She glanced away and searched for the keycard in her purse, pretending to have a hard time finding it, if only to give her that much more time to get it together.
When his big hand reached inside her bag and pulled out the small keycard, handing it to her, she smiled up at him.
The look in his blue eyes made her inhale a deep steadying breath of much needed air.
And to think she had thought him...tame...if even for a moment, she thought, her heart racing.
“Dinner was delicious, thank you,” she continued, staring at his mouth as they sat inside his vehicle. She wondered how she would survive the ride back to her hotel, thinking of the hot sensual promise he’d delivered, wondering if he’d been simply trying to get a reaction out of her.
She could not stop staring at the lower swell of what had to be the most sensual mouth she’d ever seen on a man. Could a man’s mouth be more perfect?
The thought ran in her mind and Sinclair licked her lips, which had gone dry.
He turned toward her, one finger poised over the button that would turn on the ignition. He paused in the act, tipped his head forward. His hand reached out and lightly grasped the back of her head, bringing her closer.
The kiss was light, smooth...and devastating. When he released her, she slumped.
“You’re amazing...has anyone ever told you that? I wonder if your Wilde Boys know how lucky they are,” he mumbled, his eyes trained on her lips—making her heart race even harder—as though he wanted to kiss her again. Although they’d just eaten, he had the look of a man ready to feast.
What do I say to that? Sinclair wondered, breaking contact with his eyes and licking her lips again.
She ducked her head, staring down at her feet, as though the answer could be found in the open-toe heels.
Still, he didn’t start the engine. He simply sat there staring at her. They were parked in one of the more isolated parts of the restaurant’s rear lot. As it hadn’t been a tourist hot spot, the restaurant hadn’t been overly crowded, so his truck was the only one of a few parked in the back lot.
He reached over and tilted her chin up, forcing her to look back into his eyes.
“This is not for any reason except that I’ve been staring at your mouth the whole evening... No, since the moment I first laid eyes on your picture and wondered if they were half as soft as they looked,” he murmured.
Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
“But...we’ve kissed. You already know what they feel like,” she whispered in reply, half teasing.
That lone dimple appeared near his lower lip when he smiled. “Yeah, but I need to kiss you again, just to make sure the first few times weren’t a fluke,” he replied, his voice low, sexy and deep.
When his head descended, she reached up and met him in the kiss, her arms circling his neck to pull him near.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
He surprised her when he lifted her from her seat and over to him, straddling her legs across his. The roominess of his luxury truck made it an effortless venture and her eyes widened.
“Nick!”
“I love it when you call my name,” he said and laughed, claiming her mouth immediately.
In the position he had her, she was unable to move.
Her hands flattened on his broad, hard chest, as his mouth worked magic over hers, grinding their lips together even as he ground his hardening shaft against her.
Kissing and moaning noises filled the cab as they took their fill of each other, kissing with a ferocity that mimicked what their bodies craved from one another.
The moment was beyond magical. The entire evening had been like something out of a dream.
Static, erotic energy arced back and forth between them, shooting from his hard body to hers, igniting electric blazes in its path.
The hand on the back of her head reached up to loosen the pretty chignon she’d placed it in earlier. Within moments her hair fell and his hand was buried inside it, massaging her scalp as he claimed her mouth.
She grew warm, her body opening to his as his hands reached around her, both on the small of her waist...and moved her.
She moaned against the feel of him. Excited beyond measure at the thought of what deliciousness lay hidden behind the dark dress pants he wore. How it would look exposed.... That part of him that, as he kissed and caressed her, ground against her, hardened to granite against her, intimately pressing into her stomach.
His length excited her, as she imagined what it would look like unleashed.
How it would feel inside her.
He excited her in ways she’d not felt in a long time. In ways she’d never felt.
When his hand reached out and lightly pulled her dress up, it felt...good.
When he pressed her even tighter against his body, his hand on her ass, her hands clenched his shirt and she moaned into his mouth.
Trapped, powerless...she was on fire. He released her and she cried out. In the dark she saw his nostrils flare as his breath came out in harsh gasps.
“I need more,” he said, his voice like gravel.
She nodded and allowed him to reach between them, to put his hand inside her panties and touch her.
“Oooh, God, Nick!” she cried out, her head thrown back as he played with her. She lifted her head when he withdrew his finger. Her heart nearly skipped a beat when she watched in fascination as he lifted his finger to his mouth and tasted it.
His face descended, his mouth lowering until it was so near hers she could smell the sweet smell of coconut and her own essence that lingered on his breath.
His lips touched hers, and his tongue delved into her mouth, transferring the taste to Sinclair. As though he had the right.
Her eyes drifted closed as his unique scent reached out and claimed her, even as his mouth did the same. Even as he had, long before this night.
She shoved the thought away, only wanting to concentrate on the here and now, and the way he was making her feel.
He smelled...tasted so, so good. A mixture of coconut and...man.
And me, she thought, a feminine smile stretching her lips.
The man part had her senses reeling and her vagina, with a mind of its own...clenching, as though in anticipation of something more. She doubted that any woman could be anything but ready around Nick Kealoha.
He was lethal.
As he lay a light siege upon her mouth, his body hot, hard, pressing into hers, the scent surrounding her, she willingly gave in to his demands.
Hard, slamming...feral.
It was a wild, heady rush of need that slammed over her, had her moaning into their joined mouths, their bodies creating a dance of their own.
Before Sinclair realized what she was doing, the wild, unrepentant need that rolled over her had her rolling her pelvis forward and rocking back and forth in earnest against his thickness, a thickness that stole her breath.
The kiss took on an explosive quality.
Wild, hot, he devoured her mouth, tugging and dragging her lips within his, making love to her mouth in a way that made her lose her mind. Thoughts of how good he could make other parts of her feel rushed over her like a wild cascade of water.
He broke the kiss and she whimpered, trying to recapture his mouth, but he brought her close, his hand on her head, bringing it to his chest.
His heartbeat was thudding wildly against her face.
He was just as affected by their intimacy as she was.
Although he broke the kiss, he didn’t ease her away. His body was still tightly crushed against hers, his shaft hard, pressed insistently against her stomach.
Their breaths were harsh. And both reflected a need neither was able to deny.
“Come home with me tonight.”
/> The words were a rumble against her ear. A request this time.
Shocked, she couldn’t move, much less form a coherent word.
She had only known the man for about a week, truly, despite the fact that they’d been in communication for going on seven months.
She chewed her bottom lip, remembering, thinking.
When he had showed her where his parents had met and had fallen in love, she’d seen the emotion in his eyes. She knew part of that emotion was from the loss of his mother. But she also knew there was a part of that emotion in his eyes that had to do with the way his parents had kept the fact that their biological father wasn’t the man they’d called Dad for all of their lives.
The pain was raw and had made her reevaluate what she’d believed before, from their first contact and his reasons for doing so, to what had brought her out to the ranch to get rid of him, write a check and “Act like it never happened,” as he’d said.
She felt...uncomfortable. A part of her, ashamed.
Nick had been an enigma to her, in the short time of their acquaintance. She’d briefly seen past the playboy he presented to the world to the cowboy who simply loved his land...
Yet, did she know him well enough to allow him to do to her what his eyes...his kisses, promised would be unlike anything she’d ever experienced?
She wasn’t here to get her groove back. She was here for her Wildes.
“This has nothing to do with them. This is you and me.”
His voice had a hard edge that jerked Sinclair out of her thoughts.
She glanced up at him, licking her lips. She swallowed deeply.
He grasped her by the chin, forcing her to lift her head, forcing her to look deeply into his enigmatic blue eyes.
“And it comes down to the simple fact that you want me, Sinclair. You want me...almost as much as I want you.”
He bent his head and recaptured her lips with his, briefly making a shudder rack her body.
When he released her, she was limp.
“As much as I’ve wanted you from the moment we began to communicate... It’s fated... We are fated. Just give in to what we both have been waiting for...needing.”
She glanced down at his open hand as he waited for her to place her palm within his.
Could this be happening?
Could she allow something like this to happen? With a man she barely knew...
She placed her hand within his much larger one.
His large, callused, work-worn hand grasped hers, holding it tightly. Even that sent shivers through her. She imagined how those work-roughened hands would feel against her naked body.
Oh, God... She barely suppressed a shiver.
He didn’t wait for her response.
He already knew. He’d known, just as she had, from the first moment they’d met.
Chapter 17
“You’re one of the most sensual women I’ve ever met, ever known...”
She felt his hand on her shoulder as he came up behind her, his fingers toying with the thin T-strap of her dress. All of the air from the room seemed to be sucked out of it and Sinclair was left gasping, desperate for air.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you. You trust me, don’t you?”
He breathed the words against her neck, his honey-sweetened breath blowing warm against her ear. She inhaled sharply. When he kept still, unmoving, she slowly bobbed her head up and down.
“Completely untapped sensuality.” His hypnotic, seductive voice was mesmerizing as he continued both his verbal and sensual assault.
She dragged in a fortifying breath of air and held it as his big fingers moved from the strap to ease around the front and cup one of her breasts within his large, able hand.
An air of expectancy had surrounded them as they’d driven back from the Rusty Nail, the out-of-the-way restaurant he’d taken her to. One that neither one of them attempted to “talk” their way around.
Both had known exactly what was going to happen, and the level of intensity, from the second they’d met until now...before they’d even met, had led them to this moment.
The time they had been communicating, before her arrival had been a buildup, a slow, wickedly hot foreplay of sorts that now had Sinclair so ready for him, she knew if they didn’t make love... The thought of what would happen if they didn’t escaped her mind when she felt his tongue work small circles around the lobe of her ear before laving a hot trail around and down the back of her neck.
“Mmm,” she moaned against the wicked sensation.
“Do you like that? The way my tongue feels against your skin?”
Her voice in her throat, she was unable to answer, could only nod her head in agreement.
When they’d entered the grounds of the ranch, he’d driven directly to the house, yet he hadn’t pulled his vehicle up to the main entry, surprising Sinclair.
The ranch house was a veritable mansion. And although she’d expected there would be more than the traditional two entry points into the home, she’d had no idea that Nick had his own entrance
He’d caught her surprise, and explained that there were what he called “master entries.” Besides the front and rear entries, there were three others...one for each “master” suite: his father’s, brother and sister-in-law’s and his.
“For privacy,” he’d said, briefly turning his attention to her as he parked the truck and shut the engine off.
In the dark cab, his blue eyes seemed to sear a hole directly into her, straight to her soul.
Coming around to her side, he held out a hand for her to take and again she placed hers within his and allowed him to lead her away.
He’d only turned on one small outside light, which gave just enough illumination to allow her to see enough so that she didn’t stumble over her own feet.
Not that she would, with the hold he kept on her hand.
Sinclair felt strangely...safe, with him.
As they entered his massive suite, she squinted, trying to get a visual of what was a home within a home. His suite appeared larger than her condo back in Wyoming.
Yet when she tried, he purposely moved her away, blocking the full view of the room. He turned her toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a picturesque view of the land and held her, mesmerized, in front of him.
Sinclair felt his hand move to her waist and stop in front of her mons, the silk of her dress doing nothing as protection against the heat of his palm.
“Raw, untapped sexual vitality,” he rasped, both his words and tone putting her into a sensual coma.
Her body felt fluid and rigid at the same time.
A strange yet heady dichotomy of feeling.
He pulled her closer to his body, allowing her to feel the hot, hard, length of his erection against her buttocks.
Electric heat swamped her entire body, bringing a deep and staining blush she felt head to toe....
She needed this. As much as a part of her knew she was blurring the lines of professionalism and personal. Hell, she’d blown that line up. This was way beyond that.
This man had somehow imbedded himself into her very psyche.
“You want this as much as I do, Sinclair. Give in to me. Like you never have...for another man...” His deep voice breathed the words against her neck.
“Tell me you want it. That you want what you know I can give you,” he boldly declared.
She licked excruciatingly dry lips, unable to say a word. Unable to admit that she wanted everything she knew he could give her, everything she’d dreamed about. And more.
She felt herself leaning back against him, as though some magnetic field was surrounding him...her, forcing her close, so close she—
She knew she should walk away, stop this be
fore it could go any further, yet knew that would be an exercise in futility.
To make love with him would be an erotic exorcism....
She inhaled a hitched breath when he glided his hand under her dress. His big hand on her bare thigh tickled the sensitive skin and stopped a hairbreadth from the band of her panties at the top of her thigh.
His fingers toyed around the thin ribbon, rubbing lightly back and forth until she felt her moisture increase, her panties now uncomfortably moist.
Her head was spinning and her body was already on fire.
And he’d barely touched her.
When he began to tug her panties down, she nearly sagged against him.
God, this is wrong...so wrong, so wrong, so... The cascading thought trickled in her mind.
Only to immediately have another override it.
But it feels...so good, so good, so...
When he fingered aside the edge of her panties and one thick finger brushed over the lower segment of her vagina, brushing over the hair, she nearly came.
From just that touch.
She felt her panties being pulled down, past her bottom, low enough so that he had better...access to that part of her that needed, desperately needed, to feel his torrid touch.
Sinclair held her breath, waiting to feel his finger. What he’d done in the car had been just a hint of what he—
Her mental imaging came to a halt. “Oooooh,” she moaned at the feel of his finger inside her clenching heat.
Her eyes closed and her head sank back against the rock-hard chest that was now her pillow.
“I need to...play with you. Will you let me do that to you, with you, baby?”
She swallowed deeply. Dear God, what did he mean?
His hands were still, and cautiously she bobbed her head up and down in assent.
She heard his grunt of satisfaction.
Obviously that was what he needed before he would go on.
Seconds later she felt the hot stroke of his fingertips as he began to...play. Brushing back and forth against her mons, skimming over her clit that she felt engorging, as he began to play with her.
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