Seduced by Sin: Sean (Rugged Riders #3) (16 page)

T
anya gets
in way over her head when she decides that the cure to her lovesickness includes playing the field to her advantage. She vows to enjoy one reckless night with a man to help rid her mind of the ex who trashed her heart. There is one who fits the bill…

M
arcus is
the complete opposite of Tanya’s ex. As a member of Rugged Riders, a notorious biker club, he and his brothers are known for their street-savvy swagger and their wicked ways with women. When they first meet up, Tanya and Marcus attain a mutual understanding, and she knows just what to expect from him—a thrill ride when she needs it and nothing more. When Tanya finds out that Marcus has more in common with her ex than she thought, she sets up even more barriers to guard her heart.

N
ot only is
Marcus a beast in bed and a thrill seeker behind his bike, he dominates in the boardroom as CEO of multi-million dollar company, Svelte Technologies. He’s no stranger when it comes to the game of pursuing what he wants. And Marcus wants Tanya for real and in his life exclusively. Tanya will need more than just a helmet when she’s driven by desire.

“
T
his is definitely the one
.”

Tanya Carter ran her hands down the smooth fabric of the dress, turning from side to side as she viewed her silhouette in the three-paneled mirror. The light above the dressing room stall beamed down on her, making her feel like a star for the moment.

The blue and black strapless mini dress was most definitely eye-catching. The A-line style fit her flawlessly, the beaded belt cinched her waistline, and the flared bottom flattered her figure. The outfit was perfect for the occasion.

Vanessa, a friend from undergrad school, was getting married and despite Tanya’s boyfriend-less situation she didn’t want to renege on her promise to be there. Most of the guests would be accompanied by companions and significant others while she would be alone. Tanya had been jilted by her boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—who couldn’t make up his mind. But all that was behind her now.

At the very last minute, Tanya decided that she didn’t care what others thought of her flying out here all alone. Since her breakup with Justin was fresh, not many people knew they weren’t on speaking terms. He’d left her for bigger and better things and it was time she did the same. There would be no more slouching around endlessly trying to figure out what went wrong in their relationship. She had done enough of that.

Having made her decision, she peeled out of the cocktail dress and slipped it back on the hanger. She didn’t even give the other selections still hanging in the dressing room a backward glance as she made her way out and back into the main part of the small retail shop.

She checked her wristwatch, noted the time, and made a beeline for the cash register. She’d told the cab driver that she would only be in here for an hour. That meant she had less than fifteen minutes to check out and head out. Hailing down another cab on the sidewalk under the heat of the Jamaican sun wasn’t fun at all.

“Excuse me.” The deep male voice came from directly behind her and sent warm vibrations up her spine. The smooth timbre caressed her neck and fanned out along her shoulders.

The sound of it was just so mesmerizing that Tanya couldn’t help but to halt her hurried pursuit and turn around.

The first thing she saw was his eyes. Hazel and deep set. Mysterious and dark. His skin was a golden brown color, almost like a pecan, but flawless in tone. His lips were neither too big nor too small, and the corners were turned up in a slight grin. His jawline was defined and there was a hint of a six o' clock shadow along his face. Her eyes dropped lower, but they were so close together that all she viewed was a strong neck and a glimpse of collarbone and muscles galore.

“Hi.” The word rushed from her at the same time she released the breath she’d been holding to assess him.

“Hi.” His grin spread wider. “Would you mind helping me with something?”

This time his voice was low and tempting.

Yes, her mind screamed. “Uhmm…”

“I couldn’t decide which tie to get.” He held up three ties of various colors and patterns. “Can you offer some suggestion?”

Oh, now she got it. He had mistaken her for an employee. Based on his rather casual style of dress, it didn’t appear that he was a native here. He didn’t sport a Jamaican accent either. Although, she could’ve been wrong.

Tanya swallowed down the giddy feeling rising in her chest and allowed her hardened exterior to wash over her. “Does it look like I work here?”

His lips twitched with indifference. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Then I suggest you find someone who does.” She stepped back. “They can help you better than I can.”

Just before she turned around he caught her, wrapping gentle fingers around her forearm. The exhilarating smell of his cologne fanned under her nose again, reminding her of fresh ocean water and summer breeze.

“I don’t think so. I’d prefer if you helped.”

Tanya watched his lips as he spoke, forming the words carefully.

“I couldn’t decide which tie looked best,” he continued, and his gaze lingered on her mouth, swept from her face, down to her chest, and finally to the dress draped across her arm. “As I can see, you have fine taste and I thought you could lend your expertise in this.”

She bit into her bottom lip. More than enough of her wanted to help him. What was it about a drop-dead sexy man that had her swooning? One with a suave voice that could turn her into an instant panty-dropper. She’d come to learn that they were fine to look at. Good for one thing…maybe a couple, but too risky to date.

She glanced at the ties in his hand. Maybe if she just picked one, he’d leave her alone so that she could go about her business. Besides, she needed to get back to the hotel to tackle her unruly hair. The Jamaica humidity had messed up her style. What had once been straight and sleek hair was now becoming a fluff of curls. Although natural tresses were all the rage, it was not exactly the way she planned to sport it at the wedding.

“The red one,” she said, eyeing the solid colored tie.

“Why’d you pick that one?”

Was he serious? Damn. She thought only women worried about this type of stuff. “Red exudes strength and action. It’s energizing, as well,” she said, quickly.

He smiled and lifted a tie with a white and green checkered type pattern. “Why not this one?”

She frowned. “It’s too busy.”

“And this one?”

The last tie had diagonal stripes, alternating between black and silver. “It’s more conservative. Something you would want to wear to work or a job interview.”

“So, it’s a definite no to the checkered tie. Maybe for this black and silver. And a yes for the red one,” he said, illustrating with each tie.

They’d parted some and she was able to glimpse him completely now. He was most certainly striking in what he wore already. He needed no tie to look good. In fact, he could have worn the tacky checkered one and still looked hot. Instead, he wore a simple polo shirt and a pair of jeans with significant authority. Everyday American attire, but what made the clothes were the man wearing them.

He was more than several heads taller than her. About six feet four, if her estimates were correct. Built, but not bulky with broad shoulders. His arms were taut, telling her that he spent considerable amounts of time in a gym or somewhere else working out.

Yet something told her that this man was the type who would charm her with good looks and a sexy voice and then decide halfway into the relationship that he wanted something new, fresh, and different. He was exactly what she needed to get away from and get away from real fast.

“I’m glad I could help,” she said. “Now if you don’t mind, I don’t want to miss my cab.”

“One more thing…” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he undressed her with his gaze once more from head to toe. “I’m visiting here. Would you mind directing me to a place where beautiful women such as yourself hang out in your free time?”

Tempting, but too risking.

His question should’ve told her that he was concerned with one thing and one thing only, and that was running through beautiful women. Literally.

“I’m not from here either,” Tanya said, wondering if she should be revealing something like that to a complete stranger. “That, I’m afraid, I won’t be able to help you with.”

His eyes fell yet again to the cocktail dress folded across her arm. “For what occasion would you be buying such a lovely dress?”

He was relentless and trying to catch her in a lie.

“That’s none of your business.”

He laughed. A deep, hearty laugh that had chills running up and down her back—and in a good way.

“Very beautiful woman. Beautiful dress,” he said. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“I never gave it,” she replied, curtly.

His gaze caressed her in a way that should have offended her, but it didn’t. So she pretended it did.

“Excuse me.” She turned and headed to the register, leaving him standing among a rack of clothes.

T
anya never would have thought
that for one moment she’d be seated at a crowded bar contemplating which man she would seduce and how she would seduce him. But this was precisely what she needed. Good conversation and naughty fun to rid her mind of the man who trashed her heart.

She had only tonight and the day after the wedding to spend in Ocho Rios and she needed to make the best of it. Now that she knew that Justin was hundreds of miles away, there was no need to worry about any old baggage. Plus she promised to leave her old uptight ways behind and open herself up to new possibilities.

Tanya lifted her gaze and scanned the crowd. The music was a mixture of reggae and reggae fusion. The crowd was eclectic as well. A mix of both locals and Americans. Jamaica was a hot spot for summer vacations. When she’d found out a year ago that Vanessa planned to have a destination wedding, she’d been elated. Back then, she and Justin were on extremely good terms. A new, budding romance is what their friends had called it. At the time neither of them hesitated to accept the invite as a couple. Things didn’t quite work out as planned. Justin wasn’t the man he used to be.

She didn’t recognize anyone in the crowd, but that was good. The wedding guests weren’t scheduled to arrive until early tomorrow morning. She had only come early to clear her head and relax. It helped for a bit, but she found that it was easier to keep her mind off Justin when she was occupied.

As her gaze washed over the dancing bodies amid the artificial fog, she imagined that she was there on the dance floor. With no worries and not a care in the world.

The men were handsome and came with sexy accents. More than a handful had approached her already. She was attracted to some, but others, not so much. When there was some spark or attraction, she’d chicken out, telling herself that having sex with a stranger wouldn’t solve a thing.

“Another rum?” The bartender asked with his strong Jamaican accent.

Three bartenders manned the huge 200 square feet circular area behind the bar, yet this one had taken her orders all night.

“Just one more.” She lifted her clutch purse to shell out the cash for the drink, but the bartender covered her hand with his.

He placed another cocktail down in front of her and slipped a black business card under the coaster. “Dis one on me.” He grinned and his eyes wandered for the one hundredth time tonight over the top of her breasts.

Tanya skimmed him over again from head to toe. He kept himself up well. Groomed face with very little stubble. A nice low haircut. Clean attire. Flawless hands. Manicured nails. A pretty boy. Just like Justin. And not what she was looking for. She needed a man who was the complete opposite of her ex. Someone and something extreme.

“Thank you,” she said, and brought the rim of the glass to her lips.

He winked. “My pleasure.”

When he turned around, Tanya took a nice long sip of the cocktail, placed the glass back on the coaster and moved away from the bar. Suddenly, she was engulfed by a sea of bodies. Of men and women grooving and grinding to the reggae mix that pulsed from the speakers. She pushed her way through the crowd in search of an area near the back that was less populated.

A set of hands slid along her waist. “I knew that if I saw you again that I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you.”

The familiar voice jolted every one of her senses, creating a heated sensation at the nape of her neck.

Tanya’s guards went up automatically, and she turned around quickly. She braced herself and slowly gazed up to meet with the eyes of the sexy stranger she’d ran into at the shop. Her next breath caught in her throat.

“I couldn’t help but notice you sitting at the bar alone.” His fingers tightened securely around her waist. “This dress becomes you, but why aren’t you wearing the one you bought yesterday?”

He was dressed for the party atmosphere. A tailored shirt and relaxed casual jeans. Except for the accent, he fit right in. He wore a wrist watch laced with ice. Swiss. The very kind that she sold on a daily basis to the wealthy and elite. A large ring adorned his right hand. From her knowledge of fine jewelry, she could tell they were top of the line.

“The blue dress was for another event,” she said.

Tanya couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Everything about him came off as easy going, but she knew there was more to this mysterious man to learn. From the way he pursued her at the shop and then backed off when she all but told him to get lost and from the way he looked at her now with a reserved grin, he exuded a reserved, casual nature. Was he the flamboyant, rich type that threw money around to secure what he wanted or was he the bad boy type that lived for the moment? He was giving off conflicting vibes. It made him all the more appealing.

As she glanced down at the way his hand encompassed her waist, she noticed that his darkened caramel complexion was similar in contrast to hers. An even pecan hue. And he smelled good—like cinnamon and spice.

Tanya blushed, and diverted her gaze. That’s when it fell on the edge of a tattoo on his right arm peeking out from under his short sleeve. There was another design sticking out just under the front of his collar. This intrigued her. He had bad boy written all over him. The tattoos definitely sealed the deal. Justin would never wear a tattoo. He was too afraid to mess up his skin, and turned his nose up at the prospect of getting one and at anyone who wore them.

She smiled. From what she could see, he was perfect for what she had in mind. The absolute opposite of the man who’d crossed her. How could she not have noticed back at the retail shop? She’d had the chance to do her naughty work last night with this man, but she’d been in a rush. Now fate was allowing her another chance.

As she continued to stand there frozen to the spot, he took the opportunity and moved in closer. “I couldn’t forget your beautiful face, pretty lips, thick, long hair, sleek legs, and nice ass.”

His words would have earned any man a slap across the face had it been any other occasion. But tonight, she came looking for trouble. Surprised by his blatant candor and sexiness, she realized she hadn’t said much of anything.

“You had a lot of mouth back at the store.” The deep sound of his voice dominated her, wiping out the sounds of the booming music and sent warm vibrations up her spine. “Just maybe you have more time now than you did then?”

“Depends,” she finally said, her words coming out on a whisper.

He grinned, showing a set of nice white teeth. “I would have loved to buy you a drink, however I do believe you’ve had more than quite a few.”

Tanya swallowed, feeling a little guilty and careless. “Why were you watching me?”

“Why would I not watch you?” he asked.

She felt her brows come together and her back straightened. “What are you doing here anyway?” Did he follow her from the store? Was he a stalker? A lunatic? A willing man was what she sought tonight, but she wasn’t that desperate.

He lifted an eyebrow, regarding her carefully. “I imagine I’m here for the same reason as you. A tourist on a foreign island looking to have fun. Like yourself, I was surprised to see you again.” He offered his hand. “I’m Marcus.”

Tanya swallowed down her tension and mentally reminded herself that she needed to drop her guard or she wouldn’t leave here tonight a winner. She was supposed to be in control. It was time she took the reins. Smiling sweetly, she accepted his hand, but didn’t let go. “Let’s sit down and chat for a little while.”

Marcus nodded once, squeezing her hand lightly.

Tanya led him toward an empty lounge chair. He followed so closely that she felt his pants brush against her dress as they walked. She sat down, her legs crossed toward him. Her eyes met his and she read his expression like a book. He wanted sex and it was written all over his face. The perfect and willing candidate for a no strings attached fling. But she didn’t want to appear too eager.

He gave her another long slow look starting from my head to toe, and then back up again. “I’d love to know your name. What must I do to earn it?”

“Hhmmm…but telling you outright would take the fun out of it,” she teased.

“I’m all for fun and games, but by the end of tonight, I will know your name.”

His declaration sent yet another shiver down her spine. She shrugged off the effects, acting like his dare didn’t even phase her. “You sure about that?”

“Bet on it.”

Tanya laughed softly. She actually liked him. Not that it should have mattered. She wanted one thing from him. One thing only.

He lifted a finger and ran it through the ends of her curls, straightening one and then letting it go to spring back up against her face. “I love your hair. Thick and long. Looks like it could really endure some things.”

She looked at him through narrowed eyes. Certainly he wasn’t implying what she thought he was. Or was it just her and her need to have a man’s hands all over her again, pulling her hair in the throes of passion. She cleared her throat, willing the vision away.

“It’s been cooperating well tonight which is fortunate,” she replied.

“What’s the occasion?” he asked, moving closer to her on the small love seat.

She looked at him strangely. “Does there have to be an occasion?”

“Why were you tossing up so many drinks?”

She shrugged. “Just trying to have a good time while away from my normal life. I didn’t expect someone would be taking count.”

Maybe she should have stopped after three. She was a little light headed and more relaxed than usual.

“What’s normal?” he inquired.

“Daily routine. Nine to five job. Studying to finish my graduate degree. Finding my true career calling. Not much time on weekends.”

Damn, maybe that was a bit much to expose to a man she barely knew.

“A husband?” he asked.

“Nope. You?”

“I’m not gay.”

She giggled. “You know what I meant.”

“I’m not attached.”

“Neither am I.” She felt relieved to say that. Free to do whatever…with whomever.

“Perfect.”

“You’re visiting here?”

He nodded. “For a short while.”

“What’s this about?” She brushed her finger against the tattoo on his left arm.

He lifted the short sleeve a bit, letting her glimpse intricate design inked on his upper arm. “My brothers and I got the same tattoo years ago. Just something else to say we have in common.”

“How many brothers?” She couldn’t take her hands off him, and she allowed her fingers to roam across his shirt to rest between the opened buttons and exposed skin.

“Three by blood. And two by bond because that’s just the way we roll.”

She leaned into his warmth, her lips almost touching his ear. “Any other tattoos?”

Marcus cupped her hips, brushing his bare hands against her bare back. “Would you like to see them?”

“Depends.”

Tanya bit into her bottom lip, as his hand smoothed down to mold to her ass. On any other night, such a move would have earned him a kick in the nuts.

“I can put something extraordinary in your life right now.” His lips brushed against her temple. “You’d forget what normal even was.”

“Sounds promising,” she teased. Had he read her mind? “Yet, I’m not convinced.”

Marcus chuckled nervously. “Come with me.”

“I don’t know you. I’m not going home with you.”

“Not home with me, then.” He laced his fingers with hers. “Just somewhere more private.”

Her body heated and her breath quickened. What was she agreeing to?

He rose and led her to stand as well. Her legs were like putty, but she turned and led him through the tight crowd of bodies.

They made it down a narrow hallway, blending into the shadows and away from the flashing strobe lights of the club. She leaned back against the wall and he pressed her into it. They moved against each other, but not to the beat of the music. No, this was a different rhythm unique to them.

Her attention fell on his mouth and just as she parted her own lips and ran the tip of her tongue against the seam, he leaned down and kissed her. He was sweet yet demanding as he coaxed her into the moment. Fire blazed between her thighs as his bare hand slid against the outside of her leg. He tasted just like cinnamon, nearly drugging her with the essence of it.

“Your lips are what I imagined,” he said, between gentle sips of her lips. “Silky and sweet.”

His hand was now up her tight skirt, molding to her skin. He sucked on her tongue gently and she took his in the same manner. Her hands were now at the back of his neck, pulling him further and deeper down to her.

Marcus was a good french kisser. The way his lips slid across hers in the most intimate manner and the manner in which his tongue invaded her mouth lovingly told her that he was no stranger to seducing women to far more private places than the darkened hallway of a night club.

Tanya felt his fingers against the lace edge of her panties resting at her hips. She parted from the kiss, dropping her head back against the wall to catch her breath.

He pressed his face into the crook of her neck and continued kissing her sensuously there. His tongue was hot and roamed slowly across her skin.

Oh God, what was she doing? But it felt so good…

“Can I have your name?” he whispered against her throat.

“No,” she whispered back.

His fingers slipped under the lace of her panties. “I don’t like being told no.”

She gasped. “Too bad.” Yet, she parted her legs slightly, inviting him closer.

His erection, hard and long, pressed the side of her hip. The thought of him getting excited because of her turned her on even more. He molded his palm to her ass again, this time skin to skin…and she let him. His warm palm felt good against her globes.

“Damn.” He groaned.

“Like it?” She teased, meeting his gaze just as it glossed over with lust.

“Fuck yeah.” His fingers were now brushing past the lips of her pussy.

Her body quivered involuntarily. Only minutes had passed, but she was wet and craved something more than his sexy voice and smooth charm. Something bigger than his fingers…