“You should be careful. I won’t hesitate to take you right here.” He narrowed his eyes until they were hooded.
My favorite look. “Right here. You mean in front of hundreds of people as they walk by?” I pushed away, taking several steps so he couldn’t grab me, swaying my hips back and forth.
He slowly shook his head. “Right here, baby.”
“Maybe I’d like it. Have you ever thought about that?”
He took slow and easy steps toward me until we were standing only inches apart. “You do realize you belong to me.”
“All of me?” Why was it that every sensual word dripping from his mouth could make me so wet? My panties were damp, my core throbbing exactly like his cock was doing.
“Every inch.” When he pulled me into his arms again, I arched my back just as he lowered his head.
The moment he pressed his lips against mine, it was as if the entire world around me had just disappeared. The noise ofthe street, the incredible music coming from everywhere faded. There was only our hearts beating as the joy of being with him exploded into something even more powerful than before.
Even the taste of him was stronger, so sweet and so indulgent that all I wanted to do was remain in his arms for the entire night.
Although I wouldn’t mind having his cock thrust deep inside.
He swept his tongue inside, dominating mine as he always did. And I loved every second of it. Just being in his arms felt safe.
And right.
Maybe he’d already grabbed my whole heart, combining it with his own.
I was lightheaded when he pulled our lips apart, yet he remained close. So close.
“Yes, every inch,” he repeated.
This time, as he took a step away, I sensed he had something less romantic on his mind.
“What’s wrong?”
He took his time before answering, heading toward the huge window fronting the store. “Your father was likely killed because of what he knew.”
“Oh.” It wasn’t a shock. I’d felt it in my bones.
When he turned his head, I could tell he was trying to ensure I was alright. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m ready to move on.”
“Are you serious about wanting to help with the Brotherhood?”
I sashayed closer. “Oh, yes. Bring it on.”
He hesitated, the look on his face one I knew well. There was more to the story. “Then I have some evidence that you might need to see, but it will draw you further into the past.”
“Whatever it is, I can handle it. I’m a big girl.”
Sinclair sighed before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. “For whatever reason karma had brought us together. It was as if providing an end to one cycle while bringing the possibilities of new life to another.”
“In other words, our lives are permanently intertwined.”
At least now his eyes twinkled. “Yes.”
I took the paper, also hesitating before stepping away and further toward the window. When I read the contents, the immediate flashback memories were brutal. Every emotion I’d experienced before blasted into me. Yet within seconds, I was very calm. “You’re certain about this?”
“I am.”
“Then what do we propose to do about it?”
