The Affair (The Evolution Of Sin #1)

by Giana Darling

  I shrugged at Kat helplessly and she giggled.

  “I’ve never seen him like this,” she whispered in her lovely accent. “He is very interested in you, no?”

  I shook my head. “We just met.”

  She waved my statement out of the air. “This is no problem. I just met you and already I know that we are friends.”

  I beamed at her. Yes, I had felt that instant connection as well and I was sorry to be saying goodbye to her already.

  “If you stay with him, I mean after this vacation, maybe I will see you again,” she said, ignoring my look of doubt.

  “Why don’t you give me your email?” I suggested instead of hinging my hopes on something that would very likely never happen.

  Kat grinned and we exchanged information. Sinclair finished his conversation with Cage and patiently waited for me to hug her goodbye before tugging us away. Immediately, people converged on us to talk to Sinclair as we made our way from room to room and into the main reception hall. When a particularly adamant older man was completely ignored by the man walking swiftly beside me, I frowned.

  “Shouldn’t you stay and talk to these people?”

  He continued his brisk pace without looking at me. “No.”

  “Because you don’t have time to be nice?”

  “Exactly.”

  I assumed he had already said goodbye to Santiago so I felt less guilty about leaving so hastily. But honestly, I was burning from the inside out because of the infernal toy and now, with my hand in Sinclair’s and the knowledge that he was taking me to bed, that he simply couldn’t wait, I was incoherent with lust.

  I shivered as we stepped into the cool night air and Sinclair took off his jacket without any hesitation, slipping it onto my shoulders before he went to secure a car. The blazer smelled strongly of his musky, leathery scent and I pressed my nose into the collar in order to get my fill. He caught me when he returned but he only gave me a funny look, as if he couldn’t understand me. I shrugged and took his hand once more in mine. He tensed at first, but when I squeezed his large palm, he squeezed back.

  I stared up at him as we waited for the car to come around. He was so dashing with the bright moonlight in his thick hair, burnishing his bladed nose and sharp cheekbones like a lacquered mask.

  He sensed me staring at him and looked down at me with smoky eyes. We stared at each other and my breath hitched as desire spiked again down my spine straight to my sex.

  The chauffeured black car pulled in front of us, breaking the connection, and Sinclair helped me in before moving around to the other side. The moment we were settled and the car took off, the vibrator started again. I squirmed but Sinclair stilled me with a firm hand on the knee.

  We sat like that for a few minutes in silence while I struggled with the building sensations. Then, almost indiscernibly, his hand began to draw patterns on my knee, inching higher and higher up my leg. I watched his tanned hand trace my paler skin and closed my eyes on a breathy sigh as he reached the junction of my thighs.

  He hushed me as one finger pressed against my damp panties. “Did you enjoy the party, Elle?”

  I nodded my head with my eyes squeezed shut.

  “Open your eyes.” He waited for me to do so before plunging two fingers into me, jostling the vibrating toy.

  I gasped loudly and my eyes flickered to the front where the driver listened to soft classical guitar.

  “Obviously, you can’t stay quiet.” He frowned at me and lightly slapped my sex.

  I bit off my moan. “I’ll be quiet.”

  “Too late,” he whispered before taking his hand away from my heat and turning off the vibrator.

  He pressed a button and a partition slowly closed between the front and back of the car. His eyes were dark and serious as he stared at me, taking in my flushed cheeks and tumbled hair.

  “Take my cock out,” he ordered.

  Desire rolled through me and made my mouth suddenly parched. “What?”

  “Don’t make me ask you again.”

  I swallowed rapidly and turned in my seat in order to reach his zipper. A sizable erection strained against the front and I almost groaned again when I took it in my hand through his pants. His strong hand clutched my wandering fingers and I understood that I had disobeyed him yet again. I took a deep breath to settle myself before I unzipped him and reached inside his boxers to grab his naked length. He was large and thick, the head plush and red. I licked my lips.

  “Suck it,” he commanded, but his voice was less demanding than it had been.

  I took the crown slowly in my mouth, swirling my tongue along the sensitive underside. The taste of him was potent, musky and all man. I moaned as he thrust forward, the head pressing against the entrance to my throat. I braced myself on his thighs and tried to relax in order to take him deeper.

  “You love this, don’t you? Taking me in your mouth,” he rasped as his strong fingers wove into my hair so that he could hold me still while he continued to thrust into my mouth.

  I leaned further down, eager to feel all of him. It felt right to do this for him. A heady sense of power and arousal rushed through my blood and when Sinclair suddenly pulled me away, I was disorientated.

  He looked at me with electric blue eyes, his fingers on my chin. “We’re here.”

  I blinked and nodded. “Right.”

  His chuckle followed me as I scrambled out of the car, suddenly embarrassed about going down on Sinclair with someone in the front seat. I kept a few feet between us as we walked into the lobby and I didn’t think he noticed. But the moment we got into the elevator, I was pressed hard against the wall.

  His hand lifted one of my legs, curling it around his waist while the other took a fistful of my hair and tugged until my chin was forced back. He stared down at me with hard eyes.

  “Don’t pretend you don’t want this, Elle. I can feel how you respond to me.” His hand travelled up my thigh, over my hips and quivering belly until he could cup one of my breasts. My nipple was sharp against his palm and I shuddered when he rolled it between his fingers. “I could see these puckered on the plane. Your breathing hitched just like this.” I gasped when he lowered his head to nip my lower lip. “And when I leaned over you, your eyes begged me to kiss you.”

  I remembered it vividly, how his charm had made even the dreaded plane ride feel sexy.

  “Do you still want me to kiss you, Elle?” His breath fanned across my neck as he placed a kiss there and another at the edge of my jaw.

  I moaned and pressed my hips against his but he only laughed and lightly bit my chin. His tongue swept across my pouting bottom lip. “Tell me.”

  “Kiss me,” I begged shamelessly.

  The elevator pinged and before I could capture his lips, he was pulling me gently from the wall. My legs were less than steady as I followed him from the elevator into his palatial suite. He must have called ahead because the lights were dimmed and soft, Latin music wafted through the room on the sweet smelling breeze from the open French doors.

  “I even get music?” I looked over my shoulder at him where he lingered by the door. “I’m a lucky girl.”

  My teasing smile faltered slightly when I saw the depth of intensity in his eyes. He came slowly towards me, walking with long, predatory steps. I didn’t realize I held my breath until he was in front of me and his knuckles skimmed my cheek.

  “You deserve much more than music.” His voice was quiet and slightly forced, as if the admission cost him. “Flowers, and jewels and romance.”

  I pressed his lingering hand to my cheek and murmured, “I just want you.”

  He stared at me intently and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if he would continue our holiday affair. It made me aware of how very much I wanted it.

  “I’ll hurt you.”

  He wasn’t being arrogant and honestly, I couldn’t say that I would emerge completely unscathed from our romance. I wasn’t the kind of woman to sleep around and I had only ever been romantically in
volved with one, very sweet man who was just as naïve as me. And Sinclair was not naïve. He was coolly confident, full of smoky secrets and sexy as hell.

  “I’ll forgive you,” I assured him but he remained frozen before me, the only sign of his desire the burning light in his lightening blue eyes.

  So, I took matters into my own shaky hands. I stepped closer until his arousal was pressed into my belly. On my tiptoes, I planted an open mouthed kiss on his fragrant neck, sucking lightly at the skin before scraping my teeth across it. His entire body tightened with need and I smiled across his throat, emboldened by his reaction. My hands smoothed down his smooth stomach, trailing the deep V leading to my final destination. He sucked in a sharp breath when my fingers wrapped firmly around his erection. He was long and thick in my hand and I wondered how he would react if I dropped to my knees to take him in my mouth again. Just remembering how he had tasted made heat unfurl deep in my belly. I squeezed him harder and he groaned.

  I squeaked when he moved suddenly, plucking me from the ground. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around his waist and his hand cupped my bottom. He tilted my head in order to plunder my mouth with long, bold strokes of his tongue. His teeth gently nipped my bottom lip but he tongue soothed over the small pain before I could register it.

  He carried us to the bedroom and placed me on the edge of the bed. I watched from under my lashes as he crouched before me in order to slip off my shoes. His eyes found mine as he cradled my foot and ran his teeth along my instep, placed a kiss bellow my ankle. I shivered and tried to reach for him, desperate to have him on me, in me, any part of him but most specifically the appendage straining violently at his grey trousers.

  He tugged my hand so that I was standing and then turned me so that I was facing away from him. His fingers found the center zipper of my dress and slowly tugged it down. The sound of yielding fabric had never been so erotic and when his tongue lightly traced the path of the parting dress, I sighed in warm arousal. Only when the dress was pooled at my feet did he press himself against my back. His erection rested against the crest of my bottom and I wiggled back against him. He nipped at my earlobe as a warning. This was his seduction and with only a brief moment of hesitation, I yielded myself to his direction. When I became pliant against him, he growled his appreciation and his hands trailed up my stomach to cup my breasts through my bra.

  “You have amazing breasts.” His voice was hot against my neck and I dropped my head against his chest, giving him full access to them. “You would blush, knowing all the things I want to do to these.”

  I did flush as one hand deftly undid my bra and I shrugged my shoulders so that it slid down my arms. His warm palms against my bare flesh seared my delicate skin and made me gasp. His fingers circled my nipples, so close but not touching. I arched them into his palms but he only chuckled darkly. “You seem so quiet and prim but I knew the moment I had you naked under my hands you would come to life. A siren.”

  His fingers finally found my nipples and pinched firmly. I moaned and pressed my bum hard against his arousal. Too soon, his palms left me, trailing down my hips to grab the sides of my underwear. He pulled them down slowly, descending to his knees as he did so. I felt vulnerable naked and faced away from him as I was. I could feel his eyes on my bare posterior and the conservative Giselle protested.

  “Bend over, place your forearms on the mattress.” Sinclair’s voice was hypnotic and I swayed under his persuasion, my bashfulness banished by his sinuous tone.

  I did as he asked without hesitation even though I was now open to him. Oddly, it didn’t feel clinical or even embarrassing. It was sexy to present myself to his gaze and I knew by the way his breath hitched that he was profoundly impacted by the display. One finger reached out and ran lightly from the top of my buttocks down to my wet sex. I shuddered at the forbidden sensation.

  “You look gorgeous like this.” His voice was mumbled slightly as he leaned close to me. “Pink and wet and open for me. This is what you need.”

  I groaned my admittance and wiggled my backside slightly, encouraging him to explore further. His gentle laugh, more an exhalation than anything, fanned across my aching core before he pressed a chaste kiss to my right cheek. His hands caressed the round orbs firmly and moved down my thighs to lightly skim the backs of my knees. My legs shook and almost failed me.

  He continued to kiss my rump, now planting open-mouthed kisses down the inside of my thighs, closer and closer to my dripping core. I whimpered as he sucked on the tender skin beside the apex of my thighs.

  “Sinclair.” My voice was breathless, needy. I barely recognized myself. “Please.”

  “Please what?” Cool air blew gently against my overheating sex and I pushed my bottom backwards, shamelessly hoping to connect with his mouth.

  “Touch me.” I knew what he wanted. He was pushing me to voice my desires, to explicitly describe my needs. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time to hear my voice beg him for contact. “Please, put your mouth on me.”

  “Good girl.” There was a smile in his voice but my excitement at pleasing him was soon overtaken by the bold sweep of his tongue against my core.

  I cried out loudly and my legs shook as he pushed two fingers inside me and began pumping them slowly in and out. One hand found my lower back and pushed it down so that I was arched up, even more exposed, my legs further apart to balance myself. His lips found my clit and gently sucked.

  I yelled into the duvet as my climax bloomed, building and building until I thought I would die.

  “Sinclair, stop, it’s, I…” I said incoherently but he ignored me, his fingers moving faster now as he added a third.

  The duvet was clenched tight in my damp fists and I bit into my thumb as the pleasure spiraled higher and my womb clenched almost painfully with pleasure. I had never experienced anything so blinding, so beyond normal sense and I was almost afraid to let go, to dive into the deep well of bliss his fingers coaxed me towards.

  “Come for me.” His voice was tight with control. “Come for me now, Elle.”

  His demand pushed me over the edge and as I went tumbling into the darkness, his voice kept me anchored to reality. The orgasm overwhelmed me, my legs shaking, sex convulsing and it took all my strength just to stay conscious through the powerful onslaught.

  “Are you okay?” he asked between gritted teeth as he stood up behind me. His arousal brushed against my buttock, hard and pulsing.

  I was exhausted but the feel of him against me spurred me on. “No, I need you. Inside of me.”

  Anxiously, I waited as he recovered a condom from his discarded trousers. He groaned as he took my hips between his palms and brought himself to my drenched entrance. I gasped when he pressed forward slightly and moved his hips gently, just kissing the inside of my sex. Passion reignited violently in my belly and I tried to push back against him but his strong hands held me firmly. He planted a kiss on the middle of my back before placing his hand there, gently pressing me down once more so that my rump was raised invitingly. I tightened on the tip of him embedded in my core, causing his fingers to twitch on my hips.

  “I want to feel you inside me,” I almost whispered, embarrassed by my bold desires but too stimulated to ignore them.

  His fingers tightened an instant before he thrust inside of me, wrenching an animalistic moan from him and cry of pleasure for me. He was so large inside of me that at first, despite my wetness, there was an uncomfortable stretch. I winced slightly, hoping that he wouldn’t notice. He paused and I held my breath until slowly, he began to pull out. My breathy sigh must have satisfied him because he moved forward again. His strokes were slow and sure at first, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting inside my aching depths. The pain was gone, drowned in a tidal wave of pleasure as wave after wave of sensation coursed through my blood.

  “You feel incredible,” he rasped as he leaned over my back to play with my hanging breasts. His fingers rolled my taut nipples until I was bre
athless with pleasure.

  “Come for me like this,” he ordered, pressing an open mouthed kiss to my damp shoulder. “With me deep inside you.”

  One hand dropped from my breast and unerringly found the sensitive nub at the top of my sex. His fingers circled it, mirroring the ministrations of his other hand on my right nipple. The tremors began at my core and vibrated through my entire body as my orgasm took me. I crested the wave on a broken cry, my sex clenched tightly around Sinclair inside of me, milking him until he groaned and climaxed too. I could feel the force of his release deep within me and it drew out my orgasm so that I was left panting and shaking slightly minutes later when we had both collapsed to the bed in exhaustion.

  Sinclair rolled over, propping himself on his rippling arm to look down at me as I recovered. “Please tell me you aren’t a virgin, Elle.”

  It would have been too good to be true if he hadn’t noticed. I considered how to respond, fingering the white duvet as if I wasn’t concerned with our conversation or my very exposed position.

  “Not anymore.”

  Chapter Seven.

  He cursed under his breath again and was silent for a few minutes. He flopped to the bed beside me and dragged an arm over his forehead as he stared at the ceiling. Tears pricked the backs of my eyes but I reminded myself that I had wanted this. I had been completely naïve my entire life and I didn’t want to arrive in New York in any way the same meek girl I had been when I left to Paris years before.

  “You should have told me,” he said, not accusingly but firmly, as if he was scolding a wayward puppy.

  “I thought this was supposed to be just physical.”

  I propped my head in my hands in order to look at him. He didn’t sound very angry and I was inordinately glad for it. I was still flushed and joyful from our lovemaking and I wasn’t ready to argue yet.

  “An affair is an intimate thing, Elle. I didn’t propose one night of sex with a stranger. I told you on the plane, I’ve never been so drawn to a person in my life. I’m not interested in having sex with a stranger; I want to be with you. And that includes knowing pertinent information about you, like the state of your virginity.”