Taylor

I wanted to believe him, but I didn't.

"How do you see me?" I asked, wanting him to convince me that he didn't see me like everyone else did when they found out about my past.

He took another step closer and I held my breath. Being so close to him was enough to have a physical effect on my body and I looked up at him.

"When I look at you, I see someone who is strong and fearless," he whispered to me as his intense gaze held mine. "There aren't many girls who see what they want and go for it."

He smiled at me and I felt my heart flutter.

"No one has ever asked me to take advantage of them like you did," he revealed with his smile widening. I let my gaze drop from his as I took a deep breath. His fingers lifted my chin so I'd look at him.

"I see a beautiful girl who is just as beautiful on the inside," he added, all smiles gone. "Finding out about your past has made me understand you better, but it hasn't changed the fact that I wanted you then and I still want you now."

That was the moment that I fell head over heels for my tattooed bad-boy. There was no going back; he had my heart and there was nothing I could do to change that.

His eyes flickered down to my lips and back to my eyes.

"Show me," I whispered as I ran my tongue along my bottom lip.

He'd hurt me badly when he'd brushed me off, but despite that and the fact that he was probably going to break my heart, I needed this. There would be no forever with him, but I wanted every little moment I could still have with him. I needed him to look at me like I was the beautiful girl he wanted so badly, not the crazy chick who had landed in the loony bin after witnessing the horror of her parents' murder.

He leaned closer and I felt his breath against my cheek. I closed my eyes for a moment and savored the way it made me feel.

When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me with an intensity I'd never seen before and for the first time since he'd found out about my past, he didn't look at me the way that reminded me about my parents' murder and my time when I'd been battling against my own mind. His hands settled on my hips and I held my breath in anticipation.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered just before his lips touched mine. The touch was so gentle, but it still made my stomach flip and I gripped his arms.

The fact that Matthew was waiting downstairs should have pulled me away, but it didn't. His lips moved against mine gently as my hands ran along his arms and wrapped around his neck.

I felt the light touch of his tongue against my bottom lip and I groaned. My lips opened slightly and it was enough of an invitation for his tongue to slip inside my mouth and tangle with mine. His arms wrapped around my waist and he held me closer and deepened the kiss. I felt my toes curl as he assaulted my senses and his tongue caressed mine.

Slowly, he walked me back until I felt his bed against the back of my knees. Gently, like I was a precious package that he didn't want to break, he laid me down on his bed. For a few moments, he stood letting his gaze caress me. The look of want was unmistakable in his eyes.

I reached for him as he knelt down on the bed and then covered my body with his. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he settled between my open legs. He kissed me hard and he ground his hips against mine. His need for me was evident. I kissed him back as he continued to rock against me. The ache between my legs grew as I breathed hard. He kissed me hard one last time before he pulled free and, for a moment, I felt disappointed that he was putting a stop to it. But with relief I realized he was pulling his shirt over his head.

My eyes feasted over his perfectly defined body and he knelt on a knee beside me. I sat up and he reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. The discarded piece of clothing hit the floor as he stood and began to unbutton his jeans, his gaze promising me what I wanted and needed. His jeans dropped and he kicked them off. I lay back as he unzipped my jeans and I lifted my hips to help him pull them off me. Only our underwear was left as a barrier between us while the warmth of his body covered mine. I cupped his face as he pressed his body against mine.

For a moment his eyes held mine, and in that moment it was just about the two of us, and what we were sharing. Slowly I lifted my lips to his and gently kissed him. Our soft and tender kiss became more heated as our bodies ground together. He pulled away and he gripped my panties and pulled them off. I lifted up just slightly so his fingers could work the clasp of my bra. He pulled it off me and I lay back.

His eyes drifted over my nakedness and I didn't want to cover up. I didn't feel shy. He made me feel beautiful. He kissed me hard and then trailed his lips along my jaw, nipping and licking gently. I gasped as he drove me to the edge, keeping me there. My nipples pebbled as I waited in anticipation. He didn't keep me waiting. His mouth closed over one nipple as his fingers gently tweaked the other. Feeling more confident, I pushed him down onto his back and he smiled at me. I trailed kisses down his body. I'd never given a guy a blow job and I was curious.

Sin lay back and put his hands under his head. I started with gentle touches of my tongue and Sin tensed beneath me. I took him into my mouth and I felt his hand thread through my hair. It took me a few tries and the tensing of his body beneath me told me when I was doing it right.

"I can't take much more," he told me hoarsely as he pushed me back onto my back.

He reached for a foil packet and tore it with his teeth. Once the protection was on, he kissed me as he settled in between my legs. His hand trailed down my thigh as my leg wrapped around his waist again. He kissed me as he pushed into me. I held onto his shoulder as he began to move inside of me. The tempo was slow and deliberate.

I gasped as the tempo increased and he covered my mouth with his. He pushed against my body, trying to bury as much as he could inside of me. The ache inside me built up until he thrust inside of me and I exploded. The waves of the orgasm were still convulsing through me when I felt him push into me and stiffen.

For me it hadn't been just gratifying sex, it had been more than that. It had been sharing something special with the guy I'd fallen in love with. Afterward, he leaned his forehead against mine, both of us still breathing hard. He kissed me before he got up and went into the bathroom. When he came back into the room, he lay down on the bed and I snuggled up beside him.

He held me in his arms and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I lay my head against his chest and I wrapped my arm around his waist. There had been a few times in the past few days that I thought I'd never feel the warmth of his body against mine again and I was content to just enjoy it even though I knew it wasn't going to last. I ignored the pain in my heart when I thought I was losing him.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked softly.

There was no way I could tell him what I was thinking. Sin didn't want to hear that I'd just fallen in love with him and that I wanted more than he was ever going to be able to give me.

"Not much." I let the little white lie roll off my tongue.

Sin squeezed me closer for a moment before he moved so he could lay on his side, facing me.

"Thank you for telling me your story," he whispered as he trailed his fingers along my cheek.

"I needed you to understand why I didn't want anyone to find out about it," I explained. "It was bad enough going through what I did but doing it under the watchful eye of the press was traumatic. It didn't just affect me. I put Connor through hell. Not only did he lose both of our parents, he lost me for a while and he fought hard to get me back."

It was the reason why I let him get away with so much when it came to meddling in my life, but I'd drawn the line when it had come to Sin.

"My parents had left us some money, but my brother worked hard to make sure he had the money to send me to the best shrinks and get me the best help money could buy."

It was still hard to talk about that time in my life. Sometimes I wished I could wipe it from my memory, but life didn't work that way.