Trista Ann Michaels (3 page)

“I’m starving,” he whispered, trying to break the suddenly steamy mood.

He wanted her, but he wanted to wait till the right time. When she was freaked out by everything that had happened was most definitely not the right time.

She giggled and turned to face him. She was so close he could see the gold flecks in her eyes. Long dark brown lashes fluttered slightly as she gazed up at him with eyes so damn dreamy he could get lost in them. She appeared slightly surprised as her lips parted and she drew in a quick breath of air, apparently whatever she was going to say forgotten. God, he knew that feeling.

His cock did an immediate salute of attention and he almost cringed. Lifting his right hand, he fingered a blonde curl. “I don’t know about you, but I could go for a burger or something.”

“Um…” she murmured and stepped back. “Yeah, I could go for something to eat, too.”

He smiled slightly as he realized disappointment shined in her eyes. She’d wanted him to kiss her. His smile widened when she moved to grab her purse off the counter that separated the small kitchen from the living area. If she wanted a kiss, he’d definitely give her a kiss.

But not yet. He’d make her wait for it.

His gaze wandered lazily down her curvy figure and his fingers twitched to skim over those curves. He liked fuller-figured women. She wasn’t a stick figure, she was a woman with hills and valleys and hips that swayed seductively as she walked. He would guess her size to be about a nine, maybe an eleven. Her breasts were definitely Ds. As he studied her long-sleeve top he realized she wasn’t dressed for this weather or this resort for that matter.

“You might want to change before we go eat, sweetheart. I don’t think you’ll be very comfortable in that.”

She glanced down at her herself in surprise. “Crap,” she said in frustration. “I forgot.”

It made Marcus feel good he could distract her that much. “I can wait.”

She started to turn toward one of the two identical bedrooms, but stopped and let her eyes wander down his body. His traitorous cock immediately responded and he plopped down on the arm of the chair closest to him to hide the fact.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

She raised an eyebrow and he almost chuckled. “Going to dinner in your uniform?”

He shrugged. He wasn’t, but he thought he would tease her just for the fun of it. “Why not? Women like men in uniform and I have a feeling people of the opposite sex might be nice to have close at hand in this resort.”

Her lips twitched. “Or a drawer full of toys.”

“Not the same thing.”

She grinned and turned to walk away. “Then you don’t have the right toys.”

“If you think toys are better, then you obviously haven’t been with the right man,” he called after her.

His gaze dropped to the sway of her ass as she made her way to the other bedroom. His cock hardened even more as he imaged her using some of those toys. Or better yet, him using some of those toys on her himself during foreplay.

He could spend hours pleasuring her with toys. Then, when they’d exhausted all of those, he’d use himself. His lips twitched slightly as he imagined her screams. God, if she was half as good as he suspected she was, he’d be in heaven. Sinclair was passionate, fiery, and had a way about her movements that just shouted sex.

Rubbing his hand across his lips, he decided to shove those thoughts aside for now, otherwise they’d never make it to the damn restaurant.

* * * *

What the hell was I thinking?

She tugged at the short skirt of her sundress and regretted her decision not to wear panties. At the time, she’d thought it might be fun, knowing she wasn’t wearing them and thinking what it would be like for him to slide his hand up her thigh and under the skirt. They flirted all the time. The things they’d said to one another at the cabin hadn’t been anything different than they’d said to each other before.

This time, though, they were staying in the same room, just feet away from each other. This time, there was no hiding or running back to her room to lock the door.

It would be so inappropriate to sleep with him. She knew it. He
should
know it. He was her transportation. If things went bad, the next trip would just be too weird. She liked this job too much to jeopardize it, even for a weekend romp with one of the sexiest men she’d ever met.

She glanced over at him as they followed the waiter to their table out on the terrace. He’d changed into Dockers and a short-sleeve shirt. The warm Caribbean breeze ruffled his hair and she clenched her fingers to keep from smoothing it back into place.

She should be realistic. He probably went for more skinny women with perfect figures, not flawed ones like hers. She wasn’t fat by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn’t model thin either. She had curves, she had boobs and she had hips.

As the two of them took a seat, Sinclair tried to remember what type of women he liked. He usually stayed with her, making sure she was never alone. In the past, she’d appreciated it. Here, she had a feeling the constant attached-at-the-hip mentality would get them in bed together before they realized what hit them.

She glanced around at their surroundings to try and take her mind off Marcus and bedrooms. Their table was nestled in a dimly lit, secluded corner. A candle flickered within a crystal holder and tropical plants surrounded them on three sides, giving them more privacy than she would’ve expected. Through the leaves, she could see and hear the ocean as the waves crashed against the sand. The whole thing was incredibly romantic, and she began to feel just a smidge uncomfortable and uncertain.

Thank God everyone in the restaurant appeared to be on their best behavior and dressed. She wasn’t sure she could handle another display of public sex without jumping Marcus’s bones. Just thinking about the couple she’d witnessed earlier made her wet. Her friend Karen would be on her back laughing her ass off if she knew what kind of resort she’d ended up in.

Is this what her hermit boss was into? Or did he just see it as a good investment? It would’ve been nice to have a head’s up about what went on here. She wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but she would’ve liked to be better prepared. A vibrator wasn’t going to cut it here.

Not by a long shot.

Chapter Four

Marcus tried hard to keep his mind off sex, but he was failing miserably. Through the leaves of the plants surrounding him, he could see couples off in the distance. They were gathered around the pool, soft torch light cast their bodies in a golden glow as they mingled. Some moved sexually against others. Some stood on the edges, watching anxiously for the orgy to begin, which is usually how those pool parties ended. The faint sound of drum beats echoed the sound of his own pounding heart as he stared at Sinclair across the table.

He’d never wanted anyone so fucking badly in his life.

The short, red and white sundress brought out her complexion and showcased legs that were long and tan. Her breasts pressed against the material and he imagined they would fill his hands perfectly. Her nipples would be hard against his palms. She tilted her head to the side and he blinked, forcing his gaze to her face. Had she asked something?

“You’re awfully distracted,” she said.

If she’d noticed where he’d been staring, she didn’t let on, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief. He wanted to hurry and finish their dinner. The sight of an orgy might be just the thing to get her in the mood. God was going to strike him down for this, but he had a feeling he could use all the help he could get. Sinclair took her job seriously and that meant no sex play with coworkers.

“I’m sorry,” he said, smiling slightly as he reached for his beer. “I was listening to the music in the distance.”

She frowned. “Music?” She listened for second then grinned. “Very tribal.”

Yeah, tribal.
“I think it’s coming from the pool area.”

“They’ve probably got some strip show or orgy going on over there,” she replied with just a hint of sarcasm.

Marcus almost choked on his shrimp. “Orgy might be fun,” he said just before taking another sip of beer.

He didn’t miss the heat of a blush move over her cheeks as she lifted her glass of wine and took a sip. He was glad she hadn’t chosen anything stronger than that. He wanted her relaxed, but not drunk.

They finished dinner in relative silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Marcus wondered what was going through her mind as she stared out toward the ocean in the distance. Once finished, he led her from the restaurant and out into the warm night air.

They walked silently toward the pool area and he was surprised she didn’t offer any resistance. Had she forgotten about the orgy comment? Instead, she sashayed, her body swaying seductively to the thumping drum beat. She smiled dreamily as her hips undulated back and forth, causing her skirt to lift and expose more of her legs. He could imagine the curve of her ass as her dress just barely missed letting him catch a glimpse.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted her and he was tired of waiting. He reached out and grasped a handful of material at the small of her back, pulling her to a stop. In the distance, mingled with the drumbeat were the moans and sighs of several undulating bodies. He tugged on her dress and she turned to look at him in surprise.

He kept hold of the soft material as he stepped closer to her, invading her space. She looked up at him with wide, desire-filled eyes. The sounds of sex had gotten to her like they had to him. His cock was so hard he was sure he could use it to hammer a nail. She had to know how much he wanted her.

He skimmed his hand under the hem of her skirt and slowly feathered his fingers over the side of her leg. The muscles twitched beneath his touch and he flattened his palm against her. He watched her closely, waiting to see if she would push him away. She didn’t move, instead, just stared at him. The desire he felt for her was mirrored in her own eyes and his heart raced wildly.

He kept his gaze locked onto hers as he slid his palm around to her hip. He pulled, roughly forcing her body up against his.

She gasped and reached up to dig her fingers into his shirt but she didn’t push him away. Her eyes darkened as he dropped his face close to hers. He could feel her shallow pants against his lips, see the beat of her heart in her neck. He moved his other hand to her waist as well, holding her against his cock as he slowly moved his hips back and forth, pressing his hard shaft into the softness of her belly.

“I’m tired of waiting,” he murmured against her mouth.

“Waiting for what?” she whispered, her voice soft, her breath warm and spicy from the wine.

“Waiting on you to admit you want me as much as I want you.”

“Oh,” she mouthed just barely above a whisper.

His mouth descended on hers and he couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure as her lips parted beneath his. His tongue licked along the seam, teasing them both before delving inside to taste. She was sweet and spicy, hot and sexy. Just like he knew she would be, and when her tongue touched his, her kiss met his in a passion that rivaled his own, he wanted to rip her clothes off where they stood.

He could. Here at this resort he could, and his fingers tightened on her waist with the knowledge he wouldn’t need to take her back to the room. He could do everything to her he wanted right here.

Her hands lifted to his chest and her fingers flexed against his muscles, making his heart pound wildly. She tasted so sweet, just like he knew she would. Her body felt incredible as it fitted against his perfectly. Her tongue twirled around his, mating with him in a way that made his knees weak.

Without warning, she tensed and tried to break free of his kiss.

“Marcus,” she panted. “What the hell are we doing?”

He loosened his hold and let her step away, but he stayed close. He would allow her a second to breathe but no way was he giving up. Not now, not after that kiss.

“Sinclair,” he said hoarsely.

*

Sinclair gaped at him, trying her best to get her breathing under control. Though quick, that kiss had been incredible, and all she could think about was rushing back into his arms, but she needed to breathe and think. They worked together. This would not be the smart thing to do no matter how much she wanted it.

As she stared into his lust-filled blue eyes, she wondered why she even fought it. She would love nothing more than for him to take her. Why not?

What if it didn’t work out? That’s why not.

“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispered.

Marcus shook his head. “I disagree.”

She licked her lips and glanced around for an escape route. If she wanted to leave, she would have to push past him. If the desire in his eyes was any indication, he wouldn’t make it easy for her, and that thought did nothing to calm her libido.

The sound of couples having sex just on the other side of those bushes made saying “no” all the harder. It was like being bombarded with sexual and pornographic images and her body reacted with a vengeance. It had been so long, just thinking about what those couples were doing combined with the look in Marcus’s eyes made her want to jump onto the table, spread her legs and say “take me”.

She drew in a slow, shaky breath. “Marcus,” she pleaded.

“Is that a plea for me to leave or for me to continue?”

“I’m not sure.”

“We’re adults, Sinclair. We’re not children. We can handle working together and having sex.”

Sinclair swallowed. “I’m not so sure I can.”

Marcus took a step toward her and she jumped back. Her hips hit the table, making the legs scrape loudly across the stone floor. She reached down, grasping the edges with her fingers and holding tight to keep from pulling him to her. She wanted him so much her pussy actually hurt. It throbbed with the need to feel him inside her, filling her. She glanced at the bulge behind his zipper—the very large, thick bulge. She imagined him stretching her as he thrust deep and her whole body shivered in need.

“Have feelings for me?” he asked.

The seductive, teasing tone to his voice made her move her gaze back to his face. Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t bring herself to actually say anything. Did she have feelings for him?