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I follow Kincaid’s instructions until I arrive at his reserved suite. A tap on the door is all that I give before he pulls it open.
It’s as if he’s been standing here waiting for me.
The anger in his eyes has gone away. It doesn’t look the same as it did that night. His eyes are empty of nothing but desire.
I recognize that look so well. Kincaid looks as if he wants to throw me against the wall and screw the hell out of me. My chest heaves, and before I can say a word, he cups the back of my neck and pulls me close.
I tip up in my heels and push my lips against his. Kincaid devours me hungrily as though he’s been starving all along. I’m open to it because I have been. Truthfully, I haven’t been satiated since we left the yacht.
Five months. It almost seems like a lifetime ago. I’ve had sex with my husband once since he returned, and it did nothing to satiate my hunger; it only made me want Kincaid more.
Kincaid’s fingers rip at the pearl buttons on my blouse, and I hear them ripping off and scattering to the floor one by one.
A deep gasp falls from my lips as I push back, but he shoves me against the wall and closes his lips over mine.
Cade is nowhere to be found. It’s all Kincaid Maxwell this evening. His Grand Majesty in all his dark glory.
His hands roughly grab my breasts in their bra, and he yanks it down before he bites one nipple. I bite my tongue to hold back the scream building up within.
Just as easily as he bites me, he turns right around and soothes it with his tongue and lips. I welcome the cool sensation of his tongue against the tender, stinging, budded flesh.
My hands grapple with the dark strands of his hair as he lowers his head to kiss underneath my breasts and over the expanse of the skin on my stomach.
I can hardly catch my breath. The passion between us is so explosive. It appears Kincaid is everywhere all at once. His hands, lips, and nose touch me everywhere, and he’s back at my neck, biting at the hollow as my head presses into the wall.
He grabs one leg and jerks it up high around his hip, and I push forward as my heat needs to touch him, cooled by the sensation of him pressing back against me.
But when he does, oh god, when he does, it only fans the flames, and I’m burning that much hotter. I feel the sweat beads pop out along my hairline, and I wonder if the air is on in this place.
TheWentworth Mansionis a posh, upscale hotel with king-sized beds, gas fireplaces, crystal chandeliers, pressed tin ceiling tiles, parquet floors, Tiffany glass panels, handcrafted woodwork, and oriental rugs. They offer spa services, and it’s a charming hotel that is a lapse back into times of old, the gilded age of a late nineteenth-century Charleston.
Despite its age, the hotel is upscale, and I know the air must work, although it doesn’t feel like it. Even as he tugs my yellow linen skirt over my hips, it doesn’t get any cooler. And when the man kneels between my legs, lifting a Jimmy Choo linen patent leather mule-clad foot over his arm, I explode.
My body starts shaking as he slides my panties aside with one finger and then sniffs my scent.
“Kincaid,” I manage to eke out from my parched throat.
He sneers at me and says, “Don’t say a fucking word.”
“Please,” I beg.
“I don’t want to fucking hear your voice!” he grunts as he roughly shoves a finger inside me and then another.
My body tightens at the rough intrusion, but I realize that I like it so much. How could I be like this? Who is this woman that enjoys this darkness and chaos this man introduces into my life?
The sound of his fingers working me over becomes louder and louder as my body pours forth its juices showing just how pleased it is that he’s back.
Betraying bitch! I think.
Tears prick my closed eyelids, and I know that I shouldn’t be here, but from the moment that I decided to come here, I knew what would happen. If I’m honest, I wanted it to happen.
“Open your fucking eyes!” he grunts.
“I want you to watch everything that I do tonight. Everything that will prove to you that I’m the only fucking man who can make you cum how you do. The only man who knows your body and plays it expertly like a fiddle!” he growls.
Just like that, he’s made me cum, and he hasn’t even tasted me yet!
Once I’m finished gushing and tears fall down my face, Kincaid takes his first swipe at me with his long tongue. He presses it flat against me, and I try to squeeze my legs tight as my belly clenches.
