Take It (Sinclair 1)

“Wherever you want that pillow to be.”

The loud shrill of slasher music from a horror flick scared them. Nick yanked his phone out of his pocket.

“Dammit, Dex! What did I tell you about changing my ringtones? You scared the crap out of me.” Dex’s laughter greeted Nick’s irritated ear. “What’s up?” Nick asked impatiently. “Are you on the way?”

Dex sobered. “About that…”

Nick rolled his eyes. “You gotta be fucking kidding me, Dex.”

Dex sighed. “Sorry, bro. I need to be on a plane in thirty minutes. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon in time for your birthday party. I have a contract appearance I forgot about.”

Nick pulled his shades back on his eyes. “I got these tickets a long time ago…”

“I know,” Dex interrupted. “Take Kalilah and have fun.”

Nick glanced at Kalilah. She was looking at him curiously. “But Dex, you’re assuming that she doesn’t have plans and that she would enjoy this type of music.”

“Did you ask her?”

Good question. “Okay. I’ll figure it out. Be safe.” Nick disconnected and turned to Kalilah. “Do you want to be my date tonight?”

She nodded. “Sure…What happened to Dex?”

Nick shrugged. “He had some out of town event. What you’re wearing is good for the concert…” He studied her bejeweled, strappy sandals and her exposed pink glitter polished toes. “But, you may want to put on tennis shoes. We’re in the pit.”

Those perfectly arched eyebrows inched closer together. “Pit?”

Nick toed a blade of grass with his black Vans. “Yes. It’s a rock concert. We’ll be standing the whole time.” He stuffed his sweaty palms in the pockets of his charcoal cargo shorts so as to not appear nervous. Kalilah shrugged and went back into her house to change. Well, at least Nick hoped that’s what she was doing. He had no idea what she liked. Hopefully, a night at a rock concert wouldn’t run her off.

The excessive heat in her house punched Nick in the face the moment he crossed the threshold. The air was so thick and stifling that Nick instantly knew that the AC had been broken for several days. He was both relieved and sad that she was out of town when it broke. It was good that she was out of town and not suffering, but it would have been a great opportunity to have her over had she been in town.

Anticipation flowed through his veins. He would have loved having her at his house, in his bed. Naked with her skin flushed from arousal. Her fingers intertwined in his hair, pulling him closer while he held her legs wide open, licking and sucking her to completion.

His white Rise Against t-shirt was starting to cling to his body; he plucked at it desperately trying to get air where there wasn’t any. Nick found himself in the kitchen standing in front of the ope

n refrigerator door letting the frigid air soothe his body and salacious thoughts. Damn. He wanted her so bad that he was tempted to pay Wes to say it couldn’t be fixed. She wasn’t the only one who’d mastered cold showers.

Wes appeared in the kitchen. He’d just finished wiping the sweat of his face and pulled his hat back on. Nick handed him a cold beer while Wes explained the issue. Nick tried not to smile as he thanked God for small favors.

Chapter 17

“I

t won’t be fixed until Wednesday!” Kalilah said in disbelief for the second time since they’d climbed into Nick’s SUV. “That’s five whole days from now.”

“At least it will be a simple fix once he receives the part,” Nick pointed out.

Kalilah studied his profile as he zoomed between vehicles on the way to The Woodlands. She could not shake the feeling that he was happy about the whole ordeal. She knew staying with him was the most convenient option, yet she was not looking forward to infringing on his personal space. She should still try to book a hotel.

Kalilah decided she would see how the night went, and if things felt too tense, she would get a room. In fact, she’d insisted that they drop her SUV off at his house first. She looked at him again. Okay, infringing wasn’t her issue. Kalilah was trying her damnedest not to jump on him, and she couldn’t make any promises if she was holed up in his house.

He was dressed casually for the concert with his cargo shorts, t-shirt, and tennis shoes. He’d never been sexier. His hair was freshly cut, and his aviator shades enhanced his look. Nick’s shirt was thin and didn’t hide his muscles. If he was to become sweaty or wet, his shirt would cling to him in the most delicious ways. His arm muscles had been flirting with her for the last two hours – at her house and now, as he drove and switched lanes.

The flick of his signal made his muscles twitch. Kalilah crossed her legs to ease the ache. She was grateful that her bra was thick enough to contain her run-away nipples that were begging for Nick’s attention. To hell with the pillow he was talking about, she wanted to put her head in his lap. And if she wasn’t scared that giving Nick his first blowjob from her while driving would kill them, she would have done exactly that.

Nick glanced at her and smirked, his right dimple greeted her. She wanted to lick that, too. She shuddered inwardly; she needed to get her life together.

“Do I want to know what you’re thinking?” Nick asked as he pulled into the VIP parking garage.