Trista Ann Michaels (10 page)

She came forward and took his hands in hers. She stepped close and smiled up at him, their arms straight, their hands clasped by their sides. “I don’t need things, Marcus. I don’t care how much money you make or even how little. That’s not what matters. Not to me. My mother married for all the wrong reasons. She was miserable. I don’t want that for my life. When I marry, I want to marry for love and nothing else.”

Marcus released her hand and cupped her cheek. He knew this about her. They’d talked about her mother and how Sinclair swore she would only marry for love, no matter what. Anything less wasn’t worth it. When she said she loved him, she said it because she truly meant it and truly felt it.

“I don’t even want to know how much you make.”

“You would have to know at some point,” Marcus said. “But that’s something we can talk about later.” He dipped his head and placed a soft kiss against her lips. “Especially since I’m really after
your
money,” he teased, then gently bit her lower lip.

Sinclair snorted. “Boy, are you going to be disappointed.”

Marcus chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. One of the things he’d learned about her over the last two years they’d been working together was just how frugal she was. She’d been saving for a house. A small one, something just for her. She put back most of what she made, saving as much as she could, spending only what she absolutely needed to. Occasionally, she would splurge on one of their trips, but even that was rare.

He wanted her to have whatever her heart desired. No matter the cost. To him money was nothing. He had more than he could ever spend in a lifetime. He wanted to spend it on her.

He cupped her face and looked into her eyes. He wanted to say it. He wanted to tell her the truth. The words were on the tip of his tongue.

I’m not who you think I am.

His throat went dry as he imagined her anger, her hurt, her distrust. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t say the words that could possibly turn her against him. Why the hell had he waited so long?

Her smile faded and worry darkened her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, determined to not ruin tonight, after all.

“Marcus—“

“I just love you,” he whispered. “I don’t know why I didn’t tell you sooner. I don’t know why I…”

She smiled. Taking his hand in hers, she led him down the beach.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“Back to the cabin,” she said over her shoulder. “I think you should put your money where your mouth is and instead of telling me you love me, show me.”

Marcus’s eyebrow rose. With a wicked grin, he turned and lifted her over his shoulder. She squealed and kicked her feet, pretending to fight, but her laughter gave her away. Her shoes, which she carried in her hands, hit his lower back, but he didn’t mind. All he could think about was getting her back to the cabin and doing all the things he’d been imagining in his head.

“Marcus,” she screamed, her voice cracking with laughter.

“Quiet,” he commanded, then slapped her ass with his palm.

She gasped and he quickened his pace with the rise in her heart rate that he could feel pounding against his shoulder. He ran up the deck steps and into the open sliding glass door.

Rushing to his room, he tossed her onto the bed, where she bounced with a surprised but excited look on her face. He gripped the edge of his shirt, pulled it over his head, and tossed it somewhere across the room; where, he could care less. His focus was on her.

Her gaze dropped and took in his chest and his hands froze on the button of his pants. He loved it when she looked at him like that. She made him feel powerful and humbled at the same time.

Her eyes lifted back to his and he growled low in his chest, “I think it’s time you saw just how dominant I can be.”

*

Sinclair formed her lips as though to say “oh,” but no sound came out. She couldn’t speak now if her life depended on it. All she could do was sit and stare at his magnificent form. The way he looked at her like he wanted to eat her alive made her breath catch and left her feeling very … eager.

He removed his fingers from his zipper, leaving it closed. With an intense look that sent her heart racing he let his gaze travel down her body.

“Take off your dress,” he commanded and Sinclair swallowed a sudden desire to moan out loud, despite the fact he hadn’t touched her anywhere.

She settled on her knees and reached behind to unzip the dress, all the while keeping her eyes on his intense stare. The material fell off her shoulders and pooled around her knees against the mattress. Marcus’s gaze lowered to her breasts then came back to her face.

“No bra.” He smiled wickedly. “I didn’t even notice.”

“The dress has a built-in bra,” she whispered, unable to do much else.

“Lay down,” he ordered. “On your back.”

Sinclair let herself fall to the mattress and stretched her legs out before her. Marcus leaned down and pulled the dress off her legs and over her feet. The cool night air blew across her flesh and she shivered. He tossed the dress across the room, letting it fall silently to the floor several feet away, all the while keeping his eyes on her face.

She couldn’t look away. She felt held captive, unable to move, anxious for what his next order would be. He put one knee on the bed and trailed the back of his fingers over her thigh, lightly brushing them along her skin. She trembled at the soft, feathery touch.

He used the tip of one finger to push her knee. “Spread your legs.”

She did and her breathing increased as the cool air of the room hit her heated mound. This slow, deliberate seduction was enough to get her so hot, she had no doubt she’d come the second he touched her.

She could feel her juices gathering between her legs. Her walls tightened and quivered with anticipation. He slowly trailed the back of his finger up the inside of her thigh toward her pussy. The closer he came, the higher her hips lifted off the bed. Unfortunately, he didn’t touch her. Instead, he pulled his hand away and her hips dropped back down, hitting the bed just as a loud whimper escaped her lips.

Marcus grinned at her and she realized he knew exactly what he was doing and how she would react. He had her right where he wanted her and there was nothing she could do but obey.

Chapter Fourteen

“Marcus,” Sinclair whispered before swallowing a lump of lust the size of a baseball.

“Be quiet,” he commanded.

His voice was rough, but at the same time so sexy.

“Bend your legs.”

She did as he demanded, her heart racing wildly. He settled between her splayed thighs and put his hands on the tip of her knees. Using his palms, he pushed them outward, exposing her pussy to his hungry gaze.

“Pretty,” he whispered. “I like it when it glistens with your cream.”

Marcus lifted his gaze to hers and the devilment shining in his eyes made her whole body tingle. Sinclair bit her lower lip.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered.

She held her breath briefly. “What?” She’d never done that in front of anyone.

“Touch yourself, Sinclair,” he repeated, his voice a little louder, a little more demanding.

With shaking fingers, she lowered her hand to her pussy. She could feel the heat of a blush move over her face as she slid her fingers through the cream leaking from her opening. Marcus lowered his gaze to watch her. When she realized his breathing had increased, she became a little bolder.

She used the tip of her fingers to spread her labia, exposing her clit. Her middle finger brushed over the sensitive nub and she sighed at the warming sensation that began to travel through her midsection. She found she enjoyed him watching her, the way his eyes followed her fingers.

Moving lower, she dipped two fingers into her channel. Marcus growled softly as he watched her remove her fingers and slowly spread the cream over her clit.

He reached down and grasped her hand, lifting it to his lips. She stared, fascinated as he put her fingers into his mouth and licked his tongue over them, removing her juices.

“Sweet,” he murmured. “Now do it again.”

He let her hand go and she moved it back to her pussy, letting her fingers brush over her labia. With every movement, she became bolder, more confident in her ability to entice him. She again dipped her fingers into her channel, pushing them deep. This time, she moaned and lifted her hips as much as his hands on her knees would allow.

She watched through her lashes as Marcus swallowed. He still stood by the bed, his stance rigid, his eyes blazing. She dropped her gaze to his cock and smiled sexily at the bulge she could see straining against his pants.

She pumped her fingers twice more, lifting her hips and moaning with each thrust. Her orgasm was so close, she could taste it. Should she make herself come? Is that what he wanted?

Slowly, she slid her trembling fingers from her channel and moved them in teasing circles around her clit. Her stomach tightened and her hips bucked.

“You’re close aren’t you, baby,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she hissed as her fingers brushed over her clit, making her muscles quiver.

“Then stop.”

Her eyes popped open. “What?”

“Don’t question. Just stop.”

She dropped her hands to her sides and almost sobbed at the need cursing through her. Marcus bent forward and blew against her clit. Her hips lifted from the bed as her moan of pleasure filled the room. God, she felt like she could come just from that small little blast of warm air against her nub.

Her fingers clenched at her sides as her bottom dropped back to the mattress.

“Marcus,” she groaned.

“Patience,” he snapped, and her breath caught at the way he talked to her.

She liked it, much more than she ever imagined she would. Deep down she knew she would only accept it from him. He was the only one who could make demands of her like this. The only one who could snap and set her pulse on fire.

She glanced up at him and he winked, his gaze sparkling with a playful intent. Unfortunately, Sinclair wasn’t sure she felt quite as playful. She wanted him and she wanted him now. Marcus, though, had other ideas as he moved from the bed to the nightstand just a few feet away.

He reached into the top drawer and pulled out a new, neatly wrapped toy. He positioned the toy so she could see it, then shook his head, deciding against that one as he set it back in the drawer and pulled out another.

This one was also still in the packaging, but she could see instantly it wasn’t as big as the first one had been. She raised an eyebrow, wondering what he had in mind for that. She watched in silence as he removed it from the plastic and covered it with a gel he also pulled from the drawer.

He returned to his position between her legs and held the toy up for her to see as he dropped the gel into his pocket. “I want to watch you come.”

She remained quiet, wondering if he would say anything else. He didn’t. He just lowered the toy to her pussy and slowly pushed it into her vagina. Sinclair sighed as the dildo stretched her walls, filling a void she so desperately needed filled.

“I like watching you,” he whispered as he slid the hard, rubber cock deeper, filling her full. “I enjoy seeing your hips lift and jerk and the way your stomach muscles quiver.”

Sinclair swallowed a moan at the way his honey voice melted the last of her reservations. This was too hot to not enjoy fully. She’d never had a man do these things to her; never really even thought she might like it. Now she knew just how boring her sex life had been.

“First you’re going to take the toy,” Marcus purred as he pulled it almost out, then thrust it back in, forcing her hips upward. “Then when you come, you’re going to take me. But I want you somewhere other than your pussy.”

Sinclair’s eyes popped open and she stared up at him in surprise. Could she take him there? Would he fit in her ass?

Her muscles trembled at the thought, the image, the sensations that just the mere mention of it caused to race through her body.

“Do it now,” she growled low in her chest and the sound of her own voice startled her.

Marcus raised an eyebrow, apparently surprised as well she could make such a demand. The fact she wanted it so badly shocked the crap out of her, and part of it could be because she was so turned on, so hot. All she knew was she wanted him and if he didn’t take her soon, she would scream.

“Put your hands over your head,” he said.

She lifted her hands, letting them float to the mattress where she balled her fists into the blankets beneath her. Marcus let go of the dildo, letting it rest deep inside her. With a look of pure animal lust, he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor along with his underwear. His cock was thick and the head purple, almost angry looking as he spread the gel along his length.

Sinclair had a slight moment of trepidation at his size and she swallowed down her nerves as he lifted her ass off the bed. He pressed the toy deeper, leaving it embedded in her pussy as he balanced on his knees and settled the head of his cock at her opening.

“Deep breaths, Sinclair,” he whispered, as he pushed forward.

She stiffened at the sudden bite of pain and he stopped, staring down at her in concern. “Don’t stiffen up. It will make it hurt more. Push out.”

She blinked, then did as he requested. When she did, it loosened the muscles surrounding the tight entrance, allowing him to slip inside easily. She gasped at the full sensation, the pressure coming at her from both sides of her channel; from the toy as well as Marcus’s cock.

He thrust deeper and she released the air in her lungs on a loud moan of pleasure. Marcus groaned as well and closed his eyes tight as her muscles clenched around his invading rod.

Invaded is exactly how she felt. Invaded, dominated, consumed. She wanted to let her orgasm loose, but at the same time, she didn’t want this rapture to end.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders, allowing him to slide even deeper into her passage. Her fingers clenched into the blankets tighter and they trembled from the strength of her hold. She concentrated on the feel of the blankets as she wrinkled them within her palm. If she didn’t, she’d shatter.