HER POV
He didn’t rush.
He never did when it came to me.
Sean stripped like he was giving a show he knew I’d never forget. His belt slid out of the loops with a hiss. His shirt clung to his abs before he pulled it off, revealing every shadow, every scar carved into his body like proof of sins past.
And that bulge in his jeans?
Criminal.
He saw the way I looked at it—at him.
And smirked.
“Want your reward, sweetheart?”
I bit my lip and nodded, already breathless.
He climbed onto the bed, slow and heavy, and dragged me under him with a hand on my waist.
“You did so good,” he whispered, brushing his mouth along my cheek. “You lied for me. Protected me. Let me f**k the guilt right out of you.”
I shivered.
He kissed down my neck, stopping at my collarbone to bite gently.
Then low
