Page 31 of Overnight Inheritance

“Well,” he said, swallowing hard, “it would be a shame to waste all those condoms.”

This time, when he kissed her, his hands had free rein over her body, and he took full advantage, from teasing her breasts to skimming across her stomach until he reached the delta of her thighs, an area he gave special attention to until she was writhing against him.

When his hands moved on again, she wrenched away and sternly said, “Trousers, Sebastian.”

Grinning, he dispensed with his pants, and she allowed her gaze to roam over him, from the rigid erection he’d just freed, to his strong, muscular legs, up to his chest with its expanse of olive skin, dusted with dark hair.

“My turn,” she said and scraped her nails across his pecs.

As a shiver ran through his body, he dropped his hands. “No argument here.”

She circled behind him and pressed a kiss to the spot between his shoulder blades. Last time, everything had happened so fast that there hadn’t been time to stop and smell the roses. Or, more precisely, to smell him. She pressed the side of her face against his back, luxuriating in the feel of his skin, the heady scent of him. He remained still, giving her the space to explore as she chose, so she traced her nails down into the arch of his lower back then over the rise of his ass cheeks, caressing them for the pure pleasure of it.

Circling around again, she found his eyes closed, the tension in his expression betraying what it cost him to stay still while she played. She stood up on tiptoe and touched her lips to the sculpted perfection of his mouth, and his arms were suddenly around her, lifting her off the ground as he kissed her hungrily, then gently lowered her to stand again, all without breaking the kiss.

“My turn?” he asked when they came up for air.

“Nearly,” she said, snaking her hand down to grasp his erection. He already felt familiar, velvety and hot, and she stroked him the way he liked it. Knowing how Sebastian liked to be touched, having the freedom to simply reach out and do it was exhilarating.

He brushed his mouth over the shell of her ear and, his voice gravel-rough, said, “Now it’s my turn.”

“For now,” she conceded, releasing him.

He drew her earlobe into the heat of his mouth and scraped his teeth across its flesh, igniting fireworks in her blood. Then he kissed his way down the side of her face, her neck, nipping at her collarbone before circling the peak of her breast with his tongue. Her heart raced in an erratic beat, but before she could find her equilibrium, he’d moved on, sweeping kisses across her stomach and then kneeling before her. As he threw her a smoldering glance, she steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders and held her breath. He parted her with his fingers, then rubbed her with his thumb, using downward strokes. She made a loud, involuntary noise but couldn’t make herself care. All that mattered was Sebastian and what he was doing. Then, slowly, oh so slowly, he leaned forward and his tongue swept the path his thumb had taken.

“Sebastian,” she said on a strangled breath.

Without missing a beat, he gripped her hips to steady her, his mouth making blissful magic, and the world around her dissolved into a burst of light and sensation.

She was vaguely aware of him lifting and moving her, and when she blinked her eyes open, she was straddling his lap on the side of the bed. She smiled, feeling pretty good about the world.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Hey, you.” She reached her arms above her head to stretch, her muscles still buzzing.

“Whoa,” he said. “You might want to give a guy some warning if you’re going to do that. My entire system could have overloaded.”

She pushed gently at his shoulder. “I think you can take it.”

“Think of my poor heart,” he said, hand on his chest, all faux dramatics, even though his jaw was tense and his muscles were bunched. It was costing him to be light and charming when his body was screaming for release.

Grinning, she maneuvered and wriggled until she was tighter against him, and all traces of humor evaporated from his features.

“This,” he hissed through his teeth. “This is what I want.”

“Just this?” she said innocently, squirming just a little.

His breath caught. “Maybe you’re right and I can handle more.”

“Care to prove it?” she said, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

Eyes dancing, he lay back on the bed, and she lifted herself on her hands and knees above him, leaning down for his kiss, the heat rising inside her again as his hands stroked and teased her flesh. Just as the urgency began to creep back into her blood, he changed their positions and then stood, taking all his warmth and beauty with him. He held up one finger before disappearing for intolerable seconds, and then he was back, sheathed, and she pulled him down to her on the bed, needing the feel of his skin on hers again. As he kissed her, he rolled her beneath him, his delicious weight pressing her into the mattress. Everything inside her began to feel frantic, needing him more than anything, wanting it all, whateverit allwas.

Honestly, it all came down to him. Sebastian. Lately, it seemed that it always did.

She reached a hand and laid it on the side of his precious face, wanting to appreciate the moment, commit this view of him to memory. He stilled for endless seconds, seemingly lost in the moment with her, the only sound in the room their heavy breathing. And then he whispered her name and reached down to guide himself inside her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, shifting to adjust, reveling in the intimacy of the contact.

He began to move, and she caught his rhythm and moved with him, the coiled tightness inside coming faster than she’d expected, growing stronger, until the world exploded and she clung to Sebastian as if he was the only thing anchoring her to reality.

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