Sinner (The Hades Squad #1) by Jianne Carlo Read Free Book Online Page B

naked? Let him see her fat?
    “Being naked isn't the end of the world.”
    She crossed her arms. “I need clothes.” Another thought occurred to her, and she added, “You need clothes too.”
    He let out a loud belly laugh and then tweaked her nose. “I'll change your mind. I promise.”
    “I suppose you go to nude beaches.” She snatched the towel from the floor.
    “I have been, but it's not my thing, and I'd never let you go to one, not even if I'm with you. For one, there's no way any other man's getting a glimpse of you naked, and with cell phones and Facebook not to mention Twitter. It's way too dangerous.” He took the bath sheet from her and wrapped the soft terry around her body. “Clothes it is, then. I get to choose what you wear.”
    “Fine, then I can choose what you wear.”
    A one-sided smile quirked his mouth. “Choice of sweats or my fatigues, Destiny. Or the towel?” He waggled both brows.
    She glanced at the ceiling and prayed for patience.
    They argued over his choice.
    “I'll be cold.” She eyed the bra-and-pantie set he'd chosen. One of her wilder Internet lingerie purchases, a hot pink transparent demi bra with a matching crotch-slit thong.
    “Have you ever worn this before?”
    “If you must know, no. It was an impulse buy, and I didn't know about the crotchless pantie.”
    “Tell you what—you can wear this robe I found over it.” He handed her a long, auburn silk robe. “You do get cold quickly.”
    He'd noticed she had a tendency to have cold fingers, toes, and nose? The implied thoughtfulness made her feel oddly pleased. She curled the robe over one hand and started to walk to the bathroom.
    “Uh-uh, Destiny.” Linc shook his head and folded his arms. “I dress you.”
    “What?” The snapped question came out on a squeal.
    She wanted to smack the grin he wore off his face.
    “Lose the towel,” he commanded.
    Cripes, she wanted to obey him so badly. Destiny liked his being in charge, making her do things she'd never do on her own.
    You can do this. You'll never have to face him after this week.
    After a couple of minutes of staring at the paisley cream and wine oval rug in front of the bed, she swallowed and unclenched her fingers from the terry fabric.
    “That's my doll,” he coaxed, taking one step and then hauling her into his arms. “Wasn't so bad, was it? To get naked in front of your man? Feel me, Destiny. I've been aching and hard since I regained consciousness. But I know you're sore, and you need time. I'll never consciously hurt you. Your needs come before mine. Got that?”
    Destiny had never felt so safe, so cozy, so protected. She nodded, then rubbed her cheek on his chest, relishing the way the soft hairs decorating his pecs tickled her skin, greedy to smell him, taste him. A little living dangerously couldn't hurt. She licked his breastbone, smiling at the slight brine tingling her taste buds.
    He groaned and hugged her closer. Emboldened, Destiny suckled his dark nipple, running her tongue over the tight point, taking it between her teeth.
    “Jesus, Destiny.” Linc pushed her away, his fingers circling her arms. “Stand still now.” He dropped to one knee, caught the edge of the pink thong with his mouth and grinned up at her, his eyes dancing and glowing brown, the emerald vanishing when his pupils dilated. He tapped her ankle, and she lifted her foot, steadying herself by resting a hand on his shoulder. A light graze on the other shin. She obeyed the implied directive, and he slipped the underwear over her foot.
    When his hands left her legs to cup her bottom and he buried his face in her pussy, she dug her fingers into his shoulder. “Linc.”
    “My Destiny.”
    He spoke against her clit, and the reverberations of his deep voice together with his slurping tongue made her knees go soft. She fell onto the mattress, legs splayed in invitation. He pressed a kiss on her belly, levered the thong up her calves and thighs, all the while locked on her