Alana
of all people knew how it felt to have a perpetually
displeased father. “You can still make up with him. Right?”
“Soon,
I hope,” he whispered. “But there is so much for me to make
up for.” He took her hand. “Let’s not talk about that. I am
here for you.”
“You’re an angel, right?” she said. “You have to be.”
Sin’s
sensual mouth parted into a big smile. “Well, I’ve certainly
been called worse. Demon. Incubus. Monster…”
She
felt dizzy. “No. This has got to be a joke. I…” She stopped
speaking when he pulled her into his arms and caressed kiss
after kiss along her throat.
Alana
shivered at the feel of his lips against her pulse. Sin
kisses left a trial of fire in its wake. A lush wetness
flooded her already soaked pussy. Trying to still a shudder
Alana tried to breath.
“Does
that feel like a joke to you, Alana?”
* * *
*
How
did this happen? How had she wound up in his arms, clinging
to him like her life depended upon it?
All
Alana knew for sure was that she had never been so enamored
with a man in her life. Never had she felt such attraction,
affection and kinship with anyone. Or any thing.
When Sin’s lips glided hungrily across the curve of her
throat, she responded enthusiastically, moving against him
as if she’d known him for years.
