I could feel the bunch and pull of the steely muscles under his skin as he moved under me and I followed the tapered V of his abdomen to my prize. His arousal pressed into his stomach and when I slid a thumb over his tip, it was wet with desire. I moaned as I leaned down to lap it off him and his thighs under my palms flexed in reaction. I was beginning to think there was nothing I craved more than the intimacy and the power that came with having him in my mouth.
I had never gone down on Mark. He had respected my reticence in doing so and the only time I had before was with Christopher. My mind contracted around his name and I forcibly shoved it out of my head but not before I tensed over Sinclair.
Sensing my distraction, he gently pulled me to the side and turned to lie beside me on the opposite end of the bed from the pillows. He licked his lips as he settled against me, slipping an arm under my head to support me and my eyes followed the path of his firm mouth. I leaned in to kiss him but he pulled slightly at my shoulders so that I couldn’t.
“What happened?” he asked, his voice was still pure sex but a flicker of concern wavered in those expressive eyes.
I shrugged. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Anger clamped down on his features, turning his face into that distant, cold mask. “I’m not going to sleep with a woman who keeps secrets from me.”
I couldn’t help but snort at that. “We don’t have anything but secrets between us, Sinclair.”
His frown was fierce, knotting the skin between his chestnut brows in a way that I was beginning to find strangely adorable. “Not here. In my bed, I want you to be honest with me.” Something like pain crossed his expression before he could hide it and I wondered, not for the first time, about his partner back home. “I need you to be honest with me.”
He hitched my leg over his hip and settled closer to me still so that his hard length pressed against my heat. My breath caught and released on a thready sigh. This was what I needed, I realized as I looked into his beautiful face, this intimacy. I had been without male comfort for most of my life and to have someone like Sinclair desire me like this was beyond my wildest fantasies, my most hidden dreams.
He pressed against me slightly so that just the tip of him rested inside me. I clamped down on him and the fire that flamed in his eyes unlocked my reticence to speak.
“I told you I wasn’t a virgin,” I whispered, closing my eyes so that I didn’t have to see his reaction. “And I was telling you the truth.”
He stilled against me and stroked my hair in silent support.
“We had a family friend, almost like an uncle, who helped us financially. We were pretty poor, especially for a while there and he was almost like a guardian angel. When he started to date my sister, I think the family was relieved even though he was old enough to be her father. He was handsome and nice and everything.” I clenched my eyes tighter until spots interrupted the memories playing across my lids. “I didn’t really think anything of it when he started to seduce me.”
Sinclair was so still and silent beside me that I wasn’t sure what to make of it so I slowly peeked out from under one lid. He was staring at me with the telltale muscle in his jaw jumping and his eyes so blazing a blue that I closed mine again.
“He was careful not to hurt me and he was really kind but we did some…” Horrible, disgusting, immoral, degrading? “… Unpleasant things together. No one ever found out and when my mother and sister moved to America, they left him behind. I haven’t seen him since but,” I gestured between our bodies, “it feels strange to actually want to do some of those things with you.”
“You don’t have to do anything—” he started to say but I opened my eyes and pressed my palm against his mouth to silence him.
My throat ached with sorrow but I was grateful for my dry eyes when I whispered, “You don’t understand. I want to do those things with you, so badly I tremble.”
I showed him my slightly quivering fingers and pressed them to his firm chest, trailing them down his skin until I reached his still semi-hard erection.
I wrapped my hands around his base and squeezed firmly. “I need this.”
When I looked back into his eyes, they glowed with understanding and, thankfully, desire. He wasn’t repulsed by my anxiety or my sketchy past and I blew out a deep sigh of relief.
At a loss for what to do now, I was grateful when he said, “Taste me, Elle.” When my eyes widened, he nodded and his tone grew stern. “Take me in your hands, between your lips and do what you want with me. Make me come.”
The dominance in his voice left no room for argument but I could tell by the gentle stroke of his hand over my hair that even though I would be pleasuring him, this was for me too. He was commanding me to step past my fears and do what I wanted desperately and secretly to do. He nodded at me, seeing the understanding in my expression.
With trembling fingers, I pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs in order to run my fingers over the bumps and muscular curves of his torso. Sinclair was powerfully built but lean like a runner and I traced the map of his muscles with reverent fingers. Soon, that become inadequate and I dipped my head to sketch the texture of his abs under my tongue. His groin vibrated under my lips and I smiled against his skin as I took his rigid length tightly in one hand.
/> I was surprised by how badly I wanted to take him in my mouth but I withheld myself, twisting my hand over his length slowly but surely a few times before flicking the head with my tongue. His fists bunched in the duvet as I parted my lips and pushed him into my mouth. It was impossible to take all of him in this position but I tried anyway, relaxing my throat and swallowing to fight my gag reflex but mostly I swirled my tongue across his plush head and even lightly scraped my teeth across the base of him.
I could feel my own desire drip down my inner thighs and by the time he pulled me off of him, I was perilously close to orgasming and he hadn’t even touched me. So, when he finally settled between my legs and plowed into me, I screamed in pleasure. I hadn’t realized how I would ache for him even after less than twelve hours without him inside me. It didn’t bode well for me if I was this desperate for him after only four days with our inevitable end rushing up to meet us.
He shifted the angle of my hips and captured both my hands in one of his, pressing them above my head. The feeling of helplessness, the texture of his crisp chest hair against my aching nipples and the fire he stoked so skillfully between my legs banished all rational thought. I threw back my head and groaned.
Sinclair watched me with eyes on fire. His taut jaw and the beads of sweat crowning his forehead were the only other signs that he was not completely in control. He dipped his head and took one of my peaks between his lips, sucking hard. My legs tightened, crossing against his flexing buttocks until the sharp point of my heels dug into his tender flesh. He hissed against my skin and took my nipple gently between his teeth. Unbearable heat swirled through my body and I clenched my teeth, desperate for release from the tension.
Sensing my need, Sinclair’s free hand slipped down my damp belly to the soft curls of my sex, unerringly finding the button of pleasure at my center. I gasped as he flicked me.
I was so close that stars burst across my vision.
“Sinclair, please,” I begged, my head thrashing from side to side at the myriad of sensations he evoked in my body. I was so close but I wanted – no, needed – him to give me permission to tumble over the edge.