Trista Ann Michaels (7 page)

She was so desperate, she actually moved her legs together in order to apply pressure to her clit. “No,” Marcus snapped and flicked the flogger against the side of her thigh. “Spread those legs, Sinclair.”

Breathless, she quickly did as she was told and almost sobbed with the need to feel her release.

“Marcus … please,” she hissed. “I can’t … I can’t stop it.”

With a growl, Marcus threw the flogger to the floor and turned her around to face him. The lines for the cuffs crossed, which kept her wrists together above her head. She stared up at him with wide eyes she was sure expressed just how desperate she was at the moment and her breath caught at the hungry look on his face.

He wasn’t angry. He was as turned on as she was. Putting his hands under her bottom, he lifted her and impaled her with his rod in one swift move. Sinclair screamed as his thick shaft filled her deep. He felt even thicker with the toy in her ass and she immediately began to rock her hips against him, forcing him even deeper inside her.

“Son of a…” Marcus growled as he gripped her hips and held her still.

“No,” she yelled as she fought against his hold.

Marcus gave in and pressed her back against the wall. The grinding of his groin against her clit sent her straight into orbit. With a yell she was sure they heard clear on the beach, Sinclair let her release go. Pulsing throb after throb shattered through both channels, sucking at Marcus’s length until he succumbed to his own orgasm with a shout.

“Oh, my God,” she panted, shocked at the intensity and the duration of the pleasure that still made her hips buck and grind.

“Damn it, Sinclair,” he growled. “You made me lose control.”

“Sorry?” she replied and Marcus chuckled.

Grasping her face in his hands, he forced her to meet his gaze. He looked as though he might be about to say something, but a shadow passed over his eyes and he stopped. “You’re going to be sore as hell tomorrow.”

Sinclair got a distinct impression that wasn’t what he’d meant to say, but didn’t ask him about it. She wasn’t all that sure she was ready for a more serious conversation anyway. Right now, her emotions were so jumbled and so unsure, serious was the last thing she wanted.

“I’ve never…” She shook her head and swallowed nervously. Now that the excitement had passed, she found herself a little embarrassed by her behavior. What she wanted to say was she’d never done anything like that, behaved like that, screamed out like that.

“I know, baby,” he said with a soft smile and kissed the tip of her nose.

Chapter Nine

Sinclair stood on the deck watching the sunrise, a cup of coffee in her hands. Deep pinks and purples reflected against the waves as she pondered just where she and Marcus went from here. Was she over-thinking things? Was she reading more into their night together than there really was?

“You’re up early,” Marcus said softly from behind her, and she jumped.

Before she could turn, his arms slipped around her waist, and pulled her back to lean into his chest. She could feel his slow and steady heartbeat. Hers skipped as his body molded to hers. They fit so perfectly together. He had such a strong effect on her and that made her very nervous. She could fall for him so easily. She would leave here with a broken heart if she wasn’t careful.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly in her ear. “You seem awfully distracted.”

“I was just thinking.” She kept her gaze straight ahead on the gentle waves crashing onto the beach just steps away.

“About?” When she didn’t answer, he spun her around to face him. “Talk to me, Sinclair.”

She sighed and gave in. Might as well jump in with both feet and admit her fears. “I was just wondering if we’d made a mistake.”

“A mistake,” he repeated with a frown. “Are you serious?”

Her mouth dropped open in surprise at his reaction. He seemed almost angry.

“You asked,” she said. “Look, Marcus … I’ve never done this sort of thing. I can’t just have sex and then go on as if nothing happened. I get emotionally involved. I’m not a one night stand or a one weekend stand kind of girl.”

“I know that,” he replied, a little gentler.

“We work together.”

“I know that, too.”

She opened her mouth, but he interrupted her. “Sinclair, I don’t know what you think this is, but a one night or one weekend fling it isn’t. I don’t want this to stop when we leave here.”

“But you live in Florida and I live in Detroit.”

“Have you ever heard of a U-Haul ?” he asked with a grin.

She raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Are you saying you would move?”

He shrugged. “Or you could move.”

Her eyes widened. “Me? No. I can’t leave my…” she sighed and stared at him in shock. “My best friend would never forgive me.”

“Then bring her along.”

Sinclair laughed. “Marcus, be serious.”

“I am being serious. If you don’t want to move, then I’ll move. Not a problem.”

She studied him closely and realized he was very serious. “We’re making these plans based on one night together, you realize that, right?”

Marcus snorted. “We’ve known each other a lot longer than one night.”

She nodded in agreement. She did know him well and he knew her just as well.

“And besides. I think that one night spoke volumes, don’t you?”

She smiled shyly and glanced down at the cup still clasped in her hands. “I have to admit, last night was definitely … wild.”

Her smile faded as old insecurities came rushing back. She’d spent most of her life over-weight, until five years ago when she’d hired a personal trainer. She felt there were areas that needed work and more fat on her body than was necessary. Sometimes, she still saw herself as that chubby, insecure little girl.

Marcus was gorgeous. He could have any woman he wanted. She’d seen them flirt with him. She’d seen them stare at him like he was a piece of meat. What chance did she really have up against all those other gorgeous women?

“I don’t get it, Marcus,” she blurted, unable to stop herself. “Why me?”

“Why you?” he asked in surprise.

He took the coffee cup from her hand and set it on the small table to his right. With a look of
I can’t believe you would even ask such a thing
, he took her hand and pulled her into the bedroom.

He stood her before the mirror and put his hands on her shoulders as he moved in behind her.

“That’s why,” he said as he stared at her through the reflection. “You’re beautiful.”

He opened her short robe and spread it so they could see her figure in the mirror. Her breasts were full and still firm, her hips rounded, her stomach flat and firm but not thin. She felt the heat of a blush move over her cheeks. She grabbed the robe and tried to wrap it back around her, but Marcus wouldn’t let her.

“I’ve never liked reed-thin women. I like them with curves and valleys. I like my women to look like women, not little boys.”

Sinclair smiled slightly as she met his gaze through the mirror. He rested his chin on her shoulder and smiled back at her. “You’re perfect. Soft where you should be, firm were I like you firm.” He reached around and cupped her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze that had her arching her back just a little. “Like here,” he said as his voice dipped to a sexy timber that made her shiver in delight.

“Now do you understand why?” he whispered as he slid his hands lower.

She nodded. Her gaze followed his fingers as they feathered slowly down her body. One hand moved between her legs and cupped her pussy. She sighed as he gently massaged his hand over her mound, teasing her with gentle pressure against her labia.

“You also have a beautiful heart, Sinclair,” he whispered. “I’ve seen it. I’ve seen that soft-hearted side you try so hard to hide sometimes for fear someone will take advantage of you.”

She bit at her lower lip, knowing he was right. If he kept this up, she’d be all over him in a flat second. A knock sounded at the door and she stiffened, glancing toward the living area through the open bedroom door.

“Who the hell is that?” she asked.

Marcus chuckled as he pulled his hand away. “Breakfast. I ordered it when I saw you were up.”

She watched him stroll out of the bedroom in nothing but his pajama pants. His ass looked so good, his back was strong and tan, his shoulders wide and thick. Just looking at him made her even wetter than she already was to begin with.

He glanced back at her and grinned. “You better close that robe, sweetheart. I don’t want the staff thinking that’s part of their tip.”

She started and quickly grabbed the edges of her robe, pulling them around her as he opened the door.

“Good morning.” He stepped aside, allowing the staff to bring in the breakfast trays.

When she saw how many he’d ordered, she walked over and lifted the lids to investigate. “Jeez, Marcus. Hungry?”

He gave her a look that set her hormones ablaze. “Always.”

She set the lid back over the eggs and bacon and stepped out of the way of the staff.

“Would you like us to serve as well?” a young man asked.

“No, thank you.” Marcus handed each of them a tip. “I think we’ve got it from here.”

They grinned knowingly before leaving the room. Marcus shut the door firmly behind them and turned to face her. The hunger blazing in his eyes made her heart race wildly, but her growling stomach ruined the mood. Her face flushed red at the sound as Marcus chuckled.

“I think maybe we should eat something,” she murmured as she pulled a plate from the kitchen cabinets and began to pick through the abundance of food. “It looks like there’s enough here for two days,” she said with a smile as she picked some strawberries from the bowl.

“I always eat a big breakfast.” He grabbed a plate and joined her at the dining table.

“That’s right, you do.” She remembered all their breakfasts out. “At the hotels, though, you usually went for a run before breakfast.”

“Yeah. I’ll have to do that later.”

She smiled over at him, then reached for the spoon nestled in the fluffy scrambled eggs. Marcus took his workouts seriously, which was evident by his fabulous physique.

“Let’s take this outside.” He grabbed the coffee thermos as well as his plate and headed out the sliding glass door.

Sinclair followed him, enjoying the cool morning breeze as it blew in from the ocean.

“We have two more days here.” He took a seat next to her at the small table. “Or more if the plane needs more work.”

“Oh, I forgot about the plane. What if you can’t get it fixed?”

He glanced at her and shrugged. “I’m sure we can, but if not, the island has a plane. That’s what most of the guests fly in on.”

“You seem to have done your research on this place.” She took a bite of eggs. “I just went on what the boss sent me.”

Marcus had a strange expression on his face before it disappeared. “I needed to know about the landing strip. The length and whatnot.”

Sinclair nodded, but wondered about the guilt that briefly shone on his face. He wouldn’t even look at her as he continued to talk and fiddle with the eggs on his plate.

“Once I found out what it was, I dug a little more.”

“Have you ever been to a place like this?” she asked.

He nodded once, then stuffed eggs in his mouth.

“Really? How many?”

He chewed briefly and stared out over the water.

“Marcus,” she coaxed. “I’m not jealous, I’m just curious. Are places like this how you got into the whole Dom thing?”

“The Dom thing?” he repeated with a grin.

“Well, I mean, face it. That’s what you are,” she replied dryly.

Marcus’s grin widened. “No. I came here after I got into it.”

Sinclair nodded, but it took her a second to realize he’d said
here
. She looked up at him and frowned. “Did you just say
here
?”

“Did I?” Marcus asked, then shook his head. “That’s not what I meant, sorry.”

Sinclair’s frown deepened. “Marcus, have you been here before?”

With a sigh, Marcus pushed his food around his plate before answering. “Yes,” he finally said. “It was my visit here that prompted the boss to buy the place.”

“You son of a bitch. You knew what we were flying into and didn’t say anything?” She scowled as another idea came to her. “Were you behind the room mix up?”

Marcus cringed and Sinclair’s anger rose. “Yeah,” he replied, not looking at her.

“I don’t believe you,” she snapped and stood to head back into the cabin.

The jerk had played her, plain and simple. She couldn’t believe he’d done that and part of her felt a little betrayed. A whole lot more of her felt angry.

Marcus grasped her wrist and pulled her onto his lap were she landed with a frustrated oomph. “I told you, I’ve wanted you for a while now,” he said. She wouldn’t look at him so he gripped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “I saw this as my chance. Granted, it may not have been the most … honest way to do it, but … I wanted you, Sinclair, and I wouldn’t change what I did because it got us together.”

“Why didn’t you just say something?” she asked in exasperation.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged as he let her chin go. “Maybe I thought I needed all the help I could get.”

Sinclair snorted.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked.

She sighed and glanced out at the ocean with pursed lips. “Fine. I suppose.”

Marcus laughed and she turned to glare at him. She was still pissed. Surely, he could see it in her eyes.

“I still can’t believe you did that,” she said softly.

His smile faded somewhat as that guilty look returned to his gaze before it quickly disappeared. Why did she have a feeling he wasn’t telling her the whole truth?

His gaze dropped to her breasts and she felt her nipples tighten. All it took was a look to set her blood ablaze even when she was angry with him. Would something this strong last? Or would it fade with time?

He lifted his hand, slid it into the open part of her robe and gently cupped her breast. She sighed and lifted her arms around his neck, completely forgetting they were on the deck, in wide view of anyone passing by on the beach. Her anger faded, replaced by a rising desire she couldn’t deny even if she wanted to.