“I didn’t mean to make you frown,” Sinclair said. “Santiago is a very rich man, with many things to take his mind off of it.”
Money couldn’t erase heartache, I wanted to say but didn’t. I had the feeling Sinclair would have argued with me and I was too curious about why he had brought me to this room to fight with him.
“Enough of that,” he said, somehow sensing the change of direction in my thoughts. “I have something much more enticing in mind at the moment. We only have a few minutes so do as I say.” He looked at me sternly but I could tell he was amused, aroused. “Stand against the wall.”
My belly was already fluttering with anticipation and I hastened to do as he asked.
“Spread your legs and clasp your hands behind your back.” His voice was like a physical caress. “Don’t move.”
He admired me for a moment.
“You really are the sexiest woman, Elle.” Swiftly, he moved to stand in front of me but, frustratingly, he didn’t touch me. “I’ve been hard all night thinking about what you are going to let me do to this sinful body of yours.”
My nipples beaded against the thin material of my dress and I arched forward slightly, willing him to notice. His lips twitched in acknowledgment but he ignored them.
“Have you been thinking about it too?”
I nodded, wishing my legs were together so I could alleviate the throbbing at my core.
“What did you imagine me doing?” Finally, he touched me. He ran a finger down my chest, between my breasts. “Touching you here?”
Lazily, he circled one breast with his finger, narrowing in closer and closer to my furled peak. My chest felt heavy with sensation and even though he had only just started caressing me, I was panting. I jolted when his fingers found both aching nipples and pinched. The flare of painful pleasure made me moan. Sinclair shifted on his feet uncomfortably and I was grateful to find evidence of his own arousal.
“Or maybe here?” he murmured, running one hand up the inside of my left leg. His fingertips trailed like fire up my sensitive skin and I whimpered slightly, begging him to touch me properly.
Heeding my silent plea, he crouched to his knees before me and lifted the front of my skirt to gaze at my lace-covered sex. I trembled when he pressed an open mouthed kiss to the skin just to the left of my heat.
“We were interrupted last time.” His hot breath fanned over me, making me shiver. “I was going to wait until we got back to the resort but I have to taste you.”
His mouth closed over my clit through the flimsy cloth and suckled. I gasped and pressed my hands against the wall to support my shaking knees. Pulling aside my panties, his fingers slicked across my wet flesh. He groaned against me, heightening the sensation of his tongue against my sensitive nub.
“You want this badly, don’t you?” he questioned, sitting back on his haunches to look at me. “You want to give yourself up to me.”
“Yes,” I breathed, nudging my hips into the fingers circling my entrance. “Please.”
I felt no embarrassment, only knee weakening lust. In that moment, I would have done anything for the orgasm looming large in the distance.
He smiled triumphantly and lowered his head to me, once again finding my clit but this time without the barrier of lace between us. His tongue laved at my bundle of nerves as two fingers shafted me, twisting to reach my sweet spot. I was so incoherent with lust that it took me a moment to realize that he was pushing something inside me other than his fingers. I looked down abruptly but his dark head blocked my view.
“Trust me,” he ordered hoarsely as a small egg shaped vibrator nestled inside me.
My legs tensed as I hesitated – I had never played with sex toys before – but his ministrations increased, the pace of his fingers devastating against my swollen flesh. The moment I relaxed, the device inside of me switched on, buzzing softly within me. I cried out loudly as my orgasm came crashing down and Sinclair reared up to swallow my loud cries, his fingers still strumming my clit. I had never tasted myself before but I found it surprisingly erotic and when he pulled away, I protested weakly before laying my head against his solid chest.
I squeezed my eyes against the overwhelming sensation and I was grateful for Sinclair’s large body holding me upright when he turned the toy off and my legs turned to noodles. My love life with Mark had never been anything close to as mind blowing as this and Sinclair and I hadn’t even had sex yet.
“Best. Party. I’ve. Ever. Been. To,” I said between shallow breaths as I recovered.
Sinclair’s dark chuckle ruffled my hair and I could feel his solid length pressed to my hip. “I have to agree with you.”
“I’ve never…” I hid my face against his chest and murmured, “I’ve never done that before.”
“Which part?” he asked dryly. “Had a tryst at a party, a man kiss you here,” his fingers gently swept over the curls between my thighs, “an orgasm?”
“All of the above,” I whispered.
Gently, he pulled my face away from him and took my flaming cheeks between his palms. His blue eyes were darkly serious. “You are beautiful. I didn’t realize how inexperienced you are.”
It was a vague probe into the state of my virginity, I knew. I wondered if it would matter to him, if it would make him change his mind. I didn’t take the bait.