He pulled his fingers from my clenching sex and I opened my mouth to scream at him to put them back but his words interrupted me.
“Would you do it again? Seduce a taken man, give him your sweet pussy and let him make you his?” he asked.
The blunt edge of his erection brushed against me and I bucked back against my bonds in a desperate attempt to get him inside me. I was so close to orgasming. All I needed was one of those beautiful gusts of his cool breath against my heat and I would have shattered.
“Don’t make me ask you again.”
Slap, slap.
I groaned raggedly, too aroused to worry if I sounded sexy or not.
“Yes
!” I hissed. “I would do it again, and again and –” My litany was cut off with a hoarse shout as he thrust inside me to the hilt.
My sightless world erupted in pinwheels of brilliant color as I fell completely into the darkness, free falling past the bold shards of my devastating desire. I vaguely felt Sinclair’s fingers tighten on my hips, his length dragging deliciously, almost too roughly against my firing nerve endings and his almost silent shout of release before I blacked out.
Chapter Thirteen.
I fidgeted in my chair, trying to take the pressure off my pleasantly sore backside. Though the chairs in the café were padded, I could still feel the warm pain and each movement I made forced my thoughts back to last night, to the things Sinclair had done to me.
I looked up from my half eaten bagel to find him staring at me with a raised brow from across the table. He was speaking with Richard Denman and Robert Corbett about the resort they were in the process of securing, a place twenty minutes down the beach that had been abandoned due to financial strain. Sinclair had shown me pictures yesterday and I had to agree with his instincts; the thick slice of land right on the white sand beach was well worth the price.
I took a sip of my latte and deliberately allowed the foam to kiss my top lip. As I watched him, my tongue made a slow sweep across my mouth. His other eyebrow joined the first, marring his usually fathomless expression. I laughed softly and broke eye contact, turning to the left to see Candy observing us. Immediately, I ducked my head and fought the blush crawling across my skin.
Her hand found mine on my thigh and squeezed lightly. “You look as though you’ve enjoyed your trip, Elle.”
“I have, very much.” I nodded but refused to meet her eye.
There was no doubt in my mind that she knew about my holiday affair with Sinclair but I didn’t want to make her anymore uncomfortable with the knowledge of it.
“So has Sinclair.”
She nodded her head towards the Frenchman now locked in a heated debate with Duncan Wright. Well, Duncan was heated, speaking animatedly with his hands while his mouth twisted around his frustrated words. Sinclair just sat there with his hands placed loosely on the table, posture straight but professional, not hostile under Duncan’s anxious focus. I scoured his face for clues and found nothing but calm.
“You leave tomorrow, right?” Candy continued and finally I turned to her. “Time flies.”
I tried to breath through the sudden depression gripping my throat and shrugged. “It will be good to get home.”
“Uh-huh.” She slanted me a long look, waiting for me to say something more. When I didn’t, she sighed and turned fully to face me. “Listen, I’ve been working this whole trip and I’d love to take a break to do some shopping. Would you go to town with me this afternoon?”
Immediately, my eyes sought Sinclair. He had mentioned going to the failing resort to take a look around with some building inspectors and Richard Denman, who I found out was a revered architect from Chicago. I had been invited along but after learning that Margot would be there, I had begged off.
“It will be fun,” Candy trilled. “I promise.”
I laughed at my hesitation and shook my head to clear it of the Frenchman. I had no obligation to Sinclair, he was busy and though I should have been photographing I figured I could do that in town.
“I would love to.”
Candy nodded curtly. “Good.”
I had my purse and my camera so we decided to head out right after breakfast but I lingered overlong, trying to get a private moment to say goodbye to Sinclair. I knew it would only be a few hours until I saw him next but being away from him still made me slightly anxious. I groaned into my hand. God, I had it bad.
“What are you moaning about?” His trademark small smile brightened his handsome face as he looked down on me. “Personally, I can’t think of anything to bemoan. I am in Mexico on a beautiful day the morning after sleeping with a gorgeous woman.”
His words wooed me and I stepped closer to him, so that we were almost pressed together. I knew the others stood just to the side but Sinclair didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his grin widened and he pressed my hips to his with a firm hand on my lower back.
“You’ll miss me this afternoon.”