Page 17 of Hot Water

I dig my fingernails into his shoulders as I wrap my legs around him, trying to pull him closer and take him deeper.

His warm breath brushes my ear as he groans my name. The guttural sound is enough to shatter me into a million pieces. It’s so freaking sexy.

He takes me slow, so agonizingly slow, but there’s a rawness to it that’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I feel him everywhere, searing me all the way to my soul.

"Look at me," he orders, command vibrating in his voice.

I force my eyes open to find his blue eyes locked on my face, the intensity of his gaze piercing right through me. His pupils are dilated, dark with desire. I can almost taste his need on my tongue.

"That's it, mermaid," he murmurs as I lift my hips to meet his slow thrusts. “Move with me.”

I tangle my hands in his hair, pressing our foreheads together. His name leaves my lips in a whimper.

"Amelia," he growls, his voice gravelly. "God, you're so tight. So fucking perfect, mermaid."

I love the way he loves my body and everything about it. He isn’t shy about how sexy he finds me. I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do in his arms.

His next thrust hits the sweet spot deep inside me. I gasp in shock and delight, my fingernails digging into his back as he drags me closer to the edge of sanity. Every slow drive of his hips pulls me closer and closer to the edge.

"Don't close your eyes, mermaid," he breathes, his gaze tangled with mine, refusing to let me go. "I want you to see what you do to me."

"Oh, God, Sinclair," I gasp, pleasure radiating through me. "You feel so good." So freaking good.

His lips curve into a wicked smile. "Good. Because I intend to make you come undone, Amelia." His hand slips between our bodies, grazing my clit in a move that sends shockwaves through me.

I buck against him, crying out in surprise as he begins to rub circular motions. "Please, more," I beg, shameless and greedy. Desperate. So desperate.

He obliges without hesitation, pumping his hips deeper and grinding his thumb harder. The change of pace and pressure has stars bursting behind my eyelids.

I shatter with a loud cry, intense waves of ecstasy dragging me under. Pleasure rips through me, spreading outward to every nerve ending.

Somehow, I keep my eyes open, keep them on Sinclair. His expression is wild, almost feral as he buries himself inside me with a grunt, coming with me.

Watching him fall apart… God. I’ve never seen anything as fiercely beautiful.

I shake and tremble, caught in his gaze, unable to look away. Unable to breathe. Unable to think beyond the fact that I’ve fallen wildly, madly in love with him.

And I’m suddenly terrified he’s going to break my heart.

Once Sinclair leaves to go check in with Sullivan, I call my mom, desperately needing advice.

“Hey, sweet girl!” she cries. “Are you having fun?”

I chew on my bottom lip, not sure how to answer that question. I’m having more fun than I’ve ever had in my life. But there’s suddenly an entire, endless well of anxiety in my stomach, and it’s scaring the crap out of me.

“Uh-oh,” she says softly. “That bad, huh?”

“I met someone on my first day here,” I say in a rush. “We’ve been spending all of our time together, and I really like him. Like… really like him, Mom.”

“Well, that’s great news!”

“It’s terrible!” I cry, flinging myself down on the bed, all dramatic-like. “He lives in Texas. I live in Los Angeles.”

“You’re not tied to Los Angeles, sweetheart. You can work from anywhere,” she reminds me gently, which is true. I do most of my work from my own living room. Flying in for the occasional meeting wouldn’t be difficult.

“Yeah, but…”

“What?”

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