THAT ONE WHISPERED WORD hangs in the air between us for a moment. The emotions in Sinclair's eyes are very clear when they present themselves. First, there is shock. His eyes widen the slightest bit and I can see right then and there that he had never expected me to call him the name that I gave him when I needed him inside of me so soon. Then, the shock fades and there is triumph. The one thing that Sinclair loves more than anything is when I call him "Sin," and to have just heard it slip from my stupid lips must give him cause to be proud of himself. The third and final emotion that he wears as the surprise and the triumph disappear is a look that makes my heart flutter and causes my stomach to tighten in anticipation.
Lust.
Pure, raw, unadulterated lust. The kind I have seen in his ey
