Marry Screw Kill(56)

“I’m not his anymore.” A sense of true freedom fills me when I speak these words. “It’s really over.” I exhale more than the air I breathe and the tension in my shoulders eases.

“You’re doing the right thing.” Sin brushes my wind-blown hair away from my face. He stares at my eyes and glances down at my lips. I lick them and he glances back up at me. His normally golden brown eyes have turned almost a shade of chocolate. He drops a hand to my waist and presses his hip into me. I can’t ignore his full arousal and I don’t want to. Everything seems so natural between us.

“I need to kiss you now, Harlow.” Sin lowers his lips closer to mine, but doesn’t touch them. Short, impatient breaths hit my skin and fuel my own desire. “May I?” His voice sounds deep and rough.

“Please,” I say in a heated rush.

He reacts before I finish my one word plea and touches my lips in the slightest fashion. Soft angel wing like kisses that have the power of the devil in them, because it makes me want so much more than I should. I just left the home of my fiancé and I am in the arms of his nephew a few hours later.

He continues his gentle torture along my jaw and sweeps his lips to my ear. His touch causes a million nerves to fire up in its wake. All the dead feelings have come alive—or maybe they weren’t dead, just untapped until the right man had me in his arms.

“I can barely control myself,” Sin whispers in my ear. His lips find my lobe and he draws it into his mouth. He gives it a quick bite and I moan at the sensation. “I don’t want to push you.”

How could he think that when I am the one pushing against his erection? Then, I realize he doesn’t want to be compared to James. I pull my face back so I can look into Sin’s eyes.

“You’re not him. You will never be like him.” I see his eyes soften as he nods his head. “Please, Sin. Kiss me.”





Chapter Twenty-Three


Sin



I try to control my cravings as my hands continue to shake in pent up need. Harlow is right. I don’t want to treat her like James. Or use her for my own pleasures. She deserves to be cherished and adored. Sadly, I’ve never said that about a woman before in my life. Harlow has opened my eyes to what matters between a man and a woman, and it goes way beyond just the physical.

But I am weak, so I release all my built up restraint and crash into her lips. I hold nothing back when we touch. Her subtle body gives way to mine and there is nothing but our layers of clothes between us.

The barrier works to protect us both, because urges run too deep to control.

Her quiet moans vibrate against my lips and I sneak my tongue into her open mouth. She meets me without hesitation and we join in desperate need. Her lips are a touch of heaven, though she feels like a naughty angel in my arms.

My hand slides farther down her back and I cup her ass. I should stop myself, but her soft curves and whimpers are fuel to my desires for more of her.

She brings her hands to my head and twines her fingers through my hair. Sweet and gentle, Harlow is anything but that. Her tugs and pulls undo me.

Her touch has brought me to the point of losing control. I hadn’t planned on kissing her like this, if at all. It’s time to hit the brakes, though everything in me begs for more of her.

“Harlow, we need to stop,” I say, trying to catch my breath. My plea sounds hollow because my words to her are the last thing on my mind. Fucking her senseless would better reflect my mood.

“I know,” she pants. Her flushed face and dazed eyes speak for her. She is fighting the need for more, too.

Who knew our attraction would strike us like lightening out of a clear blue sky. Neither of us expected to be in this place, kissing each other, just mere days ago, but what draws two people together is unpredictable in this game of life.

“I am sorry. I got carried away. Let’s focus on what you need. How can I help you? Do you need money?” I hesitate when I ask her this question, but I can’t imagine her starting over without it. Her clear eyes become brighter as she smiles back at me, if that is even possible. I am glad she wants my help.

“I have money,” she exclaims. I squint my eyes in confusion. “I sold the diamond tennis bracelet James gave me this morning. Right before I came to meet you. His car is the only thing I have left that belongs to him. I packed up all the things he saved for me from the apartment I shared with my mother.”

“So, the clothes in the guest bedroom closet and stuff,” I leave the part vague where I rummaged through her box of books, “those were yours?”

“All mine. I bought and paid for them all myself, or my mother did.” I see nothing but pride and satisfaction in her eyes, and it is a stunning addition to her already beautiful face.

I reach down and kiss her lips again without even realizing it. I want to absorb some of the joy I see in her. I have hoped she would find it on her own. I make the kiss quick and pull back to look down at her again.

“Let’s get that damn car back to James’ house, and then I’m all yours for the day.”

“Don’t you have to get back to the clerkship?” Worry crosses Harlow’s face and the joy from a moment ago disappears. “Tell me it was okay for you to be here.”

“It’s all good. I cleared it with the program director.” The white lie slips off my tongue. I emailed the director and told him I was unable to make it in the rest of the day due to an unforeseen emergency. I haven’t checked my inbox to see if he has replied, but this beautiful, brave woman standing before me is all that matters in my world right now. If I get kicked out of the clerkship, I still have med school at Columbia starting in a couple weeks.