A Necessary Sin (The Sin Trilogy, #1)(26)

“My body or my tattoo?” He laughs.

“Both.”

The reaction he’s getting from me is genuine because this is unexpected. Nothing in his file mentioned ink but I guess it wouldn’t since none is visible when he’s in a suit. “I had no idea you had this.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” He grasps my shoulders and turns me around so I’m facing the bed. “Stand here. There’s something you have to see before we go any further.”

He’s acting weird. “O … kay.”

He unbuttons his pants and lowers the zipper before pushing them to his knees. He sits on the edge of the bed. “There’s a reason I prefer a quick f*ck instead of bringing women home to my bed.”

I’m not experienced at this but even I know this isn’t normal.

“I choose to keep this a secret because a rival—or even my own brothers—could see it as a weakness. No one knows, with the exception of five people: my father, Abram, Jamie, Leith, and my brother, Mitch. I live as though this never happened because I won’t allow it to hinder the way I experience life.”

He pushes his trousers to the floor and watches my face. “Another thing you can’t see unless I’m out of my clothes.”

My God, he’s an amputee. His left leg is missing below the knee, replaced by a prosthesis. How could I miss something so important during my surveillance?

“I was shot six years ago and they couldn’t save my leg. This is why I don’t bring women into my bed. There’s no way to hide this.”

But Sin isn’t hiding from me. He’s making himself vulnerable.

“No one can know.”

This is good. Sin believes I won’t reveal this secret. “I understand.”

He watches me come to him. “I need to know what you’re thinking.”

I hold his face in my palms. “I think you should make love to me.” I look down. “Doesn’t your prosthesis need to come off first?”

His smile is back, as are his dimples. “Probably.”

He removes and props the leg against the bed railing before grabbing me around the waist to pull me closer. He reaches around to unfasten my bra and then buries his face between my breasts. He cups them with his hands on the underside, pushing them together. “I love these. They’re absolutely perfect.” He’s accustomed to quickies that only please him, so I’m betting this isn’t something he’s done often.

He moves his mouth to my nipple, sucking it in. He circles it with his tongue until it pebbles and then tugs gently with his teeth. A shiver spreads throughout my body and chills erupt over my skin. I look up at the ceiling because I can’t watch what he’s doing. I’m afraid I’ll like what I’m seeing.

He places his palms on my hips and pushes them under my panties. He grasps my hips hard and pulls me against his groin. He’s still wearing boxer briefs but I feel his hard cock rubbing against the front of my panties.

They don’t get to stay on for long because he pushes them down my legs. When they fall to my ankles, I step out, leaving them in the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

His palms glide up and down the sides of my body as he studies every inch. “I knew you’d be perfect.”

I’m self-conscious again, even more so now that I’m stark naked. I shake my head. “I’m in no way perfect.”

He grasps my nape and brings me closer to kiss the side of my neck. “You are to me, Bonny Bleu.”

He moves his hands to my waist and tugs while scooting backward on the bed. “Come up here and join me.”

We lie on our sides facing one another and he hikes my leg over his thigh before possessing my mouth again. It must be instinct taking over because without any thought at all, I wrap my leg around Sin’s waist and begin moving in a rocking motion. He grasps my cheeks in his hands and pulls my body hard against him. “I acted an arse when we met but I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you at Duncan’s.”

Rule number nine: say or do whatever’s necessary to sell it. “I’ve wanted you since I realized you took the photograph of me from my flat.”

He stops kissing my throat and looks at my eyes. “How long have you known?”

“I noticed it missing right after your first visit inside my flat.”

He’s smiling so he must like my answer. “Then that means you’ve wanted me for a while.”

“What did you do with it?” I ask.

“It’s on my desk in my office.” Liar. I don’t believe that for a second, but I’m not calling him out on it. Things are going too well.

“Good.” I entwine my fingers in his hair and pull his face closer so our lips brush.

He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and lightly tugs before releasing it. “I don’t kiss.”

That’s not true. I recall several times he’s kissed me.

I skim my fingertips over his lips. “I beg to differ.”

He shakes his head. “What I mean is that I don’t kiss other women. This compromise is only for you.”

“Never?”

“No, never.”

Hmm … He’s quite good at it. “Why am I the exception?”

“You asked me to make love to you. I can’t imagine doing that without kissing.” Good answer.