Sin & Suffer (Pure Corruption MC #2)(74)

Arthur growled, “I’m only good because I’ve fantasized about touching you for eight long years. Every night, I dreamed how I’d push my fingers inside you and make you come. Every morning, I imagined dropping to my knees and making you writhe on my tongue.”

His voice turned deep and raspy. “And now that I can, I can’t help touching you every second of every damn day.”

My hips arched toward his fingers. “I hope you never stop.” The more time I spent in his arms, the more whole I felt. I was no longer hungry for knowledge or harassed by endless questions.

I could live in the moment.

Right here.

Right now.

And not constantly compare it to the past or fret over the future.

I’m home.

Arthur’s finger feathered harder over my clit.

“You said you could never settle after me.” I tilted my head, seeking his mouth. “I know exactly what you mean.” Pressing a kiss on his five o’clock shadow, I tried so hard not to rock against his hand. “We were young, but we knew. The day you helped me back home from falling off my bike, I knew.”

He laughed; the sound quaked through me. His finger decorated my swelling flesh with tiny circles. I clenched with sparkling waves as Arthur became both seducer and pyrotechnic—whenever he touched me, I turned from human to orgasmic fireworks.

His voice was rough and strained. “What we have is so goddamn special. So strong and consuming … but it’s also not unique. We aren’t the only ones who found our significant other.”

His hand moved faster inside my panties, the tip of his finger entering me.

I cried out, scissoring my legs against bliss. “Wait!”

He panted. “I don’t want to wait. Fuck, I never want to wait again now you’re back in my life.” His hand widened my legs, giving me no room to disagree.

“We should move. We should find a dark corner.” Put us out of our misery.

“I agree. I’m so damn hard.”

My heart flew drunkenly. I was entirely caught in his web—wrapped up in lust and fire and seduction.

His voice caught, his thoughts turning dark and dismal. “But to move, I have to let you go. And I never want to do that. You’re mine forever. I know that. You know that. Shit, we knew that when we were kids. But we aren’t the first or the last to find this.”

I frowned, trying to keep up. “What do you mean?” I rolled my hips, despite my shyness, enticing his finger to slide deeper.

Oh, God …

“I mean everyone has someone designed for them, but very few people recognize it before it’s too late.”

I nuzzled into his delicious body. “It was never too late for us. We were never apart. Not really.” My nipples pebbled as he ran the tips of his left hand down my exposed arm. Having him touch me so sensually, surrounded by murmurs, stagnant humid air, and serenaded by the hum of insects, I’d never been more alive.

My skin prickled with heat. I wanted to wriggle out of my jeans and welcome Arthur into my body right here in front of the fire.

“You’re right. We were never apart.” Arthur nibbled my ear. “I think it’s time for us to leave, don’t you?” His finger dived inside me. I couldn’t help it—I moaned.

“Yes. I think leaving would be a very good idea.”

Kissing my cheek, his finger withdrew, drawing my wetness over my skin until his hand slinked from my jeans. “Screw goodbyes. We’re sneaking out of here.”

Sitting upright on his lap, I ran shaky hands through my hair. “Okay.” All I could think about was licking, joining, and coming. My eyes rose, locking on to Grasshopper’s.

Tapping ash from his cigar, he tilted his head, a smirk on his lips. The glow of the fire danced over his glossy mohawk and his expression said he’d watched what Arthur had just done.

I blushed, looking away. “Oh, crap.”

“Oh, crap, what?” Arthur asked. His eyes shot to where I’d been staring and a cocky smile spread his lips. “I get it. Horny bugger watched. Well, he knows he can call any woman on his speed dial and get laid tonight if he wishes.”

I narrowed my eyes, risking another look at Hopper. His baby blue gaze spoke of a man who had a lot to give and the intelligence in which to protect what he had.

“Perhaps he should get calling, instead of leering.”

Grasshopper raised his glass in a toast, a chuckle shaking his chest.

Pervert.

Then again, it was us who’d put on the show.

Blushing, I placed my bare feet on the grass. I’d kicked off my shoes a few hours ago and had no idea where they were. I pushed off from Arthur’s lap.

Arthur cleared his throat, his hand trapping my hips. “Give me a second. Fucking hard-on is refusing to deflate.”

I laughed, looking over my shoulder at his crotch. “You started it.”

“I had no choice. Your ass is too f*cking perfect in those jeans. I’ve been hard all night thinking of peeling them off you.” His eyes dulled with pain and my desire faded a little.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Don’t you think the pain should’ve lessened by now?”

Arthur scowled. “Well, you picked a good subject to make me lose my f*cking boner.”

My heart thudded at his sudden temper. “I’m only worried about you.”