No Ordinary Billionaire (The Sinclairs) (R) (10 page)

Fuck it.

He covered her mouth with his, savoring the sweetness of the connection as he devoured her. Spearing his hands into her soft curls, he lost himself in the feel of her body and the relief of finally being able to possess her in some way.

Mine. She’s mine.

Dante didn’t fight his needs anymore. He needed to brand her as his, he needed to dominate her and protect her, and he gave in to those entangled desires as his tongue explored her mouth, claiming every inch of it. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth even harder against hers, Dante nearly lost his mind from the pleasure of her submission.

I need to touch her before I lose it.

Taking one hand from her hair, he let it slide between their bodies, yanking on the drawstring of her shorts.

One touch. There’s nobody around. It’s dark.

When his hand slid into her shorts and beneath a light pair of panties, he knew one touch wasn’t going to be enough. His fingers met nothing but slick, velvety heat, and her pussy was saturated. Dante nearly groaned as he stroked through her sleek folds, his fingers searching and finding her clit.

He caught and swallowed a whimper coming from her throat, the sound of her arousal making him lose every thought except making her come. She needed, and he wanted to provide.

Pulling his mouth from hers, he rasped, “Come for me, Sarah. I need to make you come.” His need to satiate her was unstoppable. As much as he wanted to bury himself inside of her heat, he couldn’t. The beach was deserted at the moment, and there was only the moonlight to illuminate them, but he selfishly didn’t want anyone to see her vulnerable except him.

“I can’t,” she panted. “I—”

“You can,” he told her harshly, his breathing getting heavier as he grasped a lock of her hair and tilted her head back to taste the soft skin of her neck. He teased the small bundle of nerves relentlessly with his fingers, feeling her grow impossibly wetter as he stroked her over and over. “You’re so hot, sweetheart.”

“Dante, I can’t stop—”

“Don’t stop,” he demanded, feeling her entire body start to tremble against him. “Come for me.”

She moaned, making sweet sounds of pleasure that satisfied Dante in a way he’d never experienced before. He bit gently on the skin of her neck, and that seemed to make her even crazier. She squirmed, but he didn’t give a shit about the pain it caused to his sore ribs. Her frenzy fed his, and he put more pressure on her clit, moving faster and faster.

“Dante, Dante,” she moaned, her nails biting into his back through his light T-shirt.

“Come for me, Sarah,” he growled, loving the sound of his name on her lips when she was on the verge of orgasm, needing to feel her release.

“Yes,” she moaned, totally lost.

Dante covered her mouth again, this time to smother her scream as her body vibrated with the strength of her climax. He prolonged her bliss as long as possible, caressing her pussy until she sagged against him, spent.

Mine.

He wrapped an arm around her waist for support and laid her head against his shoulder, stroking her hair as he relished the feeling of exhilaration pumping through his body. The satisfaction vaulting through him right now was better than the best fuck he’d ever had.

“This is what we have in common, Sarah,” he said huskily as he absently toyed with her hair.

“Lust?” she answered breathlessly. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

For some reason, Dante wasn’t happy with her description of what was happening between them. He’d had lust. This was something entirely different. But he answered, “Yeah. What’s wrong with lust?”

“I didn’t think it would be like this,” she admitted, her voice laced with uncertainty. “That was . . . overwhelming.”

Dante felt like beating on his chest. Overwhelming was good. He wanted to shatter every illusion she had about sensible passion. She’d completely ruined him for ever having casual sex again. He knew that, and he wanted her to be as stunned as he was right now.

“Oh, God. I’m sorry. I’m all over you,” Sarah exclaimed, sounding mortified. “You shouldn’t be taking my weight right now. Damn! Why do you make me forget rational thought?”

Dante smirked into the darkness and tightened his hold on her. “It doesn’t hurt, and you can’t think straight because you just had a mind-blowing orgasm. And I wish you
were
all over me.”

“This is not amusing.” Sarah pulled away from him and picked up the dog leash on the sand. Coco was lying on the beach only a few feet away, and she snapped the leash onto the dog’s collar before she turned back toward him. “We have to stop this, Dante.”

“I can’t,” he told her gravely, knowing he couldn’t. This was as new for him as it was for her, but he wasn’t afraid of it. He was more afraid of losing the chance of having the intensity of the emotions Sarah made him feel. He’d been living in darkness since the day Patrick died. If he was honest, the emptiness had probably been there for quite a while on some level, even before Patrick’s death. “You make me feel alive again,” he confessed hoarsely.

Dante took her hand and led her safely to the boardwalk where there was more light. They started walking slowly back toward the youth center.

“I know these last few weeks have been difficult for you, Dante. Maybe you just need a distraction, but I can’t do this,” she said flatly as she walked along beside him.

“You think that’s what this is? A distraction? A distraction is watching a movie or a football game. A distraction is going fishing or stopping for a beer. A distraction is not losing my fucking mind over a woman.” Dante paused near his truck and grasped her upper arm to stop her from going any farther. “Have dinner with me.”

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with uncertainty and damp with tears. Seeing her sadness and her eyes welled up with tears slammed him in the gut.

“What’s wrong?” He was really worried now, and he was pretty certain this wasn’t a side that Sarah showed to anyone often. He pushed her gently back against the truck and crowded her, putting a palm on each side of her on the truck. She wasn’t getting away until she was smiling again.

“You make me feel alive, too,” she told him solemnly, as though it were a horrible, life-changing event. “I don’t know to handle it. I don’t know how to do . . . this.” She motioned at herself and then at him.

Dante grinned down at her. “Sweetheart, I know how to do it. I’ll be happy to teach you.”

She frowned at him. “That’s not what I mean. I know the anatomy part.” She paused for a moment before confiding in a whisper, “I’m scared. I’ve never felt this way before, and my body doesn’t react like this. I think, I reason, and when I’m with you, I just
feel
instead of trying to make sense of what’s happening between us. My body is in control instead of my brain. That’s never happened before, Dante.”

Dante wondered if she had ever said those words in her entire life. Again, he was overcome with the desire to protect her when she was vulnerable. “Don’t be afraid.” He gathered her into his arms and held her, his heart racing as he tried to wrap her up inside him so she’d never feel afraid again. “Have dinner with me. We can go to Tony’s Fish House. Jared said the food is good.”

Sarah sniffled as she leaned back and looked up at him. “It’s touristy and expensive. I’ve never eaten there.”

“I think I can afford it. Go with me. We have to eat, right? I hate eating alone.”

She eyed him warily, and Dante held his breath until she murmured, “I’m your doctor. I can’t be seen out with you in public.”

“You’re not my doctor anymore,” he told her irritably. “What I told Randi is true. I requested a change to Dr. Samuels. So no more bullshit. You’ll see the request for my medical records on your fax in the morning.” He knew if he didn’t change doctors, she’d keep her distance. At least if he switched physicians, she wouldn’t be able to use the excuse that she was his doctor. He was damn glad he’d done the switch now, after seeing how eaten up she was by guilt. The idea that she’d taken advantage of him was ridiculous, but she still had a deep sense of ethics. “So no more doctor-patient relationship.”

“You really switched?” she asked him, looking astonished.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I knew if I didn’t, you’d keep treating me like a patient,” he replied gruffly. “And that’s the last damn thing I want from you.”

“I’ll think about it,” she answered carefully. “Call me.”

He would. Tomorrow. Or maybe later tonight. He’d wear her down until she gave in to him. He wanted to explore what was happening between them. And he’d make sure she caved in.

He let her go, waiting for her to walk to her car. She didn’t. She started toward Main Street. “Where the hell did you park?”

“I didn’t drive. I walked. I like to walk.”

Dante calculated the distance to her house and some of the secluded areas she’d have to pass through to get there. “Get in the truck, woman.” He broke out in a cold sweat just thinking about her walking home in the dark. “It’s not safe for a woman to be walking home alone.”

Sarah stopped and turned around. “This is Amesport, not Los Angeles or Chicago.”

“I don’t give a shit. There are too many places where something could happen. You have tourists in this town. Not everyone is a local.” And even if they were all locals, there were crazy people everywhere. “Get in the truck.”

Her brows drew together in irritation, leaving a tiny crinkle between her eyes. “I’ve been walking it for a year. I do need exercise.”

“There are far more pleasurable ways to exercise,” he told her ominously, unlocking and opening the passenger door of the truck. “In,” he demanded. He’d be damned if he was going to let her walk one more step into the darkness.

She came toward him slowly, stopping in front of him. “Is that your police officer voice? It’s pretty bossy.”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what an asshole I can be. Be happy you’re not a criminal,” he told her dangerously.

“It kind of makes me want to run out and commit a crime. That whole dictator thing is pretty hot,” she mentioned matter-of-factly. “Not that I’d always obey your commands, but the whole caveman persona has its merits, sexually.” She paused before adding, “I think I might like it.”

Holy hell! She’s going to make me crazy! I’d like to go caveman all over her ass right now.

Not that his erection had ever subsided, but his cock was twitching merrily right at the moment. He picked her up and set her gently in the passenger seat. After taking the leash from her hand, he picked up Coco and placed the dog in the backseat. As he fastened Sarah’s seat belt, he replied, “You better get used to it, because I think you’re going to throw me back into the Stone Age.” He closed the door before she could reply. If she said one more word about the merits of being sexually dominated, his dick was going to explode.

Funny thing was, it was all an observation for her, and she was just starting to realize her own sexuality. Sarah wasn’t coming on to him, but it didn’t matter. The sexy, slightly bewildered, analytical voice just seemed to do it for him.

He jogged around the truck and jumped into the driver’s seat. “No more walking alone at night. Your pint-sized mutt isn’t exactly good protection.”

“Yes, Detective Sinclair,” she answered immediately, her lips forming into a smile.

Dante glared at her, wondering if she was being sarcastic. “What’s amusing? Your safety is not a joke. It’s dangerous for a woman to walk alone at night.”

“Nothing is actually amusing. I guess I’ve just never had someone worry about whether or not I was safe,” she answered carefully. “It’s . . . strange.”

“Then it’s about time somebody did,” he told her in a low, graveled voice, astounded that she’d never had anyone who looked out for her. But she’d told him about her mother, a woman who seemed to only be interested in her daughter’s scholastic achievements, and she had no siblings. It was highly possible that everyone assumed that because she was so gifted, so special, that she’d never needed any backup or support. How asinine was that? Because of her situation, what she’d really needed was a champion, a protector. Sarah dealt with things in black and white, logic and reason. Unfortunately, the crazies in the world didn’t analyze things in their brains the same way Sarah did.

Mine!

He’d gladly be the man who watched out for her. She might be more intelligent than he was, scholastically, but he was street smart, which was exactly what she needed.

He started the engine, backed out of the parking lot, and headed toward her house. They didn’t talk much, but every time he turned to look at her, she was still smiling.

CHAPTER 7

I just had an incredible orgasm on a dark beach like an overheated teenager!

She should probably be mortified, but she wasn’t. For the first time, she felt . . . normal. Dante had just opened a portion of her soul that she hadn’t known actually existed. She hadn’t lied when she’d admitted to him that he made her feel alive. When he’d said that to her, it was like her body was echoing the same emotions¸ as if some part of her that had been dormant her entire life had finally awoken.