Can't Stop the Feeling (Sinclair Sisters 2)

When she’d finished, she looked at him expectantly as he tried to decide whether to react honestly or to go for something vague and neutral that wouldn’t get him killed in his sleep.

“Well?” she demanded. “What did you think?”

“I can honestly say that I’ve never heard anything like that before.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “And is that good, or bad?”

“Well, it was an experience, that’s for sure.” He paused before throwing caution to the wind. “That high note you hit was almost out of human range. I’m fairly certain there are dogs in Campbeltown howling right now, trying to get to you. I especially liked the Middle Eastern, Indian, Martian thing you had going on with the scales. Most people stick to do, ri, me, but you had the guts to try something different, and I applaud it.”

“That is just mean.” She frowned at him, but her eyes were dancing. “I have a good mind to—”

“What? Beat me with your teeny-tiny baby fists?”

“That’s it!”

She shoved him hard, right in the middle of his chest. He presumed she was trying to topple him back off the bench. All she did was make him laugh.

“Stop laughing when I’m attacking you,” she snapped, which made him laugh harder.

Before he realised what she was doing, her fingers latched onto his nipple and she twisted.

“Argh! That hurts. Stop it.” He grabbed her hands.

“How’s that for a wee tiny baby hand?” she said triumphantly.

It was like wrestling with a kitten. “How would you like it if I twisted your nipple?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, they both stilled. Donna’s eyes darkened, and the tip of her tongue flicked out to wet her lips.

“You drive me crazy,” he told her.

He didn’t wait for an answer, he just cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his.

***

Kissing Duncan was even better than eating bacon. Her two vices had a lot in common: they were hard to resist and bad for her heart. Unfortunately, when she was indulging, she found she didn’t care about the consequences. She only cared about how wonderful it felt right then, and she never wanted it to end.

Duncan’s kiss wasn’t timid, and there was no hesitation. He held her firmly, moved her where he needed her to be, and took what he wanted—while giving far more in return. With previous men, there had always been a part of her that she held back, worrying about what she should be doing and if she was doing things right. Not with Duncan. With him, there was no anxiety about the act—he made it very clear what he wanted—and all she had to do was relax and let him take her where he wanted her to go.

It wa

s bliss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his fingers grasped her hair, using it to angle her mouth the way he wanted. She moaned against his lips, deciding confidence was sexier than looks any day of the year. Although, God hadn’t skimped with looks when it came to Duncan either, which meant she got the best of everything.

“You taste like heaven,” he said against her mouth, before his tongue delved deep—tasting, learning, teasing, dominating.

Her bones turned to jelly in his arms as her mind spiralled in a tornado of desire. She felt light-headed. Her skin ultra-sensitive. The world around them faded until it was just the two of them, locked in a sensual cocoon.

A hand slid under her top and skimmed up her back, sending shivers of sensation in its wake. She moaned and pressed closer to him, feeling the strength of his chest and arms enfold her. Feeling safe and protected. As though he’d made a place for her where she could let go completely, never fearing, because he would be there to watch over her. It was a heady delight that captured her senses.

She felt like she was falling into him, losing herself in him. The mundane details of life that forced her to attend to them, to focus on them, and the things that kept her chained to the world—they all disappeared, leaving only sensation. The sound of their breaths merging, the taste of his lips and tongue, and the rasp of his teeth. The scent of musk, and hunger, and need.

Her skin felt hot. Like she was flying too close to the sun. She was soaring, losing herself in his kiss. In the touch on her back. In the pressure of his hand in her hair. She was losing herself in Duncan.

“If you two don’t stop it, I’m gonna fetch a bucket of water and pour it over you.”

The words jerked Donna out of her daze, and she clung to Duncan. Feeling confused and vulnerable. His arms tightened around her as his body tensed and surrounded her, protecting her from whoever had spoken.