RUN AWAY? HAD he taken a look in the mirror at any point this evening? Because if he had, he would’ve known there was no one in the room who could pry me away from him tonight.
Apparently it didn’t matter whether the guy wore clothes or not—he was just as stunning in a suit as he was naked on a mattress. Everyone in this room knew what he was packing under his clothes, but I’d had an up-close-and-personal view.
I’d also been the dumbass walking away, and that was not happening tonight.
Sin’s arm around my waist tightened, pulling me even closer up against the hard lines of his body, and I realized I’d been so busy enjoying the feel of him that I hadn’t answered.
“Trust me,” I said, sliding my hands up his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”
A smile full of sexual promises curved Sin’s mouth, and I felt it all the way to my toes.
As we began to dance, I took the opportunity to really look at him. He wore his hair up tonight, tied back from his face, and I knew I’d have my fingers running over that scruff lining his strong jaw before the night was out.
On second thought…why wait?
I reached up, trailing my fingertips over the trimmed beard that matched the dirty blond of his hair. It was somehow both rough and soft to the touch, and I could only imagine the way it’d feel rubbing along my thighs, leading up to—
“Feel something you like?” Sin’s eyes darkened.
Oh, I could feel several somethings I liked—including the one growing harder between us.
Instead of answering, I simply smiled and rolled my hips against his. I let my hand drop from his face to the lapel of his suit jacket, looking at the tanned skin I could see from the collared shirt he’d left unbuttoned a little way. That seemed to jibe with what I’d so briefly seen of the man so far. Casual and easygoing, but with an erotic intensity that knocked me off my feet.
With one arm still wrapped around me, Sin lowered his hand to my ass, giving it a squeeze with every thrust of my hips. It didn’t matter that we were in a crowded room, that my friends were no doubt watching every second of this encounter. Hell, they were probably cheering me the fuck on and shouting directives from the VIP.
But I didn’t need any help here.
Sin’s head lowered as we danced, and for a heartbeat I thought he was about to kiss me. I breathed in the heady scent of his cologne and closed my eyes, and then I felt his lips brush lightly along my neck.
Damn. Just damn. I couldn’t hide the way that slight touch sent a tremor through my body. And all the while we kept moving, holding each other close as we danced to the pulsing rhythm.
Sin hummed by my ear, bringing to mind the thoughts I’d had of him earlier that week. The animalistic ones. The raw, earthy ones that made me feel desperate and needy. I was about two seconds from tearing his jacket off right there on the dance floor.
I curled my fingers into his lapel as I angled my hips forward, rocking myself up against his hard cock. The curse that left his lips had his warm breath washing over the skin of my neck.
“Ah, I know what you want…” Sin slid his hand up under my jacket, smoothing it along my spine until he could hold me in place. He wedged a foot between mine and dipped a fraction to grind on me, and my eyes practically rolled to the back of my head. “That it?”
“Mhmm. It’s definitely a start.”
He chuckled by my ear, and the rough sound vibrated through me, making every nerve ending come alive.
“Then maybe it’s time you come with me…” Fuck, he flicked his tongue over the lobe of my ear. “Somewhere a little more private.”
He was teasing me, using my own words from earlier against me. But damned if I cared. If there was a snowball’s chance in hell I would get to come with this man in the next handful of minutes, I would go anywhere he wanted me to.
“Lead the way.”
Sin’s lips curved into a smile that promised all kinds of delicious trouble, and I was a willing and eager participant, taking his hand. As he led me off the crowded dance floor, several people tried and failed to capture his attention. There was something so damn hot knowing that everyone in this room was here vying for his attention, but it was all centered on me.
So when he led us past the DJ into a small hall and told a tall, muscled guy in all black, “Don’t let anyone back here,” my dick started to pound in time to the throbbing music pumping out of the speakers.
Sin directed me a little way down the darkened path, and then tugged me inside a room.
I was about to ask him what he had planned next, but before I could utter a word, my back was up against the wall and Sin’s hands were on either side of my head. He stared down at me, those amber eyes practically glowing in the dimly lit space, and I groaned.
“Fucking hell.” Sin’s voice was raspy as his gaze drifted over me until it landed on the erection I had no hope of hiding. “I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since you eye-fucked me to orgasm last week.”
I pushed my hips forward, dying to get his hands on me. “I eye-fucked you?”
“You know you did. Stood there, out of touching distance, and stroked your dick, teasing me with what I couldn’t have.” Sin stroked the backs of his fingers down my lapel. “You’re in touching distance now…”
Fuck yes I was. I was in touching, kissing, and fucking distance. All of which I wouldn’t mind him doing to me right now.
“So, what are you going to do about it?”
A grin that could only be describe as sinful spread across Sin’s mouth, and he trailed his hand down my jacket and pushed the hem aside. Then he gently teased the outline of my dick.
“I’m going to fucking touch you.”
Before I could point out he already was, Sin flattened his palm and rubbed it up and down my length, applying a delicious amount of pressure before curling his fingers around me.
Then he leaned in until our lips barely touched and said, “And now, I’m going to taste you.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. The second his tongue swept across my lower lip and entered my mouth, I reached for his jacket and pulled him as close as I could get him.
His hand on my dick squeezed and massaged me through my pants, and his tongue tangled with mine the way I wanted our bodies to. The scruff surrounding his wicked mouth tickled the skin of my clean-shaven face, and when he nipped at my lower lip and brought his other hand off the wall to grab my ass, I moaned from the pure pleasure.
It wasn’t often I was with a guy taller than me, not to mention so much…brawnier. But something about the way Sin manhandled me made my dick pound even harder. I wound my arms around his neck, my fingers itching to get into his hair and pull his tie free, but when I felt my back move up the wall, I held on and went with it.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, bucking my hips forward against his.
“Jesus Christ, I knew you’d feel good against me.” He cradled my cheek and then drew his hand down to my neck before leaning in and nipping at my lower lip. “It’s a goddamn shame you won’t be the one under me at my next shoot.”
I rolled my hips forward, trying to get him to move again. “I’m here now…”
“Yes, you are,” he growled, moving his mouth down my jaw. “And I still can’t fucking have you.”
My eyes opened as I felt the scrape of his teeth against my skin. “In case it wasn’t clear, I’m up for this.” I thrust my hips against his, letting him feel exactly how up for it I was.
“You think I don’t want to take you right here, right now? That the way you’re moving your body tells me exactly how good this would be.”
“Will be,” I corrected him. If I wasn’t holding on to his shoulders, I would’ve reached between us and unzipped his pants just to clarify that this thing between us was happening.
I captured his mouth again, diving in deep to taste every inch of him, and he met me with equal fervor, intensifying the fire between us. My cock strained painfully behind my briefs in this position, needing the relief Sin’s body promised.
“Fuck.” He ripped his mouth away and dropped his forehead against mine. As he took in a ragged breath, the fog of lust cleared my brain enough that I realized something about this encounter wasn’t as two-sided as I’d assumed.
I lowered my legs back to the floor, wondering what the problem was, but I didn’t get a chance to ask before Sin said, “I can’t.”
It was like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over my head. He didn’t move away, as he seemed to try to get himself under control, but that was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to be out of control, and I wanted him so deep inside me I wouldn’t be able to walk out of here.
“I want to. Trust me, I fucking want to.”
Was he serious? “I’m not understanding the problem.”
Sin sighed and pulled back to look at me. His hand curved around the side of my neck, his thumb tracing my jaw. “Tomorrow’s my first big shoot. I’m under strict orders not to…come before then.”
I blinked once. Then twice. “That’s a rule?”
“Yep, sure is. No blowing my load twenty-four hours before.”
“What kind of bullshit is that?”
He lifted a shoulder, brushing his thumb over my lower lip. “Apparently these are long days that require a few takes.”
“I have a feeling you’ve got the stamina to follow through with tonight and tomorrow,” I said, pushing my still-erect cock against his. “They don’t have to know.”
A grin tugged at his lips. “You’re a bad influence.”
“I’ve been called that a time or two.”
I could see the war in his eyes, the struggle between what he wanted to do and what he knew he needed to. I didn’t give a fuck about rules or what was right; all I cared about was making the man I’d been fantasizing about for a week mine, at least for tonight.
“Wait a minute,” I said, stilling his hand as an unwanted thought occurred to me. It was stupid, considering what his job was, but I found myself saying it anyway. “Since your shoot’s tomorrow, I guess that means they found a replacement.”
Sin’s brows lifted. “A replacement for…?”
“For me.”
He bit back a smile as he dropped his hand from my neck. “Because you were supposed to be there in the first place?”
“Well, no…”
“Feeling jealous?”
My first instinct was to deny it, but just the thought of someone else touching him tomorrow had me irrationally annoyed. “Wouldn’t you be?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. He moved his hands to either side of my head again and leaned in close so that his breath was a whisper against my lips. “But if you want to take that spot, I could make it happen.”
Take that spot? He wasn’t talking about— Oh.
“Perform with you?” I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
“No? Because you don’t want to or you don’t want to be recognized?”
I considered his question. If I didn’t give a shit about my career or what anyone else thought of my choices, would I do it? I mean, I wasn’t exactly shy about sex, even with others watching. It was all hot to me, so yeah, if it weren’t for my modeling career, I’d give anything a go at least once.
“That’s almost an offer I can’t refuse,” I said.
“Then don’t.” Sin rubbed his palm against my dick again, the damn tease. “If I could promise your face would be hidden, would you come?”
I would come in about two seconds if he’d unzip my fucking pants now, but no. He wanted to torment me, get me riled up and craving him to the point where I would be willing to do anything he wanted me to.
“Sin…” I said, feeling my resolve slipping.
“That’s not a no…”
It wasn’t. But somehow, that word just wouldn’t come out of my mouth.
I couldn’t do this.
I shouldn’t do this.
But when he released me and straightened, I heard myself say, “Where and what time?”
