Trista Ann Michaels (4 page)

Of course not! At least nothing beyond lust. Right?

“So if you don’t want me, then it’s okay if I join the orgy?” His brow lifted in an adorable way that made her stomach flip.

She shrugged, trying to appear indifferent, but her heart ached at the thought of him touching another girl. Did she have feelings for him after all or was she just turned on and only wanted him for herself? “You’re an adult. You can do whatever you want.”

“What if I said what I wanted was you?”

She licked her lips but didn’t answer. She wasn’t quite sure what to say. She knew what she wanted to say.

He took a step closer and her entire body warmed with the thought he might touch her again. “Sinclair,” he began. “Come back to the room with me.”

She glanced down at the table then back at him.
What’s wrong with here?
her mind screamed. A table outside had always been a big fantasy of hers. They were mostly hidden here. They might be heard, but that wasn’t so bad. It was doubtful anyone would be aware of her screams over the throng behind her anyway.

“Why now?” she asked, breathless, worried about what he might say. “Why didn’t you make a move before now? Is it this place? Is that the only reason?”

Marcus sighed and took another step toward her. “I could ask the same thing of you. This place turns you on just like it does me. How do I know you’re not responding to me just because of the atmosphere?”

She snorted and his look turned more serious, more determined, as his eyes bored into hers. She held her breath as he came close enough to touch.

“I was attracted to you long before here,” he whispered. “But I wasn’t sure about your attraction to me. If you were, you hid it well.”

She swallowed as she waited for him to continue.

“When we landed here, I saw this place as the perfect spot to see if our attraction was mutual. So what is it, Sinclair? Is it the sounds, the images, that have you so hot or is it the idea of me and you together?”

Which was it?

She watched silently as he moved forward and used his body to press her back against the table. “I like the feel of you in my arms, the feel of your ass in my hands,” he whispered as his mouth leaned in closer to hers.

Sinclair’s lips parted in silent invitation, but he kept his mouth off hers as he softly demanded, “You haven’t answered me. This place or me?”

His breath fluttered over her lips like the barest touch of a fairy’s wings. Sounded corny, she knew, but that was the first thing that came to mind.

“You.” Before she could even draw her next breath, he slanted his mouth across hers.

His taste was wild and hot, his lips soft, yet at the same time demanding in a way that made the blood rush through her body, roaring in her ears like a wind storm.

Chapter Five

Sinclair could hardly breathe. Not once had a man made her so crazy, she’d completely forgotten where she was and the crowd of people just a few feet away with nothing separating them but a thin layer of greenery. Her own moans mingled with theirs as Marcus slid his hands under her skirt and lifted her, setting her on the cast iron table.

The cold iron against her ass made her squeal, then giggle. “That’s cold.”

“It won’t be for long,” he whispered in her ear, then moved his lips lower to tease the sensitive spot just under her earlobe.

Her knees spread, allowing him to settle between her thighs. His fingers bunched the material of her skirt as he pulled it up around her waist, leaving her exposed.

“I just noticed,” he said with a grin and he bit gently at her lower lip. “You’re not wearing anything under this dress. I like that.”

Her arms reached up to circle his neck. She’d been dying to slide her fingers through his thick hair, which tonight he’d worn down. She liked it that way. Long, wavy, thick and … she smiled … soft.

He glanced down and slid his hands slowly up and down the outside of her thighs. “Damn, you look good.”

He grinned wickedly and moved his palms to the top of her thighs, then outward. His thumbs dipped between her legs and brushed gently at her clit. She shuddered at the touch and bit down on her lower lip as tingles of hot lust traveled up her spine.

“I want you to always go without underwear,” he whispered. “I like having easy access to this smooth, shaved pussy.”

Wow, he made her crazy. She never imagined she would like a guy saying these things, but coming from him the words sounded wildly erotic. His mouth was so close his lips teased hers as he talked. Her lips parted, anxious for his kiss, his tongue inside her mouth, his mouth on hers.

He held back, deliberately teasing her. Sinclair bit at his lower lip, pulling it gently between her teeth. His chuckle came from deep in his chest and rumbled sexily. His smile faded as he stared into her eyes. “Come back to the room with me, Sinclair. I want to be able to take my time.”

“No quickies so we can try to out scream the people behind us?” she asked as she slid her hand down his chest, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles. She knew he was built. She’d seen him and always imagined what he would feel like beneath her fingers. He felt like heaven.

“If you want a quickie,” he murmured as he took her hand and placed it over his hard cock. “I can definitely give you that.”

Sinclair moaned as Marcus leaned down and bit the side of her neck, sending chills down her spine.

“Is that what you want?” he whispered in her ear. “For me to take you here? On this table?”

His hands moved to undo the top button of her sundress. His lips followed his fingers as he slowly undid another.

“You better answer me, Sinclair, before I make the decision for you.”

“Marcus, I hate to admit it, but at the moment you could do whatever you wanted,” she replied, breathlessly.

“Really?” He glanced at her. His lips twitched and the blue of his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Anything? Wrong thing to say to a man this turned on.”

Sinclair snickered. “Was that supposed to be a threat?”

She couldn’t believe they were flirting like this. It was so easy with him. It was as though they’d been lovers for years. Well, honestly, in her mind they had been. She’d fantasized about this for months, but never really dreamed they’d act on it. Now that they were, it felt right.

“Not quite a threat,” he hummed in his deep, sexy growl that made her pussy cream.

His hands gripped her ass and pulled her to the edge of the table as his mouth captured hers in a hungry kiss she felt clear to her toes. She gasped and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, more to feel her pussy against the ridge of his cock than to keep herself from falling. She moaned and pressed herself against him, wanting to get closer, wanting to get his thick rod inside her.

“Crap,” she snapped as she broke the kiss. “Condoms. Marcus, please tell me you have condoms.”

Marcus stared at her for a brief second in confusion before his eyes widened. “Shit, condoms.” He pulled away and patted his pockets before cursing again. “Damn it.”

“You brought me out here to seduce me and forgot condoms?”

Marcus sighed and glanced past her shoulder toward the crowd before coming back to her face. His lips broke out in a devilish grin. “The room.”

“What?”

He grabbed her hand and bent forward, throwing her over his shoulder. She squealed and braced her hands against his lower back as he turned and headed down the path that would take them to their cabin. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, leaving her ass bare and thoroughly exposed.

“There’re condoms in the room,” he said.

“Marcus,” she cried. “What are you doing?”

She reached behind her and tried to pull her dress down, put Marcus moved her hand and smacked her ass with his palm. The sound caught her by surprise and she jumped at the sting and following warmth that flowed over her skin. She found she liked this … Neanderthal behavior. She had no idea she would enjoy this, but she did.

A lot.

Matter of fact, his dominating manhandling had her so hot, she completely forgot about her exposed bottom.

Marcus plopped onto the back seat of a waiting golf cart and allowed Sinclair to slide onto his lap, her hands resting gingerly on his shoulders. Her thighs straddled his, her knees pressed against the warm leather of the seat.

“Cabin 142,” Marcus said to the driver, but his eyes never left hers.

The cart took off and she gripped his shoulders tighter, holding on to him as the cart zipped through the paths and greenery. The warm wind blew at her hair and arms, but she barely noticed it. She was too close to the warmth of his body to notice much else.

She could feel herself drowning and part of that made her nervous. It would be so easy to fall in love with him. Right now, as she gazed into his eyes so blue they rivaled the summer sky, she wondered if she wasn’t already halfway there.

“You better not change your mind on me,” he whispered.

She gave him a shy, half smile. “I think we’ve gone a little too far for that.”

“We haven’t gone far enough.” His palms slid lightly up the outside of her thighs. “Not nearly far enough.” He leaned in close and placed a light kiss on her lips. “Just how far are you willing to go with me, Sinclair? How adventurous are you?”

“Very,” she breathed.

He smiled and her heart stopped. “Famous last words.”

“Trying to scare me?” She leaned down, deciding to take a little time to play with him as well.

Her lips brushed against the side of his neck enjoying the taste of his salty skin. She could feel the tremors just under his flesh and it made her feel sexy to know she had the same effect on him he did on her. Every part of her body screamed to be closer to him, as close as two people could be. She needed it. She needed him.

“Not at all,” he whispered as his palms slowly feathered up her spine. “Just giving you a heads up to what you’re in store for. I plan on keeping you tied to that bed the entire night.”

“Tied?” Her heart skipped a beat at the very idea.

She’d never been tied up before.

“Oh, yes. Tied, spanked and thoroughly satisfied,” Marcus purred and her entire body shivered in delight.

She pulled away from his neck and brought her face back to his. Her hands buried in his hair, enjoying the feel of the wavy strands sliding through her fingers. “Aren’t you arrogant?”

He chuckled seductively and shifted her hips so she rested against the hard ridge of his cock. “Feel that?”

“Yeah,” she sighed.

“I know how to use it.”

Sinclair gave a little breathy giggle.

Chapter Six

Sinclair wanted to jump from her skin she wanted Marcus so bad. Her legs would hardly carry her into the cabin and when she stumbled in her three-inch heels as they walked the path to the door, Marcus picked her up in his arms without saying a word.

The man who’d been her bodyguard and her dinner partner on business trips that had required a plane to get there—and even some that hadn’t—had become her knight and would soon be her lover. She bit down on her lower lip as she stared at his profile.

He carried her as though she weighed nothing. She leaned her head against his shoulder, inhaling his musky scent mixed with the salty sea air of the Caribbean. He kicked the door open and turned sideways so they would fit through the opening. Sinclair giggled and kicked her foot out as he used his heel to shut the door behind them with a bang.

This was it. No turning back.

Marcus set her on her feet and she turned to head to her room to grab condoms, but he stopped her cold by grabbing the back of her dress and jerking her against his chest. She gasped at the forceful way he tugged her toward him, then wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her tight.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he purred in her ear, his voice deep and sexy.

“To get condoms,” she whispered, then bit her lip as his hands slid lower to cup her sex from the front.

If she kept biting her lip, it would soon bleed.

“I’ll take care of that.” He grabbed the edge of her dress and lifted it. “Raise your arms.”

She lifted her arms over her head, allowing him to remove her dress. He tossed it somewhere across the room where it landed silently. She remained in front of him, dressed only in her bra and heels, her back to his chest, her breathing fast and shallow. His fingers moved back between her legs to slowly circle and tease her sensitive clit. This long drawn-out foreplay of his was driving her insane. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.

“Marcus,” she pleaded.

“In time.” He moved his hands to her back to unclasp her bra.

Her breasts were heavy and full, aching for his touch as her bra also fell to the floor. The clasp clanged softly against the tile, but she barely noticed it as she used the toe of her shoe to kick it aside.

“I told you I want to take things slow.”

He reached around and cupped her breasts, kneading them within his palms. Every part of her wanted to sink to the floor and beg him to take her. She could feel his erection against her hip. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

He pinched at her nipples and she moaned at the pleasure pain that raced through her system. Arching her back, she encouraged him to knead harder, to pinch again and again. She reached back and gripped his slacks. She wanted to rip them off, throw him to the floor and sink onto his engorged rod. He was driving her insane.

“God, I love these breasts,” he whispered.

“Marcus,” she pleaded again.

“Be patient,” he commanded and her heart raced at the dark, dominant sound to his voice. “I’m going to spend the entire night making you come over and over. I’m going to make you scream my name in pleasure.”

His hands slid lower and again brushed her clit with his middle fingers. She whimpered as her knees almost buckled under the teasing.

“I’ve wanted you too long to rush it. Walk to the bedroom,” he commanded.

She stumbled toward hers, her legs wobbling in her heals. He gripped her hair, tugging her to a stop. She gasped at the tingles of lust that ran down her spine at his semi-rough treatment.

“Not yours,” he growled sexily. “Mine.”