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his cock. “Feel that?”
    “Yeah,” she sighed.
    “I know how to use it.”
    Sinclair gave a little breathy giggle.

Chapter Six
    Sinclair wanted to jump from her skin she wanted Marcus so bad. Her legs would hardly carry her into the cabin and when she stumbled in her three-inch heels as they walked the path to the door, Marcus picked her up in his arms without saying a word.
    The man who’d been her bodyguard and her dinner partner on business trips that had required a plane to get there—and even some that hadn’t—had become her knight and would soon be her lover. She bit down on her lower lip as she stared at his profile.
    He carried her as though she weighed nothing. She leaned her head against his shoulder, inhaling his musky scent mixed with the salty sea air of the Caribbean. He kicked the door open and turned sideways so they would fit through the opening. Sinclair giggled and kicked her foot out as he used his heel to shut the door behind them with a bang.
    This was it. No turning back.
    Marcus set her on her feet and she turned to head to her room to grab condoms, but he stopped her cold by grabbing the back of her dress and jerking her against his chest. She gasped at the forceful way he tugged her toward him, then wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her tight.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” he purred in her ear, his voice deep and sexy.
    “To get condoms,” she whispered, then bit her lip as his hands slid lower to cup her sex from the front.
    If she kept biting her lip, it would soon bleed.
    “I’ll take care of that.” He grabbed the edge of her dress and lifted it. “Raise your arms.”
    She lifted her arms over her head, allowing him to remove her dress. He tossed it somewhere across the room where it landed silently. She remained in front of him, dressed only in her bra and heels, her back to his chest, her breathing fast and shallow. His fingers moved back between her legs to slowly circle and tease her sensitive clit. This long drawn-out foreplay of his was driving her insane. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.
    “Marcus,” she pleaded.
    “In time.” He moved his hands to her back to unclasp her bra.
    Her breasts were heavy and full, aching for his touch as her bra also fell to the floor. The clasp clanged softly against the tile, but she barely noticed it as she used the toe of her shoe to kick it aside.
    “I told you I want to take things slow.”
    He reached around and cupped her breasts, kneading them within his palms. Every part of her wanted to sink to the floor and beg him to take her. She could feel his erection against her hip. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
    He pinched at her nipples and she moaned at the pleasure pain that raced through her system. Arching her back, she encouraged him to knead harder, to pinch again and again. She reached back and gripped his slacks. She wanted to rip them off, throw him to the floor and sink onto his engorged rod. He was driving her insane.
    “God, I love these breasts,” he whispered.
    “Marcus,” she pleaded again.
    “Be patient,” he commanded and her heart raced at the dark, dominant sound to his voice. “I’m going to spend the entire night making you come over and over. I’m going to make you scream my name in pleasure.”
    His hands slid lower and again brushed her clit with his middle fingers. She whimpered as her knees almost buckled under the teasing.
    “I’ve wanted you too long to rush it. Walk to the bedroom,” he commanded.
    She stumbled toward hers, her legs wobbling in her heals. He gripped her hair, tugging her to a stop. She gasped at the tingles of lust that ran down her spine at his semi-rough treatment.
    “Not yours,” he growled sexily. “Mine.”
    She swallowed and he released her hair, allowing her to head toward his room. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she noticed Marcus remove his shirt. She stopped and turned to admire his tan, thick chest. There was