The Sinner (The St. Clair Brothers 1)

I wasted so much time spiraling down a bottomless black hole of “Why did Kylie do/say/think xyz,” I was startled by an incoming text.

Not a St. Clair Fan: in the elevator

Ah, fuck. I glanced at the time. Seven-thirty, and what was I doing? Getting myself nice and worked up so I would be a complete mental basket case when Kylie showed up.

Dammit. I cracked my neck and shook out my hands as I tried to clear my mind. I didn’t want Kylie to think I was distracted, not that I wasn’t always distracted, but still. She deserved, and would receive, my full attention. Everything else could wait.

A soft knock on the door announced Kylie’s arrival. I took a few deep breaths to calm down. Satisfied I wouldn't come across as a crazy, wild-eyed, psycho, I opened the door, and with a silent whoosh, all of the air sucked out of the room.

Kylie looked up at me and blinked those big brown eyes. Eyes I got lost in every time I stared at them. Slowly, a frown began to form at the corners of her mouth with a matching, tiny indent between her brows, in a cute little V-shape.

Aaaand, she was waiting for me to stop fucking slobbering all over her…

"Sorry." I stepped aside to let Kylie enter. "I forgot how beautiful you are,” I blurted out.

Fucking-A. It was not my night.

"Hi," she said, gaze flicking around the foyer, alighting on anything and everything except where I wanted it. On me. I made the most of the opportunity and studied Kylie. She fascinated me. Before we met, I never knew anyone who could shift from confident seductress to shy ingénue so quickly and seamlessly, and not even know she was doing it. Her naiveté was natural and charming. I found her so intriguing, I pretty much waited on tenterhooks to see what Kylie would do or say next.

"Traffic bad?" I asked as I circled around and reached for her coat. Greedy as I am, I couldn’t stop from brushing my fingers across the back of her neck. The tiny hairs stood on end and Kylie shivered. It was barely noticeable, but her reaction sent all the blood in my body rushing south.

Great. Now I had a cramped boner to contend with.

"A little." Kylie shrugged out of the coat and watched as I hung it on the rack.

With pleasantries taken care of, there was nothing to stop me from moving things along. Even if the biggest, most-badassed defender in the NHL dropped out of the sky and stood between me and Kylie, I was going to get some answers out of her. I went right into her personal space and then stepped closer, going until the blistering heat radiating from her body hit me like a shot of testosterone to the family jewels.

When she realized I wasn’t going to stop, Kylie’s eyes grew wide. Aggressive and determined, I got so close, she had to tilt her head back to look at me. I stared down and she swallowed nervously. Like a magnet, my eyes were drawn to the slender lines of her throat, then back up when Kylie licked her lips. Watching her tongue slide across her mouth, all shiny and slick, was torture. My balls hung heavy and my cock grew hard.

It was too much. She was too much.

I was done.

Questions? What questions? And more important, who gave a shit?

I reached out, wanting to be tender and sweet for a change, entirely different from my typical snatch and grab. I moved slow enough to be classified under the Geneva Convention as cruel and inhuman punishment, cupped the sides of Kylie’s face, and lowered my mouth to hers. She didn't miss a beat.

Kylie parted her lips, welcomed me in, and turned what was supposed to be a gentle kiss into something deeper and so much fucking hotter. The last shreds of my willpower disintegrated. I shoved my tongue into that inviting mouth, and one taste was all it took. A desperate sound rumbled from my chest and I wound my arms around Kylie's back to pull her flush against my body.

It hadn’t been my intention to jump her the second she walked in the door. I had planned for us to talk a bit before we got to the naked stuff, but she offered and I’d be damned if I was going to say no. If someone told me to close my eyes and imagine heaven, Kylie would be front and center, yet at some point she also became my personal hell. When it came to Kylie, I was weak. She made me break my rules. Bust down the carefully constructed walls that surrounded my heart.

Kylie moaned and rubbed against me. That was all it took for me to no longer give a flying rip about rules or questions or anything but getting skin to skin. I had to get inside her. As soon as physically possible.

"Bedroom," I growled.

In a moment of déjà vu, we re-created the exact scene from the last time Kylie was there. Same as then, I’d only give up her mouth when I was dead, so we continued to swap spit as I walked her backward through the condo until we reached the master bedroom. Instead of shoving Kylie onto the bed and stuffing my cock between those thick lips, which, frankly, wasn’t that bad an idea, I continued to kiss her. For whatever reason, I didn’t want to stop. Not yet, anyway.

I located the hem of Kylie’s shirt and slid my hands under the material and up the satiny skin of her back. At the same time, Kylie's fingers flirted with my waistband, then came to rest on my hips. She dug her thumbs in on either side and my hips jerked.

“Fucking, hell,” I muttered as I thrust a thigh between her legs and pushed up, practically lifting her off the ground. Kylie's whole body trembled and her head fell back.

"Don't stop," she pleaded. With her mouth out of reach I went for the nearest available surface and dove in to lick and bite the tantalizing skin of her exposed throat.

"I have no intention of stopping," I growled. God she tasted so fucking good. If hedonism had a flavor, she was it.

We ground against each other for minutes, hours, days… I wasn’t counting and didn’t give a shit. It got to the point that if I didn’t get something hot and wet clamped around my dick, I had the very real fear it might really start to hurt.

The bed was too far away, so I grabbed Kylie by the shoulders and propelled her toward the nearest surface, which happened to be the wall next to the door. She smacked against it. The breath left her lungs and I wasted no time. I plastered the front of my body to hers and rubbed my erection against her abdomen. It still wasn’t enough. I was so hard I could have used my dick as a crowbar. Kylie, moaned and groaned as she clung to my arms and humped my thigh.