She hated that he felt that way about himself. Hated it with every breath in her body. She needed him to know he was more than what his family had taught him to believe he was. She saw so much more in him. She always had. She saw the good.

She closed her mouth over that pulsing, velvety head and sucked hard, her fist tightening around the thick shaft because his hand curved around hers and clamped down. It was sexy. Hot. His hips rose just a little. Just enough to know he liked what she was doing to him. A low groan escaped his mouth. Guttural. Sexy.

“Then you see her driving up in her convertible, sexy hair, fuck-me eyes, body made in heaven. She looks at you like you’re the only fucking man in the world. Those eyes. Looking. Seeing something else beside a killer. Seeing a man. So hungry for him. You know you shouldn’t touch that. You know, but there she is. The damn world right in front of you. Making you see yourself as a man, as something worthwhile, not the fucking killer they shaped you into.”

She couldn’t stand it. His voice was so raw with truth, with what he believed of himself and of her, and he made her out to be something so special, so perfect to him she wanted to cry. Instead she did her best to show him what he meant to her. That she’d dreamt of him. Of being with him exactly like this. In his bed. Giving him something special, a gift from her to him.

“Dios, baby. That’s right. Right there. Fucking heaven. I knew you’d be heaven. That mouth of yours.”

Her gaze jumped to his face. He was staring down at her, his eyes hooded. Sensual. Filled with lust and something else entirely. Something warm and soft and beautiful. Her heart nearly stopped beating and then began to pound. She didn’t stop, her mouth moving on him, her tongue sliding up and over him. Dancing. Licking. Mouth engulfing. All the while she looked into his eyes.

His breath exploded out of him. His face darkened. He was beautiful. Gorgeous. Hers. Power was a heady thing, and she knew she was getting to him. His voice changed subtly. That smooth, velvet rasp became a little more hoarse. A little harsher.

“I know better. I know you’re too damned good for me, but there you are. And I’m not man enough to send you on your way because you’re the reason I survived that shit. You’re the reason I stayed alive and protected my sister. You’re the reason, Siena.”

Her heart beating hard, melting at the things he told her, she sucked hard and fluttered her tongue against the underside of that crown. His breath left his lungs. She heard it as her tongue swirled, shaping him, caressing him. Exploring. Taking her time.