Page 7 of Sebastian's Secret

“Kiss me again, first,” she commanded, though it was really more of a plea.

“Kiss you?” A flicker of emotion shone in his blue eyes, although Rebecca couldn’t decipher it.

“Yes.” Standing there before him, nipples beading at the intensity of his gaze, she’d never been more certain of anything.

She wanted—demanded—that he kiss her and engulf all of her senses. She didn’t want to feel anything except the sense of surrender as she lost herself in the sensual carnality. Desire, and the need to be desired, were the fuel Rebecca ran on.

“Please,” he prompted, his lips twitching as that enticing eyebrow arched again.

This was precisely the game she’d played with him the car, but now that the tables were turned, the word seemed loaded. If she gave in and pleaded, how would that look? Would Sebastian think she was conceding for the night, that she’d relinquish all autonomy to him? Her pulse quickened at the idea. Why did that sound so good?

“Rebecca?” His voice was deeper, one of his large palms grazing her exposed ass cheek before grabbing it roughly. “Are you going to play nicely?”

He was so damn close, the touch of his hand so full of authority and the aroma of his aftershave too alluring. Then, as if he meant to seal the deal, he leaned closer, teasing her with what she wanted while his lips brushed over her open mouth.

Fuck.

He was good, she’d give them that.

“Please.”

The admission sent tingles through her body that she sensed at the tips of her fingers and toes. Sebastian had compelled her to concede with little more than the brush of his fingers and a soft word. That had never happened before. Normally power tussles in the bedroom were only resolved with pretend chases and physical restraints.

“Lovely.” His hand slipped between her legs as she surrendered, stroking her lips. “But to kiss you where I want to, I’m going to have to stretch you out on that sofa.”

“I didn’t mean those lips,” she murmured, though even as the answer fled her lips, she wasn’t sure she meant it. She did mean those lips. She wanted his mouth everywhere.

“Oh.” Chuckling, the fingers in her hair tightened, tipping her head back. “My mistake, beautiful. Let me help you out.”

He swooped before she could pull in another breath, kissing her slowly and edging her closer to heaven.

Chapter Three

Sebastian

Pale light filled the room, goading Sebastian’s senses until his eyelids fluttered open. Groaning, he rolled to one side, vaguely aware of the white drapes at the window.

White drapes?

His brow creased. None of his homes had drapes that color. Stomach lurching, he glanced to his side to find the lovely Rebecca wrapped in pristine bedsheets.

Sebastian closed his eyes, a hundred memories of their prior night’s debauchery flitting into his mind. The feel of her goosing skin as he brushed her hip, her heady whimpers when she was close to splintering, and the sumptuous taste of her sex.

Sliding from the covers, Sebastian’s cock sprung to life at the recollection. No.

His jaw clenched at his primal response. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget that incredible flavor, but remembering it now wasn’t helping him to leave. The blistering night with Rebecca had been sublime, as had the peculiar intimacy they’d captured after their sexual marathon—it had almost been too good. He sensed the memory of her would linger long after he should have cast it from his mind.

“No,” he reiterated with a whisper, searching the shadowy room for his underwear. He needed to get out of there. Needed to put space between them and get on with his life.

Scanning the bedroom as best he could in the half-light, he failed to find any of his clothing. Maybe he’d discarded it in the other room? Her suite was immense and to be frank, he couldn’t recall much about the specifics, only the overwhelming sense of passion that had pooled between them.

Tiptoeing out to the lounge area, his gaze landed on the couch where he’d buried his face between her thighs, then the expensive-looking rug he’d screwed her into. Sebastian blew out a breath. He couldn’t remember ever being so caught up in a casual encounter before. What did that mean? Should he leave her his number?

No.

Squeezing his fingers into a fist, he willed himself to stick to the plan. It was simple. He’d indulge in incredible sex. He’d make sure they were both left satisfied, and then he would leave. He’d already stretched the rules by staying all night, but by the time he’d moved from fucking her to holding her close, he’d been exhausted and closing his eyes had seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Why did I hold her close?

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