Take It (Sinclair 1)

She didn’t move and allowed him to look his fill. They were full yet perky and topped with light brown nipples. One of his many questions about her was answered. He was in awe.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered in awe.

For that moment, Nick’s insecurities floated away. He’d fooled around in the past. He knew all about foreplay. This he could do. He cupped her breasts with both hands; he licked her left nipple while he caressed the right. Then, he sucked her nipple into his hot mouth.

“Oh, Nick…”

She moaned. She fisted his hair and held his head closer. He was so busy making love to both of her breasts with his mouth that he didn’t notice that she’d unbuttoned his jeans until she pulled his dick out of his underwear. The cool air hit his hot, wet tip and sent shivers of pleasure up his spine. She wrapped her soft hand around it and rubbed the tip with her thumb. Nick almost exploded.

“Ohhh...” he moaned helplessly.

Things were moving too fast. He had to regain control, or he’d be coming all over her in seconds. He still had work to do. It took Herculean effort, but he was able to move her hand. She was about to protest, until he kissed her as a distraction, while he tucked his angry dick back in his boxer briefs.

Nick slid his left hand up to the base of her skull and his right hand down into her shorts to cup her bare ass cheek. He was right; she wasn’t wearing any panties. He groaned. He pulled her hips forward, positioning her center directly over his dick while simultaneously pulling her head back to gain access to her neck. He tightened his grip, not allowing her to move while planted hot, open-mouth kisses on the side of her neck. He rolled his hips up, providing friction against her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered.

“Potty mouth.” He teased between kisses.

Nick sensed that all he had to do was move one more time, and she’d come. But, her hands were on the prowl again.

Nick grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, flipping and rotating her until she was lying on her back on the couch with him top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He pinned her hands above her head and nibbled on her nipples. She was rotating her hips. Searching. He rolled his hips again to give her what she needed.

“I…”

She bit her bottom lip and Nick watched one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. Kalilah closed her eyes and her head fell back as her body shook from her orgasm. Her perfect lips formed an “O.” Nick loved how she responded to him, and he was proud to be able to give her pleasure.

He wanted her badly, but her next words were the equivalent to someone throwing ice water on him.

“You’re still fully dressed. Take off your clothes. I want to feel you skin to skin.”

Nick stood up abruptly. “Uh. I actually have to leave. Sorry.”

Kalilah sat up confused. Part of him really wanted to stay.

“Nick?” He’d already grabbed his keys, put on his glasses, and shoved his feet back in his shoes. “Nick? Where are…”

Nick closed the door before she could ask and practically ran to his car and drove off. He felt like a coward. He could not stand the idea of Kalilah seeing him naked. His body, pale and untoned against her perfect, tight body, would be a crime. He didn’t think she was the kind of person to laugh at him, but it would crush him to see her sweet gaze become disinterested because he didn’t look good naked. He knew he had to talk to her. He just couldn’t do it in the moment. He’d call her in the morning. Nick felt for his cell. Shit. He had to face the music sooner than he thought. He would see her in the morning.

Chapter 8

N ick had robbed Kalilah of another good night of sleep, and she couldn’t yell at him because he’d forgotten his phone. She recognized panic when she saw it. She had no idea what set him off, but she would find out. He did have to get his phone, after all. Then again, he is uber rich. He could buy a new phone just to avoid her.

Kalilah bounced between several different emotions. She was hurt that he didn’t confide in her. Sad because he’d panicked; she would have stopped had she known he was overwhelmed. She was confused because he didn’t appear to be overwhelmed in the moment. After all, he was the one who eye-fucked her from the moment he arrived, took off her shirt, did wonderful things to her breasts, gotten on top of her, and gave her one of the best orgasms she’d had in a long time.

He may be a virgin but he was on hell of a kisser. His make-out game was strong. She flushed at the memory. She remembered how he felt in her hand. No problems there either. What was it? Did she do something? She was still so hot and bothered after he’d left, she had to take a long cold shower.

She gave up on sleep. She climbed out of bed and brushed her teeth. She went in her dresser, threw a thin cotton spaghetti strap nightgown on over her naked body, and he

aded to the kitchen to find breakfast. Her doorbell rang the moment she entered the kitchen. She looked at the clock. 7:30 AM. Kalilah took a deep breath to calm her nerves. The only person up this early on a Sunday morning was Nick.

She swung the door open. His gray eyes roamed over her body in a heated glance. Her nipples hardened; she started to get wet and annoyed. She loved the way he looked at her. He cleared his throat.

“Good morning. I know we need to talk.” He waved a bag from her favorite bakery in her face as a peace offering. She let him in. He kicked off his shoes and looked around. He tried to break the tension with a smile. “Do you ever wear clothes?”

She glared at him. “Says the person still in his pajamas? Yup. Monday through Friday, between the hours of 6 AM to 6 PM.”

He nodded. “Fair enough. Bolting was cowardly of me. I feel terrible.” His eyes were sad behind his glasses.