I moaned and pressed my hips against his but he only laughed and lightly bit my chin. His tongue swept across my pouting bottom lip. “Tell me.”
“Kiss me,” I begged shamelessly.
The elevator pinged and before I could capture his lips, he was pulling me gently from the wall. My legs were less than steady as I followed him from the elevator into his palatial suite. He must have called ahead because the lights were dimmed and soft, Latin music wafted through the room on the sweet smelling breeze from the open French doors.
“I even get music?” I looked over my shoulder at him where he lingered by the door. “I’m a lucky girl.”
My teasing smile faltered slightly when I saw the depth of intensity in his eyes. He came slowly towards me, walking with long, predatory steps. I didn’t realize I held my breath until he was in front of me and his knuckles skimmed my cheek.
“You deserve much more than music.” His voice was quiet and slightly forced, as if the admission cost him. “Flowers, and jewels and romance.”
I pressed his lingering hand to my cheek and murmured, “I just want you.”
He stared at me intently and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if he would continue our holiday affair. It made me aware of how very much I wanted it.
“I’ll hurt you.”
He wasn’t being arrogant and honestly, I couldn’t say that I would emerge completely unscathed from our romance. I wasn’t the kind of woman to sleep around and I had only ever been romantically in
volved with one, very sweet man who was just as naïve as me. And Sinclair was not naïve. He was coolly confident, full of smoky secrets and sexy as hell.
“I’ll forgive you,” I assured him but he remained frozen before me, the only sign of his desire the burning light in his lightening blue eyes.
So, I took matters into my own shaky hands. I stepped closer until his arousal was pressed into my belly. On my tiptoes, I planted an open mouthed kiss on his fragrant neck, sucking lightly at the skin before scraping my teeth across it. His entire body tightened with need and I smiled across his throat, emboldened by his reaction. My hands smoothed down his smooth stomach, trailing the deep V leading to my final destination. He sucked in a sharp breath when my fingers wrapped firmly around his erection. He was long and thick in my hand and I wondered how he would react if I dropped to my knees to take him in my mouth again. Just remembering how he had tasted made heat unfurl deep in my belly. I squeezed him harder and he groaned.
I squeaked when he moved suddenly, plucking me from the ground. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around his waist and his hand cupped my bottom. He tilted my head in order to plunder my mouth with long, bold strokes of his tongue. His teeth gently nipped my bottom lip but he tongue soothed over the small pain before I could register it.
He carried us to the bedroom and placed me on the edge of the bed. I watched from under my lashes as he crouched before me in order to slip off my shoes. His eyes found mine as he cradled my foot and ran his teeth along my instep, placed a kiss bellow my ankle. I shivered and tried to reach for him, desperate to have him on me, in me, any part of him but most specifically the appendage straining violently at his grey trousers.
He tugged my hand so that I was standing and then turned me so that I was facing away from him. His fingers found the center zipper of my dress and slowly tugged it down. The sound of yielding fabric had never been so erotic and when his tongue lightly traced the path of the parting dress, I sighed in warm arousal. Only when the dress was pooled at my feet did he press himself against my back. His erection rested against the crest of my bottom and I wiggled back against him. He nipped at my earlobe as a warning. This was his seduction and with only a brief moment of hesitation, I yielded myself to his direction. When I became pliant against him, he growled his appreciation and his hands trailed up my stomach to cup my breasts through my bra.
“You have amazing breasts.” His voice was hot against my neck and I dropped my head against his chest, giving him full access to them. “You would blush, knowing all the things I want to do to these.”
I did flush as one hand deftly undid my bra and I shrugged my shoulders so that it slid down my arms. His warm palms against my bare flesh seared my delicate skin and made me gasp. His fingers circled my nipples, so close but not touching. I arched them into his palms but he only chuckled darkly. “You seem so quiet and prim but I knew the moment I had you naked under my hands you would come to life. A siren.”
His fingers finally found my nipples and pinched firmly. I moaned and pressed my bum hard against his arousal. Too soon, his palms left me, trailing down my hips to grab the sides of my underwear. He pulled them down slowly, descending to his knees as he did so. I felt vulnerable naked and faced away from him as I was. I could feel his eyes on my bare posterior and the conservative Giselle protested.
“Bend over, place your forearms on the mattress.” Sinclair’s voice was hypnotic and I swayed under his persuasion, my bashfulness banished by his sinuous tone.
I did as he asked without hesitation even though I was now open to him. Oddly, it didn’t feel clinical or even embarrassing. It was sexy to present myself to his gaze and I knew by the way his breath hitched that he was profoundly impacted by the display. One finger reached out and ran lightly from the top of my buttocks down to my wet sex. I shuddered at the forbidden sensation.
“You look gorgeous like this.” His voice was mumbled slightly as he leaned close to me. “Pink and wet and open for me. This is what you need.”
I groaned my admittance and wiggled my backside slightly, encouraging him to explore further. His gentle laugh, more an exhalation than anything, fanned across my aching core before he pressed a chaste kiss to my right cheek. His hands caressed the round orbs firmly and moved down my thighs to lightly skim the backs of my knees. My legs shook and almost failed me.
He continued to kiss my rump, now planting open-mouthed kisses down the inside of my thighs, closer and closer to my dripping core. I whimpered as he sucked on the tender skin beside the apex of my thighs.
“Sinclair.” My voice was breathless, needy. I barely recognized myself. “Please.”
“Please what?” Cool air blew gently against my overheating sex and I pushed my bottom backwards, shamelessly hoping to connect with his mouth.
“Touch me.” I knew what he wanted. He was pushing me to voice my desires, to explicitly describe my needs. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time to hear my voice beg him for contact. “Please, put your mouth on me.”
“Good girl.” There was a smile in his voice but my excitement at pleasing him was soon overtaken by the bold sweep of his tongue against my core.
I cried out loudly and my legs shook as he pushed two fingers inside me and began pumping them slowly in and out. One hand found my lower back and pushed it down so that I was arched up, even more exposed, my legs further apart to balance myself. His lips found my clit and gently sucked.
I yelled into the duvet as my climax bloomed, building and building until I thought I would die.