Page 6 of Protected by the Sinner (The Sinner’s Touch #2)
Sex carries a lot of weight for me.
I have no problem diving into a physical relationship, as long as both people understand that’s all it is.
That said, I’ve had many partners, and they never last long. Even though I do have a type—brunettes—what really gets me going isn’t just looks. It’s the sensuality. That extra something that can turn a not-so-beautiful woman into someone irresistible.
Amber is the full package.
Even though I’m not usually into just watching, I’ve brought her to one of the private rooms in the back of the club to test her. Nothing extreme—I don’t get off on public sex—just a space where voyeurs can watch their partners dance and enjoy themselves.
I wanted to see how she’d react. But now that we’re down here, I regret it.
Amber seems completely uninhibited, dancing on a table with other girls—clients’ companions—and even the men who came with dates look hypnotized by her.
Up until tonight, I never saw myself as possessive. I’ve never been with anyone long enough to even form that concept. But right now, I have the primal urge to toss her over my shoulder and get her the hell away from the eyes devouring her.
At the same time, I can’t stop watching her dance. You can learn a lot about someone from how they move, but Amber’s body language has been sending mixed signals from the moment we were alone.
I know liars—I’ve met plenty—but I can’t label her that. On the other hand, I know she’s hiding something.
Amber is a damn delight, but her being here is no accident.
If this were anyone else, I’d have already cut her loose. But this woman draws me in like a magnet. Just a few moments with her, and I’m already sure that when I finally get her naked in my bed, it’ll be explosive.
I shoot a message to Roman, who I know is up in my office here in the club, asking him to dig up whatever he can on her. He replies in under two minutes.
I almost smile. How could I forget who he is? Of course he was already checking her out the second she approached me.
Annoying as that is, I know he’s just doing his job. I’ve got enemies lurking in the shadows.
Roman: Lives in Dallas. Twenty-five. No known relatives besides a sister.
As far as I can tell, no real job or obvious source of income.
Rents a short-term apartment. Has moved around a lot over the last few years—between different states and even cities within Texas—but always ends up back in Dallas. I haven’t figured out why yet.
I text back, telling him to keep digging, and turn my attention back to her.
Some instinct warns me to make this simple. Just tell Amber to go. Even though I know Roman will find out whatever we need to know about her.
At the very least, I should keep my distance until then, but I won’t.
Adrenaline’s pumping through me like fire just thinking about how this night could unfold.
I still taste her tongue in my mouth, and the craving to feel her body open up for me is stronger than my sense of caution.
As if she’s picked up on my thoughts, the sexy little thing stops dancing and starts walking toward me.
I watch her hips sway. Maybe if it were someone else, that short skirt and sultry walk might come off as vulgar, but on Amber, it’s an overtly erotic invitation I can’t ignore.
“Did you have fun?” I ask.
“Not as much as I expected,” she says, grabbing a glass of water from a passing waiter—but not drinking it. “I thought you’d stay with me.”
“I preferred watching you dance.”
“Are you always just an observer, Mr. LeBlanc?”
I place my hand on the curve of her hip, sliding it down until just a few inches above her ass, pulling her close so she has to spread her legs to fit one of mine between them.
I brush my lips against her earlobe. “Most of the time, no, Amber. But I liked knowing your performance belonged to me.”
Her breath hitches, and her small hands land on my chest. She doesn’t push me away, so I pull her in tighter. I can feel the heat of her sex pressing against my thigh.
“Aren’t you assuming too much?” she asks, slightly breathless.
I nibble her ear, and she shivers. “Am I?”
“No. I was dancing for you. I like the way you look at me.” Despite the provocative words, she doesn’t sound entirely confident—as if she’s surprised by my desire.
“And how do I look at you?” I take one of her hands and guide her middle finger to my mouth, sucking on it.
She lets out a soft moan, and—maybe without realizing it—her body grinds slightly against my leg. “Like you can’t wait to touch me.”
I slide my hand down, squeezing her ass and letting my fingers trail along her bare thighs. “I want a lot more than to touch you. But not here. Come with me tonight.”
She pulls back a bit to look at me. “Where to?”
“You’ll have to trust me.”
“I don’t trust easily,” she says.
“Neither do I.”
“Then how did I get this close to you so quickly?”
“Only because I chose not to throw you out. I wanted you to stay. Besides, for what we’re going to do, trust isn’t exactly required.” I decide to lay it all out, make it clear that wherever this is going, it’s about physical satisfaction. Nothing more.
I’ve never lied or made promises just to sleep with a woman. I’m not about to start now.
I expect one of two reactions: softness from her thinking she can change me, or outrage at my bluntness.
But once again, Amber proves she’s not like the others.
She pulls out of my arms and takes a step back. “Good to get that straight from the beginning. We’ll both be using each other. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the restroom.”