Take It (Sinclair 1) - Page 64

“What’s with the wardrobe change?” He scanned her body as if he had x-ray vision. His lips quirked. “Are you sure you are not trying to escape? You know, since you laughed at me.”

Kalilah rolled her eyes and smacked his chest. “I didn’t know if my other clothes suffered the same fate as my bandana. I didn’t laugh at you!”

She was so caught up in his eyes that the sound of her hand connecting with naked skin slightly surprised her. Her palm remained flat against his chest, but her eyes were explorers. So much so, they missed the smile on his lips because they were already moving lower and lower until they confirmed that he was still fully naked, partially hard, and completely unashamed. Kalilah was so sure she heard the Halleluiah Chorus that she looked around for the source.

His hand was on her cheek, and his warm lips were against her ear.

“Either finish your juice or put it down.” Oh, the intent in his voice was clear to her lady parts; her brain was a little slow on the uptake.

“Huh?”

Nick made the decision for her. Their eyes locked. She couldn’t look away. His right hand was still on her cheek, and the left one took the cup out of her hand. Nick placed it on the dresser while still completely engrossed in her eyes.

“I’m. Not. Finished. With. You.” He enunciated each word with precision making sure she understood.

“Huh?”

What the fuck brain? She’d spent all that time in college and these were the best responses she could muster. Why did attention from Nick have the ability to short circuit her brain?

Her mind raced for the answer and clicked when she found it. The look on his face, his posture, his directness and demands…Nick’s metamorphosis was complete. He wasn’t questioning anything or looking for approval. He knew what he wanted and was going after it. He’d asked for it earlier, but now he was taking it. And it was thrilling.

He guided her to a sitting position at the foot of the bed. The heat from his fingertips seeped into her skin on her shoulders and warmed the rest of her body. Anticipation flowed through her. Nick took a step back moving his heat and body out of her reach.

His hot gaze traveled over her body.

“Open your legs.”

His flint gray eyes held a predatory gleam like he’d just cornered his prey and was preparing to feast. Kalilah complied with his request.

“Wider.”

Kalilah leaned back on her palms and opened her legs wider. The fabric of her gown caressed her as it rode up her thighs. The cool air touching her moist center did nothing to cool her heated skin.

“Good. Now touch yourself,” he whispered.

Touch yourself? Nick’s bold request caught Kalilah off guard. Well, more off guard than she already was. This was the second time he’d come out of his bathroom…different. Kalilah studied the now closed door and wondered if something mythical or magical lay hidden beyond the threshold. In the months that they’d been messing around, he’d never requested to watch, but now he wanted to. Her body said, “Okay,” but her brain said “Why?” She wasn’t opposed to touching herself for him, but his intensity made her a little nervous.

“Nick...” Kalilah tried to stall, but Nick saw it for what it was. He shook his head

to silence her.

“Shut up and finger your pussy. Show me what you like.”

The aforementioned body part started to throb at his demand. She wasn’t sure if she should be hot or offended. Kalilah’s shocked eyes watched as he palmed the moisture from the tip of his cock and slowly rubbed himself while eyeing her exposed flesh hungrily.

Well, that was hot. Her right hand moved at its own volition to do Nick’s bidding. Her fingers glided over her sensitive flesh while Nick watched. She shuddered slightly when she pushed her fingers inside her slick center; her senses were still heightened due to not having an orgasm and Nick’s new dominant personality.

She watched Nick watch her. His hooded eyes were full of desire. His hair fell on his forehead, his naked chest rising and falling with each breath. His hard cock rested in his hand while he stroked it leisurely. His eyes followed her fingers as he moved closer and kneeled between her legs. Not touching, just watching. Her insides quivered. She was on the edge until Nick moved her hand.

“Not yet, baby. Not like this.” His intense gaze made her think of hot sex. “I still owe you one.”

“Huh?”

She mentally smacked herself and made a note to read a damn book soon. Kalilah found herself on her back looking at the ceiling before she could finish berating herself. The sudden shift of her axis left her feeling slightly disoriented. By the time she found her bearings, Nick had her legs on his shoulders, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, and his thumbs spreading her lips apart.

He studied her so intently, Kalilah was sure he knew her as intimately as her gynecologist. His attention was strangely erotic. Who wouldn’t want a man to look at their vag like it was a piece of art that needed to be carefully studied? Kalilah pushed up on her elbows to watch him. He glanced at her briefly before wrapping his mouth around her in the hottest open-mouthed kiss she’d ever experienced.

His bottom lip and tongue moved up her slit while his top lip came down. His lips met at her clit, and he sucked a little for good measure. Every sensation from every cell congregated on her tiny little nub. The intensity momentarily knocked the breath out of her. Kalilah didn’t remember to breathe until her lungs begun to burn.

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