“I think if you’re worried you wouldn’t be good at it, you probably would be. Men who aren’t going to be good at it wouldn’t care.”
“I did not sign up for this,” I state.
“Doesn’t sound like she did either. Maybe she’s only with this other guy because she doesn’t want to do it alone,” she suggests.
I think about how cozy they looked at my restaurant and jealousy boils in my gut. Normally if I lose my hold on a woman who belongs to me, I lose all interest in her. The thing with Laurel is, she was never actually mine. As she so adamantly pointed out at the restaurant, she isn’t mine, never was, and never will be.
Well, I’m not so sure about that last one, but the first two are true enough. Laurel was a hook-up, not a girlfriend. Her loyalty never belonged to me, it just seems like it should now.
At least, if she’s having my baby she damn well belongs to me. There is no surer stake of my claim than that.
I need to find out if the baby is mine, and that’s that.
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Laurel
My body shifts, but I don’t open my eyes. Sin is rolling over on his side, shifting me since I’m nestled in his strong arms. Mm, that’s nice. His body slides against mine and he draws me into his chest. The hand that isn’t trapped beneath me moves around my bare waist and drifts down my side, coming to rest on my hip.
I feel something kick against my inner thigh, then I consider our leg placement.
That was his dick.
I open my eyes to look at him, but he doesn’t look remotely apologetic. “Good morning to you, too,” I tell him.
“Your fault,” he states.
My eyebrows rise. “How is that my fault?”
“You snaked your knee up my thigh just a second ago—what do you mean, how is that your fault? What do you think happens when a naked woman lying in my bed snakes her knee up my thigh like that?”
“I didn’t snake my knee—” I pause, trying to recall my exact movements. I guess I was shifting around, but only because he rolled away briefly and woke me up. “Okay, I might have.”
“You did,” he states.
“Stupid, slutty knee.”
His lips curve up faintly. “It’s trying to cause all sorts of trouble.”
I’m sort of in the mood to cause trouble, so instead of showing even a hint of repentance, I slide my hand down between our bodies. Through hooded eyes, he watches me, but he doesn’t speak. Taking that as encouragement, I keep going until my fingers brush the rock-hard shaft between his legs. Excitement shoots through my veins at the verification of his arousal. Since he doesn’t object, I stroke him. The smooth hardness pushing against my hand fills my tummy up with flutters. I curl my fingers around him and tug. His eyes drift closed. I want to taste him, since he didn’t let me last night. After stroking him for a moment, I ease out of his embrace and move my face toward the delicious hardness I want to lick from base to tip.
That’s my plan, only before I make it past his belly button, Sin grabs a fistful of my hair.
My stomach sinks and rocks with a mix of nerves and excitement as he drags me backward and cocks an amused eyebrow at me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Since it was pretty clear where I thought I was going, I say bluntly, “I want to taste you.”
He’s clearly insane, because he shakes his head no. Then he drags me onto my back and climbs on top of me. My heart pounds in my ch
est as his erection presses into my lower belly. I try to wrap my arms around him, but he stops me. Instead of allowing me to hold him close, he releases my hair. His fingers lock around my wrists, and he presses them into the pillow beside my head.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he tells me, looming above me. “Whatever happens between us, it happens on my terms—not yours.”
Throbbing with need, I nod my understanding.
“If you want a taste, you ask nicely.”
The flames of my desire have already been ignited, but those domineering words from his sensual mouth act like gasoline; they set me on fire. “Please?”