The Affair (The Evolution of Sin 1)

His thick, dark eyelashes rested on his sharp cheeks, casting long shadows over his dusky gold skin. He wasn’t too tanned yet but there was a depth to the color of his skin that suggested his forefathers had been something other than white and his hair was a richer shade of mahogany than I had ever seen. My throat ached from his beauty.

His eyes fluttered open and I froze under his brilliant gaze. “What are you looking at?”

“You,” I said simply. “

I love the way you look.”

His smile moved slowly across his face, tilting his firm lips and creasing the corners of his eyes with crow’s feet. “Let me take you on an adventure tomorrow.”

I laughed at his abrupt change of direction and the boyish glee in his eyes. “An adventure?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of an adventure?”

“One that is a surprise.”

I looked down at him with wide eyes, delighted by his carefree mood. “And if I don’t like surprises?”

His shrug dislodged me slightly from the side of his body and he was quick to tuck me back into his arm, pressing my head gently against his chest once more. “You’ll like this one.”

I didn’t doubt it and as an unattractive yawn completely distorted my features, I wondered sleepily if it was possible for me to dislike anything about this man.

“Sleep,” he encouraged, a hand smoothing over my hair. “I’ll wake you up in the morning when it’s time to go.”

I snuggled closer to him and wondered if I had ever been happier. It was silly, I knew, to think such things when I only had another five days with him but it was hard to ground myself in reality when Sinclair could show me such wicked fantasies. As sleep descended, I remembered the girlfriend waiting at home for him and my heart jerked uncomfortably. It didn’t matter if I was emotionally battered at the end of the affair, I would let him go back to his partner and I would move to New York with no regrets. But even as dreams began to flicker behind my closed lids, I knew that wouldn’t be the case.

Chapter Eight.

I woke up slowly, stretching my arms over my head and twisting my hips to work the kinks out of my lower body as I groaned into awareness. Without opening my eyes, I smiled because I knew what had wakened me.

“Hi,” I said softly.

Rough tipped fingers traced the side of my face and when I opened my eyes Sinclair was looking down on me. “Elle, are you ready for our adventure?”

I smiled welcomingly at him from under my lashes and gently pushed the duvet back in order to expose my breasts, which instantly drew tight in the cool air. “I had a different adventure in mind.”

He shook his head and his voice was almost sad when he replied but I could tell he was pleased with me too. “I’ve unleashed a monster.”

I pouted playfully. “That doesn’t sound very flattering.”

“A siren then.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, already fully dressed in a thick light blue sweater that complimented his eyes and white linen shorts. His overlong hair was still damp from the shower and his fragrance drifted over me, rich and manly.

My mouth watered just looking at him. Though I was slightly sore, my sex clenched at the thought of being with him again. And again.

His eyes sparked on the fire in my gaze but he only shook his head again and moved off the bed, walking away into the bathroom. “We have to leave in twenty minutes. You’re welcome to have a shower here and we can swing by your room on our way out.”

As much as the idea of a shower in his room, preferably with him, appealed to me, it made more sense for me to return to my room in order to shower and change. When I told him so he nodded and patted my bottom as I walked past him to dress.

“Meet me in the lobby in fifteen. Wear something comfortable,” he ordered over his shoulder before leaving the bedroom.

I walked back to my room in a state of hyper awareness, as if my happiness was magnifying my senses. My bare feet kissed the cool marble floor of the lobby and the soft skirt of my dress swished over my tingling thighs. Despite the lack of sleep, I was awake and eager for more.

Sinclair consumed my thoughts as I peeled off my party clothes and stepped into the shower. The hot water stung the sensitive skin between my legs but the pounding spray massaged my aching muscles.

I was amazed by the way he had undressed my conservatism, laid bare the heart of my sexuality. With Mark, I had been awkward and bumbling under his sweetness and it was a revelation to have someone so confident and experienced drive the action. I thought about the way he had ordered me to bend over, commanded me to orgasm. I shuddered at the memory as I lathered my hair with my honey-scented shampoo. His cool words echoed in my head and a resulting tightness in my gut belied my attraction to his controlling nature.