me the most is that I responded to him. My body responded to him, and I liked it. And I can’t tell if it’s my years of conditioning that want to please him or if I really, truly want it for me. I feel bold. I also feel terrified.
“What’s going through that head of yours?”
Fingertips graze my cheek, and then my head is being turned. I face Alex and inhale sharply at the openness in his gaze.