“Are you still in touch with them?” I mumbled against his salty shoulder.
“It’s complicated.”
“Why do I have the feeling most things with you are?” I teased, poking him in his unyielding stomach in an attempt to lighten the mood.
He lifted one of my hands and pressed it to his slightly smiling lips. “Just be grateful you are rid of me in three days.”
“More like two,” I retorted flippantly even though my chest tightened dangerously. “And for all you know, I could be as complicated as it comes.”
He snorted, an undignified sound that was so at odds with his sophisticated persona that it made me laugh. “I highly doubt that. Your straight-forward innocence is one of the reasons I find you so irresistible.”
“Irresistible, huh?”
He bit gently into one of my fingers. “No man can resist the taste of this skin.” His tongue darted out to soothe the fading pain, inciting a sigh from me.
I was tempted to cave into his seduction but if he was going to speak freely than this was too good an opportunity to pass up.
I pressed my cheek to his back once more and murmured, “My family has been broken for a long time.”
Sinclair pulled my arms closer around him so that I was flush against his back. His lips against my open palm urged me to go on.
“My father was a drunk,” I said, as if that explained everything. Why my sister had runaway, why my brother had moved soon after to America, why my eldest sister hated me – all of it.
“Is he…?” His body tensed so that I felt like I was hugging a wooden board. “Is he the reason you weren’t a virgin when we met?”
It took a moment for his question to settle in. I shuddered but shook my head vigorously. “In a way. If you’re asking if he sexually abused me, he didn’t. But maybe if he had been around?” I shrugged.
We were quiet for a few minutes, just holding each other. We were both sticky with salt and sweat from the brilliant afternoon sun but I was so happy my blood fizzed and danced like champagne. It was hard to tell what Sinclair was feeling, especially when I couldn’t see his face to search for his tells, but it was probably better that way.
Two days. Only two more days with this brilliant and beautiful man. My arms tightened around him.
Sensing my mood, he gently reached back to swing me around to his front, settling me over his lap. The feel of his large hands spanning my waist delighted me.
“Are you mad?” I asked, reaching up to run a hand through his silky hair. Under the blazing Mexican sun, it was an astonishing shade of copper.
He lifted his knees so that I could rest my back against them and leaned back on his hands, presenting his long, flat torso to my other wandering hand.
“For?”
“Well, we haven’t exactly stuck to your rules. Drunk fathers and exploitative foster parents aren’t business talk or sex.”
The left side of his mouth quirked as he said, “No, not exactly. But I gave up on the rules relatively quickly, if you haven’t noticed.” When I pursed my lips, he shook his head as if I was dense. “Sleeping beside you, taking you fishing, fucking you last night after I promised myself I wouldn’t…” His hand slipped up the curve of my waist, over my breast and up into my tangled hair. “I think it’s pretty obvious that I can’t control myself around you.”
I snorted. “You’re never not controlled.”
His eyes flared and I gasped when he sat up and sunk both hands in my hair, holding me tight so that even if I had wanted to, I couldn’t move.
“Challenge accepted,” he murmured darkly before slanting his firm lips over mine.
I moaned into his mouth, opening eagerly for the feel of his hot tongue against mine. My nails raked up his back and locked around his neck, tugging him closer as I wrapped my legs around his torso. I rocked over his erection so that the fabric of my suit rasped against my clit.
His hands plucked at the sides of my string bikini and tugged it off quickly so that his fingers could find me, already weeping with desire for him. There was desperation to our movements, a neediness that inflamed me. It didn’t surprise me that I was already aching with want. When two fingers played through my damp curls and swirled at my opening, I groaned and ground down on them. He trapped my bottom lip in his teeth, warning me to stay still as he teased me.
“I don’t want to come without you inside me,” I panted into his mouth before skating my teeth along his jaw, tasting the salt of the sea and of him against my tongue.
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nbsp; His jaw tensed under my lips and he quickly undid the tie to his swimsuit, exposing his cock to my waiting fingers. I placed him at my entrance and wiggled over the tip, waiting until his dark eyes met mine to slam down hard onto him.