muscle, the feel of his warm, smooth skin. I kissed the side of his neck and gently bit down.
“Slow down,” he whispered gruffly into my ear.
“I’m trying,” I panted.
I really was. But my body ignored my pleas and took control until there was nothing but frantic touches and kisses. It should be dangerous to feel this way, but it wasn’t. It was intoxicating. There was power in shutting down your mind and letting your body take control.
Sinclair’s hips lifted from the couch long enough for me to tug his pants down. With a whisper-soft touch, my fingers drifted down his body. Muscle after well-defined muscle. Sinclair groaned when I reach his boxers. I glanced at him from beneath my lashes and smirked. My fingers hooked around the edges. He took in a sharp breath. I was so close to where I wanted to be. I could reach down just a few inches and wrap my hand around him. I resisted the urge.
I could feel his gaze. The intensity coming from him was enough to make me squirm on his lap.
“Don’t do that,” he warned. His hands were splayed against my skin, gripping me possessively. He exhaled harshly. “You’re not making this easy.”
“When has anything ever been easy between us?” I whispered.
His fingers dragged through my hair. He held my face immobile. “I want to make this last as long as possible.” His hands loosened and drifted down my neck. His touch was like a feather skimming very gently over my body. “I want this just as bad as you,” he rasped.
His hands reached behind me and deftly unhooked my bra. The two flimsy straps that held it up slid down my arms. The material was dangerously low, almost exposing my breasts. At the thought of that my back arched. My bra dropped between us. I made quick work of shedding my underwear.
He dipped his head. I smiled wickedly as he kissed the skin above my belly button, moving up, up, up until he reached the path between my breasts.
“I love these freckles,” he whispered against my chest.
“Yeah?” I whispered back.
When he nodded, his lips brushed against my skin and I had to stop myself from groaning.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move because his touch set me aflame.
He knew my body like the back of his hand.
He cupped my breasts. They filled his hands and it was as though I was made for him. And maybe I was. Maybe everyone has someone in the world who fits them perfectly, like a puzzle piece sliding into place.
I felt his lips wrap around my nipple. When his tongue flicked against the very tip, I groaned. Gently he caressed it as he kissed me. Every second was torture and complete bliss—the best kind of buildup.
Our bodies intimately touched and instantly I became wet. Sinclair wanted to make this last. I couldn’t though.
“Now,” I whispered. “Right now.”
I leaned down and kissed him with all the passion and lust I had for him. Sinclair’s arms banded around my waist. He sat up and my body was intimately pressed against him. The very tip of him rubbed against the most sensitive part of me. I gasped into his mouth and moved against him. He caught my hips. This was torture.
“I’m not ready,” Sinclair all but growled.
“I am.”
Sinclair smirked.
He didn’t force.
He didn’t hurt.
He never dominated.
He let me take control, all the while knowing that just one brush of his hands and I was his. Sinclair lifted me up until I was on my knees and positioned me above him.
There was a single pause where it was just the sound of our heavy breathing.
When he slid into me it was with confidence and power.
He was as deep as he could get. I felt nothing but him, pulsating inside me. He held my body captive. He growled into my ear, causing thousands of goosebumps across my skin. He knew how to move. How to move his hips. When to speed up and slow down.
Every single turn and lift of my body brought more pleasure. Beneath me, Sinclair was barely in control. I loved him naked, bared before me, and all mine. My hands glided up his stomach. His muscles jumped in reaction and I smiled. I watched in fascination as his hips bucked upward, every time I moved.
“Fuck, Victoria,” Sinclair said through clenched teeth.
Sex with him was just like his kisses. The faster he moved the faster my sanity vanished, until all I could think about was him.
My head tilted