Unhinge - Calia Read Page 0,60

My words were rushed and disjointed. I turned around before I made a bigger fool of myself.

“Victoria, wait,” Sinclair said, and grabbed my arm.

I turned around willingly and stared into his eyes. “What are you running away from?” he asked.

You, I wanted to say. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. The truth was the last thing that needed to be said. I took a step back. “I’m running away from nothing,” I said as I started to rifle through my purse for my keys. “It’s late and I have to get home.”

“You’re lying.”

I frantically moved my wallet out of the way. Where in the hell were my keys? I was a disaster. My brain was on the fritz, jumping from one thought to the next. And it was all Sinclair’s fault.

“Victoria, come on. Talk to me.” Sinclair took a step closer. I looked over my shoulder, scanning the area for anyone who might be watching us. When I turned back around I bumped straight into Sinclair’s chest. The very tips of my breasts brushed against him. I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Victoria,” he said gruffly. My name rolled off his tongue perfectly, sending chills up and down my spine.

A surge of longing ran through me. For a brief second I let my forehead rest against the solid wall of his chest. His body enveloped mine and if anyone had walked by, they could never have seen me. So I tilted my head back and met his gaze. His face was inches from mine. He was closer than he’d ever been and yet I wanted him even closer.

It all happened so slowly. There was plenty of time for me to pull away. Yet I stood there, motionless as his lips touched mine.

There are hundreds of ways to be kissed, but this?

This transcended them all.

From his soft lips, to the angle of his head as he held my face between both hands—it was perfection.

Anyone could come outside and catch us, but that didn’t matter to me. Sinclair Montgomery’s lips were on mine.

His tongue slipped into my mouth and a small gasp escaped me. I leaned into him until there was no more space between us. His strong arms wrapped around me.

I had to get home. My husband was waiting. But that didn’t matter to me; Sinclair Montgomery was touching me.

Stop right now, my mind screamed. You have to stop.

But I really couldn’t; this kiss was bigger than me. This kiss was the kind that had the power to intricately weave my and Sinclair’s lives together.

My hands reached out and curled around the hem of his shirt. I wanted this to keep going, to never end. To never stop feeling this way. My tongue moved against his and his hands dropped away from my face and firmly gripped my hips. A groan rose from the back of his throat.

My palms were splayed against his stomach, my fingers stretched apart to feel every cut of muscle hidden beneath his shirt.

It could’ve gone further. In fact, a few minutes later and I think it would have, but laughter sounded in the distance. It wasn’t loud, but it was just enough to jerk the two of us back to reality. We broke apart at the same time.

My lips tingled. I had to stop myself from brushing my fingertips across them. I wanted that kiss back. I wanted to hold on to it and never let it go. Sinclair took a step back, as if he could read my thoughts. I held up a hand. He stopped in his tracks. His hands hung heavily at his sides. My heart whispered that it was all wrong and those hands should be wrapped around me once again.

“Don’t say sorry. Don’t say that can never happen again,” Sinclair said, his voice a ragged whisper.

He ate up the distance between us until it was mere inches.

“I don’t have a choice,” I replied. “I’m married.”

“You’re married…but does that mean you’re in love?”

Once upon a time, I could’ve answered that question within seconds. Love seemed to be the only thing keeping Wes and me together. Love used to be what we lived for. But now? Now it was gone and I didn’t know how to get it back.

I didn’t answer Sinclair. He looked into my eyes for a long moment and then stepped away. He gave me a brief nod. “Good night, Victoria.” The look in his eyes showed that this conversation was far from over.

“Good night, Sinclair.”

I watched him get into his car