The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

if to check my pulse. “Even in a room full of people, I can’t
seem to take my mind o you.”
“You didn’t seem to have me on your mind when you
were in her room.”
“Who says you weren’t on my mind?” he ran his hand
higher, to my jaw, his thumb just over my bottom lip. “Who
says you weren’t the reason I stopped anything from
happening?”
“Did you?” I swallowed.
He licked his lips. “Would it matter to you?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know,” I whispered. “It shouldn’t.”
“Tell me, Adeline.” He ran the tip of his nose along my
cheek until he reached my ear. I forgot how to breathe. “Why
do I want you this much? Why would I leave my own party
and go into town just to find you? Why would one date with
you, one we didn’t even fuck in, make me think about you
every waking moment of my life?”
“Is any of that true?”
“Would you kiss me if it was?” He pulled back and his
eyes searched mine. “Would you let me touch you
underneath that dress?”
“Maybe.” I licked my lips, tilting my face higher, hoping
he’d press his lips against mine.
“Maybe?” The side of his mouth pulled up. He brought
his other hand over the valleys of my breasts and stroked
with his long fingers, over the hump of my right, dipping in
between them and pulling it out slowly, and over the hump
of my left. “Would you let me pull down your bodice and put
my mouth on you?”
“Are you going to do it or just stand here and talk about
it?” I was panting, needy, as I pushed myself onto him.
“What good would it be?” He leaned back in, pressing his
lips against my neck. “To start something we don’t have
time to finish?”