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He led me to the bed and grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt. I was tempted to yank it off and drop my sweat pants but sensed he was going to take it slow. Pulling the sweatshirt over my head, he tossed it, and keeping his gaze on me, he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me against him.

There was no mistaking his arousal, and I ground against him. He leaned in and whispered how I turned him on. I slapped both hands on his butt and squeezed his cheeks as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of my pants.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Take them off, I’m begging you.”

He lowered them inch by inch, as if in slow motion, and I stifled the urge to rip them off. I wasn’t wearing underwear, as I’d had my shower, and he exposed the dark patch of hair at my crotch. My hard pink cock poked out, and there was a sharp intake of breath from him.

I shuddered when he traced from my belly button down my happy trail. But he paused and glanced at me as if asking for permission again. Taking his hand, I wrapped his fingers around the shaft, and he pumped my cock. My head fell to the side as a delicious tingling came over me, and he tugged my length harder. I wriggled my hips, the pants puddled at my feet, and I kicked them off.

Sinclair bent his head, and with one hand still on my length, he took my nipple in his mouth. My head fell onto his shoulder.

“You need to get naked too,” I whispered.

He moved fast and tore off his shirt and pants, leaving only his briefs. I stared open-mouthed at the huge ridge outlined in his underwear, wondering how his length was going to fit in me. But the tattoo on his arm also caught my attention, and I trailed a finger over the ivy, poppy, and wren. He had his daughters’ images chiseled in stone, but they were also etched on his skin in permanent ink.

There was a tiny tug on my heart that this man loved so fiercely, but I brushed it away as he took hold of his briefs. I waggled my finger. “Uh-uh.” I wanted to do that, but first, I cupped his bulge.

He hissed, “You’re driving me crazy.”

I paused, and the only sound in the room was his heavy breathing as I slipped my hand inside his briefs. He panted and closed his eyes when I got rid of his underwear. I licked my lips and eyed his engorged cock, wanting to lick the droplet of pre-cum on the tip.

I was about to drop to my knees, but Sinclair picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his hips. My arousal was pressed against his, and I swayed my hips.

He nibbled my ear. “I can’t believe you’re here with me.”

After putting me on the bed, he nudged my legs apart. He shuffled closer and leaned over me. He grew still and wasn’t even blinking as he stared at me. I shivered at his intense gaze, and he grinned and tapped the goosebumps winding their way over my skin.

Placing a finger on the tip of my nose, he traced it over my nose and lips to my jaw and chest and finally to my belly button. I arched my back as I silently begged him to keep going, and a pink flush spread over my skin.

His cock brushed against my thigh, and I gripped the bedding, anticipating him putting it inside me. He fell toward me, and I gasped, but his hands were on the mattress at my sides, preventing him from slamming onto me. I didn’t want to think of how he did that so quickly. I just wanted him.

“Sorry, did I scare you?” He was sporting a wicked grin.

I yanked his head closer. “You don’t sound sorry.”

Sinclair didn’t respond. Instead, he lined himself up with my hole that was slippery with slick. I tensed not because it was painful but because I knew what was coming. And I wanted it so badly.

He pushed just the tip of his length in, and I panted because he was huge. But I wanted all of him.

His eyes searched mine. “Are you okay?” He didn’t thrust in further.

“I’m fine.” Removing my hands from the quilt, I gripped his shoulders. “I need you.”

He eased in, and I closed my eyes as he filled me. I felt every inch of him sliding in while I stretched around him. And when he was lodged in deep, he waited again. But I was so tired of going slow, I squeezed around his length.

“River, if you… when you do that I…”

Pulling his head closer, I whispered, “You like it?”

“Mmmm.”

For just a second, I wondered why this was different. It was a hookup like any other and yet his tenderness as he pushed hair from my eyes, his long almost loving glances, made it feel like something else.

But he was fully seated, and I pushed that thought away. He kissed the tip of my nose. It was such a sweet Sinclair gesture that I wasn’t ready for him withdrawing and slamming in.

“Sinclair. Oh gods.” There were no words to describe what I was feeling.