6. Amelia

"You have to stop kissing me,"Sinclair growls against my lips, pressing me up against the door. His erection presses against my stomach, making it pretty obvious that he definitely doesn't want me to stop kissing him.

"Oh, yeah? Why is that?" I bite his lip, dragging my hands down his abdomen toward his cock. "Because it seems to me that the last thing you want is for me to stop kissing you."

"You're sore, mermaid." He kisses me again and then again. "You need a break."

"Had one." I wrap my hand around his erection, squeezing him through his shorts. "Didn't like it."

"Amelia." I think he intends for my name to sound stern. It comes out like a moan instead.

"I forgot to mention something important, Sinclair," I whisper, tugging at his zipper. It parts easily, allowing me to slip my hand inside his pants. I flick my eyes open, meeting his hot, half-lidded gaze as I pull his cock out of his pants. I'm so turned on, it's a physical ache, growing bigger by the second. "I never do what I'm told."

"Fuck," he growls, heat blazing like the sun in his blue eyes as I sink to my knees in front of him. "You want to suck my cock, mermaid?"

I answer with my lips around the head of his cock. It's a language… just not one that requires words. His salty, tangy taste bursts on my tongue, making me moan around him.

I plunge down, taking more of him. My lips stretch around his massive length.

"Fuck," he groans, scooping my hair up into his fist to watch me. "You look good with my dick in your mouth, mermaid. It's the first time you've stopped sassing me since I met you."

I flick my gaze up to his, pulling back. "I can talk with my mouth full, Sinclair."

"Yeah?" He grins, his eyes dark and heated. "I have a better plan. Pull that skirt up and play with yourself for me, mermaid. Let's see how sassy you can be while you're coming on your fingers for me."

Oh, his plan is way better than my plan.

"Fine," I say, not willing to tell him that. "But only in the name of science."

His smile makes my clit pulse. I swear, there's nothing hotter than this man when he's happy. Well, except maybe this man when his dick is inches from my face, and he's happy. That's definitely top of the list.

I drag my skirt up my thighs, wriggling until it's out of the way. And then, just because I can, just because I know he's impatient to see all of me, I take my sweet time moving my panties to the side.

By the time I finally slip them aside, revealing myself to his hungry gaze, he's growling.

"Touch yourself, mermaid," he orders me, all hot and bossy.

"Like this?" I tease, slowly parting my folds before running my finger around my clit. I'm so freaking wet. This would be embarrassing if it weren't so hot.

"God, yeah, baby. Just like that." He tips my head back, pressing his cock eagerly against my lips. "Open up for me."

I flick my tongue against the head, licking all over it before I give him what he wants. He growls a curse when I plunge down suddenly, taking him as deep as I can.

I moan around him. This is definitely way better than my plan. I get lost in the rhythm, plunging down on him and then pulling back as my fingers roll across my clit, the pleasure building quickly.

He watches me like he can't look away, his eyes on fire, his cheeks flushed. He's so freaking sexy. I've never loved anything the way I love this man.

I choke on his cock.

Holy crap. I'm in love with him.

"Fuck," he growls when my throat closes around him. He pulls back suddenly, leaning down to yank me off the floor. My back lands against the door.

Before I can even process the movement, he's pushing his way inside me.

My head falls back on a loud moan, an intense blast of pleasure ripping through me.

"Slow, baby," he growls when I immediately try to lift up and drop back down. "I fucked you raw. We're doing this slow."

"Please," I whimper, clawing at his back. "Please, Sinclair." I feel like I'm spiraling out of control, need and desire crashing together with my revelation to create a riptide unlike anything I've ever felt before. If he doesn't fuck me hard, I'm going to drown in the onslaught.

His eyes flare at my plea, his grip on my hips tightening. "You're going to be the death of me, mermaid," he says, his voice strained, before he drives into me again, a slow, relentless thrust that leaves me gasping for breath.

He fills me inch by inch, stretching me. My inner muscles throb faintly, but the pleasure is far more acute than the tiny sliver of pain.

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 leavesto 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?"

"What if he doesn't want me to work from anywhere? What if he wants this to end when his vacation does?" I whisper, clutching the phone tightly. "I think I have to break up with him."

Tears pool in my eyes at the thought. It's a terrible, awful thought. I don't want to break up with him. I don't want this to end at all. But he hasn't said anything about me moving to Texas with him or him moving to Los Angeles with me.

He hasn't given me any hint that he wants this to continue beyond vacation. I mean, he said I was his future. But what does that even mean? For all I know, he could have meant that I was his immediate future and that was it.

I know he feels something for me. I felt it when I was in his arms today and he was inside me. But… I'm spiraling. I know I'm spiraling, but I can't stop now that I've started. I'm in love and I'm freaking out.

"Oh, honey. You're in love with him, aren't you?"

"So in love," I whisper. "He's amazing, Mom. He's everything I ever wanted. But what if I don't get to keep him?"

"What if you do, darling girl?"

"I… I want to keep him," I whimper pitifully. "I want that so freaking bad! But what if I don't break up with him and he breaks my heart, Mom? I'm so scared that's how this is going to end."

"Oh, hell no," Sinclair growls from behind me. "You aren't breaking up with me, mermaid."

I fly off the bed with a gasp, my eyes wide as they land on him standing inside the doorway to the bedroom, his face a thundercloud. He stomps toward me, hot and furious.

"Sinclair," I whisper.

He doesn't say anything as he gently pries the phone from my hand. His eyes never deviate from my face. He lifts my phone to his ear. "Mrs. Reynolds? My name is Sinclair Midnight," he murmurs. "I'm crazy about your daughter. But she's going to have to call you back after we get a few things straightened out."

I whimper, flickering my gaze toward the door.

Should I make a run for it?

Crap. He's a cop. He probably runs way better than he swims.

"Don't even think about it," he mouths to me, eyes narrowed to slits.

I gulp.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll tell her. And I promise, she's being well taken care of here. Yes, ma'am." He pulls the phone away from his ear and tosses it toward the bed.

"Sinclair, I thought you were going to see Sullivan."

It's clearly the wrong thing to say because the next thing I know, I'm flying through the air. I land on my back on the bed, with his hand behind my head, cradling it so it doesn't bounce.

"You told your mom that you want to break up with me," he growls, looming over me like a hot, pissed-off giant. "What the fuck, mermaid?"

"I don't want to break up with you!" I cry.

"That's not what it sounded like to me."

"Well, you missed the part where I told her that I'm in love with you, you big jerk!" I push against his chest, but he's an immovable wall. "And I guess you also missed the part where I said I'm scared you're going to break my heart when you end this at the end of your vacation."

For the second time since I met him, he does the exact opposite of what I expect. Instead of responding with words, he stares at me for a long moment, and then he throws his head back and laughs loudly.

"Stop laughing at me," I growl, tears welling in my eyes as I push him again, trying to throw him off me. "I don't want you to break my heart, Sinclair. It's not funny."

"Baby." He grabs my hands, pinning them to the bed beside my head. "The fact that you think I want this to end when my vacation does is hilarious. Have you not heard a word I've said to you this week?" He presses his forehead to mine. "I'm in love with your crazy ass, mermaid. Head over fucking heels in love with you."

"You didn't say that."

"I'm saying it now, Amelia," he growls. "I love the fuck out of you. You aren't breaking up with me, and I'm not going to break your heart. You're my future, mermaid. My forever."

Well, that's far more clarifying. I like the way forever sounds. I like it a lot.

"But what about?—?"

The warning growl rumbling in his chest silences me. So does the grumpy look on his face.

"Never mind," I say quickly.

He stares at me for a moment and then shakes his head, smiling. "Smart choice, baby." His lips touch mine in a sweet kiss. "You done freaking out now?"

"I don't know," I whisper. "Maybe."

"Good. You going to tell me that you love me?"

"I already did?"

He narrows his eyes at me. "Without calling me a big jerk this time, Amelia."

I bite my lip, fighting back a smile. "What do I get in return?"

"This dick, if you aren't careful," he growls.

"In that case… no."

I shriek as he flattens himself on top of me, growling. "I was kidding! I love you. I love you! I love you!"

"Too late, little mermaid. Too fucking late."