Four Of A Kind - Chapter 187: [4.5] The First of Many

Chapter 187: [4.5] The First of Many

“It’s a little funny,” I countered. “Your mother is going to murder me and bury my body where no one will find it.”

“Probably.” Sabrina didn’t sound particularly concerned about this.

I sobered quickly as another thought hit me. “Your sisters are going to kill me too. Especially after tonight.”

Sabrina traced patterns on my chest with her fingertip. “They might try.”

“This is insane. You know that, right? This whole situation is completely insane.”

“And yet here we are.” Her finger stopped right over my heart. “Tell me something, Isaiah. Do you regret kissing Vivienne tonight?”

The question felt like a test. “No.”

“Do you regret kissing me just now?”

“No.”

“What about whatever happened with Cassidy in her room earlier?”

I hesitated. “How did you—”

“I know everything that happens in this house.” She said it without arrogance, just simple fact. “Answer the question.”

“No,” I admitted. “I don’t regret that either.”

Sabrina nodded like I’d confirmed something she already knew. “That’s what I thought.”

She leaned down and kissed me again, slower this time, more thorough. Her tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I opened for her without hesitation. Her hand slipped under my t-shirt, cool fingers mapping the skin of my stomach and chest.

I groaned into her mouth as her nails scraped lightly down my torso. This was such a bad idea. Catastrophically bad. But with Sabrina Valentine straddling me, her hair falling around us and her mouth doing sinful things to mine, I couldn’t make myself care.

I slid my hands up her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her nightshirt. Sabrina shivered at my touch, a reaction so genuine it surprised me. She always seemed so controlled, so above normal human responses.

“You don’t have to be so careful,” she murmured against my lips. “I won’t break.”

I tightened my grip, pulling her closer, and was rewarded with a soft gasp. My hands found the bare skin of her lower back where her shirt had ridden up, and I traced the line of her spine, feeling goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch.

“Isaiah,” she breathed my name like a prayer.

That single word, in her voice, undid something in me. I flipped our positions, pressing Sabrina into the mattress. Her eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with heat. I caught her lips with mine, kissing her with all the confusion and frustration and desire that had been building since I walked into the Valentine mansion three weeks ago.

Sabrina responded immediately, arms wrapping around my neck, body arching up to meet mine. Her legs parted, allowing me to settle between them, bringing us flush against each other with nothing but thin pajamas between us.

The contact sent electricity racing up my spine. I pulled back just enough to look at her face—flushed cheeks, parted lips, purple eyes watching me with an intensity that made my heart hammer against my ribs.

Sabrina’s fingers traced my collarbone, then lower, following the line of my chest down to my stomach. “I want you, Isaiah,” she said simply. “Not even when I should.”

Her hand slipped lower, fingers playing with the waistband of my pants, and rational thought became a distant memory.

“Your mother—”

“Isn’t here.”

“Your sisters—”

“Aren’t in this room.”

I pressed my forehead against hers, trying to find some sanity in the hurricane of want sweeping through me. “I’m trying to be responsible here.”

“Why start now?” Sabrina’s lips quirked into a smirk.

“Because your family could destroy me with a phone call,” I reminded her. “Because I have Iris to think about.”

At the mention of my sister, Sabrina’s expression softened. “I know.” Her hands moved to safer territory, cupping my face. “I’m not asking for forever, Isaiah. I’m not even asking for tomorrow. I’m just asking for tonight.”

The sincerity in her voice caught me off guard. Sabrina Valentine didn’t do vulnerability. She didn’t expose herself, didn’t show her cards. Yet here she was, looking up at me with those purple eyes, letting me see something real.

“And what happens in the morning?” I asked.

Sabrina’s thumb traced my bottom lip. “We’ll figure it out.”

“That’s not a plan.”

“Not everything needs a plan, Isaiah.” She pulled me down until our lips were almost touching.

“Sometimes you just need to feel.”

Sabrina’s lips found mine again, more insistent this time. Not gentle exploration but clear intent. My brain kept screaming that this was a terrible idea while my body argued very convincingly that it was the best idea ever.

“Now you know how my lips feel on you,” she whispered, her breath hot against my mouth.

I laughed despite myself. “Pretty sure I already knew that.”

“Not like this.” She nipped at my bottom lip, sending sparks down my spine. “Not when I’m not holding back.”

Fuck. Sabrina Valentine not holding back was something else entirely. Her hands slid under my shirt again, fingernails dragging lightly across my skin. I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my throat.

“You like that,” she observed, something like victory in her voice.

“Your deduction skills are unparalleled.”

She sat up slightly, taking my hands in hers. Those purple eyes locked on mine as she brought my right hand to her mouth. “Let’s try something else.”

Before I could ask what she meant, she took my thumb between her lips. The warm, wet heat of her mouth closed around it as her tongue swirled around the pad. My entire body went rigid.

Holy. Shit.

She sucked gently, her eyes never leaving mine, watching my reaction. I couldn’t look away from the sight—Sabrina Valentine with her wine-red hair cascading around her shoulders, her purple eyes half-lidded, her lips wrapped around my thumb.

When she released it with a soft pop, she smiled. “Now you know this sensation too.”

“Jesus,” I muttered, my voice embarrassingly rough. “What are you doing to me?”

“Research.” Her smile turned wicked.

“I wonder how many first sensations we can experience tonight?”