My Heart For Yours (Sinful Secrets 2)

I try to tell myself that walking into the cabin behind her will lead to more hurt down the road—for both of us. Logic has no place within me right now, though.

I need to wipe it off her face: that look. And then I’ll step away. I could end tonight on a high note, and then fabricate something: a long trip. After which I come back and pay my debt. Tonight, though—I could bowtie all this, leave her feeling beautiful and good.

Isn’t that the least that I can do for her?

Gwenna sighs. “I just wish I knew what you were thinking. Earlier… I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Or was that even it?” She puts her head in her hands. “I should shut up now. I know. If you don’t want things to be—”

I go to her in one long stride and take her arms in my hands.

“Gwen.” I look down at her face. “That little mouth…” I run my tongue over my own lips while my heart pounds. “You think I don’t want you? That I don’t want these lips…on every part of me?” My voice runs ragged. I swallow as I touch the corner of her mouth. Her eyes widen.

I stroke her lower lip, and my cock throbs.

“I could push you up against the wall—” I take her shoulders, turn her toward the nearest wall— “and rip these leggings off.” My fingers pluck at the elastic waistband. One delves inside, stroking soft, hot flesh.

“I could kiss those lips and then I’d eat that pussy one more time. Does it have red curls? I know it does. I had wondered; now I kno

w. I could push my cock inside you, Gwen. I’d push in deep—until it almost hurts it feels so fucking good. Until you can’t move, and then you’re mine to take, you’re mine to please.”

I wrap a hand around the back of her head, forcing her to look up at me. Her nipples jut against the fabric of her shirt. I twist one, groaning as my dick throbs.

“Do you know how long it’s been?” She gasps and starts to pant. “It’s been a long time, Gwen.” I laugh, the mirthless sound of giving up. “I love this body. When we spar, I watch your tits—” I palm one now— “I watch your soft, round ass and want to sink my fingers into that plump pussy.”

I cup her breast and stretch my hand down toward her swollen lips.

Her eyes slip shut, and anger throbs within me. That she’d give herself to me so easily. That she looks so wanton and relaxed. That this is what we could have had. It makes me crazy.

I press my hand against her, willing my probing fingers to be still. I press my mouth against her hair. “You said you trust me earlier. But you don’t know me, Gwenna. You don’t know if you can trust me.” My fingers find her swollen clit, then part her soft, slick lips.

She rocks against me. “Yes,” she moans. Her eyes open. They’re glossy. Dazed. “I think…I can.” She swallows and I prod her hot, wet center. I make her shudder—just this once.

I thumb her clit and push inside her with the tip of my finger. Her hips jerk. She makes a little “ahh” that I feel in my balls.

“Does anybody know you’re seeing me? Does your best friend know you’re taking risks? Because this body needs it so damn much?”

She shoves my hand away, her brown eyes hot. “It’s not about me needing sex. You think I’m not embarrassed? Putting myself out there? Because I am.” Her eyes glisten again. She jerks my hand out of her pants and takes a step back, until her back touches the wall. “I wish I didn’t feel like this. You’re impossible to read! I’m always off balance.” She lets a big breath out and waves at the door. “I don’t like games, but I like you and I don’t know why. If it’s too much or I’m pushing, if it’s all me, then you should leave.”

This is my out.

Take it.

I step closer. I cup her soft, hot cheek with my right hand and lean down, wanting very much to taste her lips.

“Why are you embarrassed, Gwenna?” I stroke her hair. “You’ve been kind. Compassionate. You’re a good person. And beautiful.” I stroke her cheek. “You know that, right? You’re pretty. You’d make any man hard.” I stroke her lip. I kiss it gently, licking at the left side of her mouth. She trembles, and I take her hand. I drag it down, cupping my hardness. “Feel that?” I rub her hand over my bulge and feel my knees weaken. My voice is rough. “That’s all for you.”

“Then why be mean?” Her eyes are dark pools. “Why are you taunting me? Come to my room, Barrett. If we both want to…”

She rubs my cock. I swallow back a groan.

“I want you,” she whispers. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this much. Not just your body.” Her hand caresses my erection, curving from my head down to my balls. She trails a finger over them and I moan. Then she presses her body against mine, wrapping her arm around my waist, pressing her cheek against my chest. “Barrett, please…”

“Oh, Gwen.” Her fingers encircle the swollen head of me. I thrust lightly against her. “That’s…such a bad idea.” She rubs me, all the while, looking up at my face. “I can’t tell you…what a bad idea it is…for you.” I grab her wrist and try to fill my lungs with air. “Listen to me. Let go…and I’ll go.” Her hand sifts around my balls, playing lightly through my jeans. They draw up instantly, aching so much I start to shake. I can’t help groaning as her other hand grabs my head and thumbs the rim.

I step away from her. My legs are shaking.

“What’s wrong? I won’t believe that you don’t want it.” She backs me into the wall and when she gets me there, she kisses the inside of my elbow, where I taught her to strike. I lace my left hand through her hair.

She finds my nipple and she nips it through my shirt.