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Title: Catching Sin
Author: J. Saman
Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, Suspense
Author: J. Saman
Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, Suspense
Maddox must be willing to risk his life if he wants to save mine.
I was under the devil’s thumb with no end in sight.
A play thing. A toy. A treasure easily forgotten.
Until Maddox Sinclair stepped into my club and made me promises even my tattered heart couldn’t refuse.
Sexy, arrogant, strong and brave, he fears no one and fights for everyone.
I should know better than to trust him. Half the time we want to rip each other’s clothes off. The other half we’re at each other’s necks.
But my devil isn’t easily thwarted.
He started this game with a master plan–one that makes me his ultimate pawn.
Deals have been made. Lives are at stake.
And when he finally comes for me, there is no escape.
He’s still staring at me, waiting for my reply to his offer for dinner, but suddenly, I’m not all that hungry. Well, not for food.
Unbuckling my seatbelt, I climb across the center console and into his lap, straddling him again, which seems to be my signature move where he’s concerned. Our clothes are soaked, my pants and shirt practically fusing to his.
“What are you doing?” he grinds out, his hands sliding to my hips, his head dropping back against his seat so he can take me in.
I look into his eyes, which isn’t all that easy in the darkness of the car. My back is shielding him from the glow of the dash and navigation and outside it’s a wild monsoon. But I can just see him enough and what I see . . . “I’m looking into your eyes, Mister Sinclair. Checking to see just what sort of man you are.”
The flash in his eyes tells me he remembers the first time I spoke those words to him in the back of the town car. “And what’s your verdict?”
“That you’re strong enough to fight your own battles and smart enough to win them.”
“What does that mean?”
“That I’m done fighting this.” My fingers rake through his short hair and I lean in, pressing my lips softly to his. I’ve never done this before. Never initiated a kiss. Hell, I’ve only ever kissed two boys in my life and that last one was when I was sixteen. That time didn’t end well for me. I’m hoping this is different. Maddox freezes, his body tensing and his hands clutching my hips just a bit harder. “Kiss me back, Maddox. Don’t make me beg you for it.” I will. I want this that badly.
“Fuck,” he growls, his face tilting to deepen the kiss as he tugs on my hips, pulling me closer into him. His lips part mine, his tongue sweeping in, devouring every inch of my mouth.
I surrender. I give in to him completely. Allow him to lead and consume me with his hands in my hair and up the back of my shirt. With his hard cock pressing against my most sensitive area, shooting sprays of electricity throughout my body.
I cup his face, loving the hint of roughness from his stubble against my palms, as I grind forward against him. I may be brand new at this. I may have never done anything more than kiss a guy, but I know how to move my body. I was taught by the best. And judging by the sounds slipping past his lips into mine, I’m doing it right.
We fit together so well. So perfectly aligned. This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for. All that angry passion between us bubbling beneath the surface explodes. We’re a mess. Wild and frantic. Teeth and hands and moans and tongues. It’s kissing the way I always imagined it would be. Full of unrestricted passion. I lose track of how long we kiss like this. It’s hours and days and I never want it to stop. He’s learning every inch of my mouth. Memorizing the way the brush of his tongue against mine makes me whimper. How the press of his lips against mine makes me dive in for more. Maddox is my drug. He’s my high. And I never want to come down.
“Isabel,” he groans against me, his arm snaking up the back of my shirt, his hand reaching out of my collar to grip my hair. He tugs down, forcing my head back, my neck to arch. His tongue glides up the column of my neck, nipping at my flesh as he goes. I shudder and shake, pressing his face deeper into me. “We’re playing with fire,” he breathes against me, causing gooseflesh to erupt in his wake.
“What’s the matter, Maddox? Afraid of getting burned?”
J. Saman loves all types of novels, but finds herself always going back to writing/reading romances. She's addicted to Diet Coke and sour candy, and swears way too much. She's an admitted lover of picking at old wounds, second chance romances, love triangles and the perfect amount of angst . She writes smart, strong women and sexy alpha (slightly nerdy) men who have a softer side.
