Sinclair emerged from the bathroom. “I’m ready.” Golden dreadlocks crinkled into big twists cascaded down around her shoulders. Although not revealing, her tangerine blouse hugged her full bosom, then lay over the top of the waistband of her jeans. Jeans that hugged the curves of her hips and thighs.
DAMN. Immediately, his body reacted to hers. It took Chance a moment to rise from his chair.
“I’m ready,” Sinclair repeated.
“Okay, so what do you want to do first? Casino downstairs or maybe walk under the lights on Freeman?”
Her eyes twinkled as she answered, “Lights.”
“Okay, lights it is. Let’s go grab a taxi.”
The cab ride to Freeman Street felt like the longest ride of his life. With her eyes closed, she rested her head on his shoulder the entire trip. Each rub of her cheek against his shoulder matched the caress of her breasts against his arm as she found the right spot to doze. Touch after touch increased his ache. His need and desire. His khaki pants pulled tighter against his body with each meeting of their bodies. Before the taxi dropped them at their destination, he hoped he could regain control.
When the taxi pulled up to the curb, he grew anxious, but he had to wake her in order to reach his wallet. After paying the driver and quickly counting to ten, he opened the door and they hopped out. “Sinclair you seem really tired. Maybe we should head back.”
“No, I’ll be fine.” She yawned and stretched.
Chance draped his arm around her and they walked. “Okay, Cinderella, we’ll have you home before midnight.”
“So, if I’m Cinderella, are you my Prince Charming?”
“Maybe not Prince Charming, but the Frog Prince.”
“Hmm…Frog Prince. So, I have to kiss you to break the curse?”
Chance stopped. He slowly backed Sinclair up against a brick wall and stared at her lips. He wanted to kiss her. For about six months, he’d wanted to. “You have to kiss me to break the spell. That’s true.”
Her breathing sped up to match his. “What spell?”
He couldn’t play the game any longer. “Sinclair, will you stop me?”
“Stop you? Chance, I—” Her words halted.
Chance’s hands explored Sinclair’s body. Slowly, he dragged them up and down along her butt, thighs and back. He placed his hands on either side of her head and intertwined his fingers in her locks. “Sinclair. Yes or no.”
Chance didn’t wait for her to finish. Her mouth opened to his. The warmth of her tongue increased his desire. This time, he didn’t count to ten or hide it. He pressed his to body hers and against the stone behind her.
Petite hands grabbed at the back of his shirt, pulling him closer.