TWENTY EIGHT

"Good." Sin’s grin widens. With a lazy smirk, he wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me against him. Our mouths collide again, and this time there’s no hesitation from my end. I let my head fall back and my lips part as his tongue explored my mouth, harsh and possessive. He breaks the kiss, and his lips trail down my neck, following the same path his fingertips did earlier. He licks and nips at my skin, making me gasp.

Then his mouth traces lower, over my collarbone, down to my breasts. He pins my back against the wall of the bathroom and suckles one of my nipples between his lips, his tongue flicking across the hard nub, toying with me, teasing me. I moan and arch into him, and his hands slide around the small of my back, bracing me against him as he sucks and licks at one nipple, then the next.

"God, you’re perfect," he breathes, his breath hot against my damp skin, when he pauses to tilt his head back and meet my eyes. "You know, I wanted so badly to rip the dress off of you th