A Necessary Sin (The Sin Trilogy, #1)(52)

Bleu notices me watching her reflection. She goes still and looks at me, her toothbrush hanging from her mouth like a stogie. “What?” Her mouthful of toothpaste foams and spatters on her lips when she speaks. She spits and rinses.

“I missed this.” My eyes roam over the simple, satin nightgown clinging to her body. “Especially when you’re wearing something like that.”

She closes her robe, tying the belt at the waist. “You should probably stop looking because there will be none of that. Your body has been through hell. It needs time to heal.”

I know what will cure me. “I don’t want to stop looking.”

“This is the least sexy gown I have, but I can change into a T-shirt and yoga pants if this is going to be a problem.”

“Never.” I move over to hug her from behind, slipping my arms around her waist. “Absolutely not. I’ve missed seeing you in your pretty bedtime things.”

I kiss the side of her neck and she shudders as she leans into me. She moves her hand down my forearm and laces her fingers through mine. “I was so afraid. I thought I was going to lose you.”

“I know.” A confused look comes over her face. I decide to let that one sink in for a minute so I kiss the back of her head and leave the bathroom.

She comes out a moment later massaging in her lotion and crawls into bed next to me. She turns onto her side and looks at me. “How did you know I was afraid of losing you?”

I place my hand on her thigh, rubbing it in a circular motion. “I heard the things you said to me.”

She scrunches her brow. “What do you think I said?”

“You told me you weren’t letting go, that it wasn’t time for our story to end. ‘Let me be the reason you stay.’”

She neither denies nor confirms my account, but I don’t need her validation. I know everything she said.

She rises to a sitting position and entwines her fingers in mine. “How do you feel about the things you heard?” I think that’s an admission.

“I want to know the rest of the story.”

She rises and moves one leg over my pelvis so she’s straddling me. She leans forward, her elbows pressed into the pillow on each side of my head, and kisses my mouth. I place my hands on her thighs and move them upward until they reach her bare cheeks. “Miss MacAllister, I believe you have forgotten your knickers.”

A mischievous grin spreads. “It seems I have.”

She moves to kneeling between my legs. She hooks her fingers into my waistband and tugs. I lift my hips and she drags my sleep pants downward.

She lowers her body to mine, bringing us close enough to touch, but she isn’t pressing her weight against me. Her nightgown is slick when she climbs upward to straddle me again. She arches back and my erection presses against her warm entrance.

I place my hands on her stomach and glide them up her silky gown. I palm her breasts, her hands covering mine, and her nipples become erect beneath my touch. Her hands move up her chest, to her shoulders, and then to the back of her neck. She lifts her long hair and holds it in a messy pile as she rotates her hips, grinding her groin against mine.

I slip my hands under her gown and she releases her hair to reach for the bottom. She pulls it over her head and discards it.

She is, without doubt, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Everything about her is perfect to me.

She holds the tip of my cock and positions it at her warm, slick entrance. She sinks down until I’m completely buried inside her. She leans back, placing her hands on my thighs for leverage, and begins moving up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

I rotate my hand, palm side up, and use my fingers to find her clit. I know I’ve hit the perfect spot when a moan escapes her mouth. I start with a slow, spiraling motion and increase the speed as she moves faster. “Ohh … right there, Sin.”

It isn’t long before I realize I could be doing this too well. She may beat me to the finish line. “Are you already close?”

“Yesss!”

I won’t ask her to slow down so I begin thrusting with her. A moment later, I’m there with her when my orgasm approaches.

She sinks deep and groans, “Ohh … ohh.”

Mine comes right in behind hers. It’s going to be a big one since it’s been a while. I rise and grab her hips, bringing her down hard as I thrust deep. I hold her in place as I spasm, completely emptying myself.

When it’s over, I move my hands to her waist and press my head to her chest. “I missed you terribly, lass.”

“I missed you too. I’m very happy to have you back.” She places her hands on my face and forces me to look at her. “Never do that to me again. Ever.”

“I’ll do my best, Bonny.” But I’m Fellowship. She knows this. I can make no promises.

She’s still holding my face. “Say it with me.”

I know what she’s talking about. Together we say the words. “Into me … you see.”

She sighs and puts her arms around my shoulders. I wince when she forgets about my injury and squeezes too hard. “Oh, I’m sorry. You should lie back down.”

She’s avoiding my shoulder. “I will if you’ll swap sides with me. You’re distancing yourself because of my injury.” I crave her nearness. We’ve been too far apart this week.