“You don’t want another cock inside you, Sinclair. Not when this one is all yours. Mine’s the only one you’ll ever want, isn’t it? Tell me.”
I shrug, tearing my gaze away from how big he is.
His eyes burn into mine as I look up.
“I don’t know. Is it?” I say, letting boredom tint my voice.
“Fuck!” He slams his other hand against the tree, making some bark break off.
Excitement bubbles inside me knowing that I’m about to make him lose it. Knowing I’m the only one who knows how to make him lose his cool. Mr. Never-gets-flustered-can-stalk-you-undetected-in-the-woods-but-is-brought-to-his-knees-by-Sinclair-Beaufort.
“Touch it,” he hisses.
I smile slyly. “No, thanks.”
“Touch it!”
His nostrils flare, the whites of his eyes growing larger around his pupils.
“Please, Princess.” His voice drops to a husky plea. “Touch me.”
He stares at me, holding his breath as I lift my hand and dust my thumb over the head of him, swiping up some drops of precum.
“Fuck,” he exhales shakily. “Fuuuck.”
The muscles in his neck tense as I swirl my thumb around and then run it over his slit. “Good girl,” he rasps.
His lids hood, a rough groan coming from deep in his chest like my touch is the one drug that can end his torture.
“Tell me you don’t want another man, that you don’t need another man.”
His eyes are focused on my hand as I replace his fingers with my own and jerk him off slowly.
“Tell me, Sinclair. Please.”
He screws his face up as he watches my hand on him. The turmoil in his expression stabs me in the gut. Maybe Dixie’s mom left him for another man. Maybe that’s why he sounds so desperate to hear me say it.
But he still said those things about my father trusting him. He still implied that this needs to end between us. Whether he meant it or not, I’m still angry at him.
“Maybe I do,” I say, causing his jaw to clench tight as he grits his teeth. “Maybe I’m already forgetting what yours feels like inside me.”
“No,” he rasps.
“Maybe I am.” I squeeze him, stroking faster. “Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”
“Fuck!”
He rips his hand from the tree and grabs me underneath my ass, lifting me against the trunk. My back flattens against the rough bark as he crowds me with his body.
“You won’t forget, Princess. Ever. I won’t let you.” He crushes his mouth against mine, kissing me forcefully until the air leaves my body. “I won’t let you.”
I grab either side of his face and hold it to mine, grazing his lips with my teeth as I match his fiery kiss with my own savage one.
“You don’t want me to forget?” I pant against his mouth.
The muscles in his arms work overtime as he grabs handfuls of my ass, then holds me up with one arm and grabs my breasts. His mouth slides to my neck, sucking it desperately before coming back to my lips with a curse.
It’s like he can’t figure out where to touch me because he wants all of me at the same time.
