Dirty Sexy Sinner by Carly Phillips & Erika Wilde Page A

risqué.
    As they walked toward their cars, she gave him a sidelong glance. After everything she’d just learned about him, and the things she knew to be true and had already seen for herself, like his decency and his integrity, she posed a question that added to the lighthearted mood between them.
    “So, Jackson . . . I can’t decide if you’re a saint like your brother Clay or if you’re more the sinner type.”
    He slipped his hand into hers, grabbing it securely in his grip as he brought her thumb to his mouth and bit on the tip, just sharp enough to make her gasp in surprise. That nip also injected her entire body with lust.
    There was nothing saint-like about the heat in his eyes as he held her gaze. “Nobody’s ever called me a saint, and just because you might look at me and see Clay because we’re identical twins, I can assure you that doesn’t mean we share that trait.”
    Actually, when she looked at Jackson now, she no longer saw him as a cookie-cutter version of his brother as she had at first. Now that she knew him better, she saw him for a kind, caring individual struggling to come to terms with the bombshell he’d been dealt upon learning about his illegal adoption while trying to make amends with his brothers. This man walking beside her made Tara’s heart ache for everything that had been stolen from him, for the appalling childhood he’d endured, and how badly he wanted his siblings to accept him as one of their own.
    But she didn’t say any of that, because she didn’t want to dampen their enjoyable banter with something so serious.
    She grinned up at him as they reached her vehicle. “So, what you’re saying, then, is that you fall into the sinner category?”
    He released her hand and backed her up against the driver’s-side door, then braced his palms on either side of her shoulders, caging her between her car and his big, solid frame. He wasn’t touching her anywhere, yet she tingled all over. His body remained mere inches away, tempting and teasing her, and she was suddenly dying to feel it pressed hard against hers.
    “Let’s put it this way, sweetheart,” he drawled in a tone of voice that was infused with pure, illicit sex. “If you knew all the filthy, explicit things I’ve fantasized about doing to you, there would be no doubts in your mind that I’m a sinner in all the ways that matter.”
    Her breathing deepened, and she licked her bottom lip, nearly groaning when his gaze followed the slow slide of her tongue. Except for the two of them, it was deserted in the back parking area and dimly lit. They were standing between both of their cars, which blocked them from view from anyone driving by.
    She placed her hand on his hips, wishing it was his bare skin beneath her fingers and not the fabric of his shirt. “Tell me all the ways you want to sin with me,” she whispered, needing to hear every indecent detail.
    He moved his hands from her car, pressing them gently against the sides of her face and tipping her head back so he was looking directly into her eyes. “Sin number one revolves around this sweet, beautiful mouth of yours. I’ve dreamed about kissing it, wondered too many times to count how you’d taste deep inside.” His thumb skimmed along her damp bottom lip, tugging provocatively on the full flesh. “But that’s a mild fantasy compared to the one I have of fisting my hands in your hair and pushing you to your knees in front of me. Want to know what happens after that?”
    Those legs he just spoke of weakened, and she was grateful for the support of the vehicle behind her. Mimicking his words, Jackson’s fingers had already found their way into her hair, and she felt a distinct tug against her scalp as he wrapped the long strands around his hand. She felt the power and control in his grip, saw the glow of hunger in his eyes as he waited for her to answer.
    A shiver stole through her. “Yes, I want to know everything.” Her voice was so filled with