“To stay and play.”
10
Control
Arousal soaked Evangeline’s thong as she stared into the eyes of the most powerful, most exhilarating man she’d ever known.
As if under a spell, her breathing fell in line with his. Being in his constant presence ignited a torrent of need. She’d been terrified on the plane, yet he’d calmed her. Pastor Joey was frustrating the hell out of her, but talking with Sin had taken the edge off.
The pent-up desire she’d been trying to ignore, exploded inside her. Sensitive nipples, wet panties, adrenaline zinging through her. She couldn’t take her eyes off him and she wanted to touch him so, so badly.
He didn’t need to tell her to look at him. She’d been unable to tear herself away. His steamy stare drilled into her and she felt herself getting pulled into the supermassive black hole that was Sinclair Develin.
She moistened her lips, sucked down a slow, deep breath. “Do you want to play withme?” she asked.
“Hell, yes.”
She crashed against him, the wild kiss unleashing her lust. She needed him, his touch, his commands. Hiseverything. She clung to him as if it were the planet’s last day. He had awakened her from the dead. She hadn’t been living. She’d been existing.
And she was ready to fly.
Gasping for breath, she ended the embrace. Yet, his breathing remained steady.Always in complete control.
“Will you surrender control to me?” he murmured.
“Yes.”
“No penetration.”
Her heart fell.
“This isn’t about fucking, Evan. It’s never been about that.”
“Right.”
He flagged down the waitress for an escort. Holding hands, they rode the elevator upstairs in a buzzing silence. Evangeline’s fingers tingled, her insides quivered while her erratic breathing roared in her ears like waves crashing on a rocky shore.
The waitress used a keycard to open the door marked “The Executive”. She glanced around before telling them the room was theirs for the evening. Sin pulled a twenty from his pocket and handed it to her. She left, closing the door behind her.
The room was dark, save for the nightlights. Fragrant lavender soothed her while a symphony of sounds prompted her to sway. But her eyes were trained on Sin.
Always on Sin.
He stood in the center of the room, away from the bed, the futon, the St. Andrew’s cross in the corner. “Come here.”
She obeyed, prepared to receive the ultimate pleasure.
He caressed her cheeks with his hands, cradling her face. Leaning down, he whispered, “My only care is you. Your pleasure, your ecstasy.”
She melted into a placid pool of need.
“What don’t you want? What can’t I do?”
“No pain.”
“You used to love an occasional spanking.”
“I still do, if you’re the one doing it.”
