Giving this man a chance means I could have my heart shattered. But I’m walking around with a bruised and battered one without him. It’s crippling me.
“I don’t need any of those things you mentioned,” I say, and his face falls with worry. With my palm on his cheek, I bring his focus back to me. “I just want you. I’ve been a wreck these long weeks without you.”
A huge smile ignites his face, and he holds my cheeks, making my arms fall to my sides in surprise. “Then, what the fuck are we doing?”
I laugh at his reaction and shrug.
He moves a hand to my back and pulls me into him, caressing my hair and gripping me by the back of my head.
“Be with me, Amy,” he breathes, inches from my lips. “Let me be yours.”
It’s the last thing he says before his lips crash down on mine, enveloping me in and sinfully taking what is his to take.
I grab him by the arms and kiss him back, parting my lips and rolling my tongue against his. His jacket is on the floor, and I’m fiddling with the buttons of his shirt in seconds. The sleeve gets caught on his wrist, so he has to break the kiss, cursing and ripping the thing off his body, making a button pop off the seam.
I take a moment to admire the man in front of me. Buff chest with a smattering of hair and a taut stomach with a tempting trail of hair leading down to his belt buckle.
With his lips back on mine, he grabs my ass and lifts me onto the counter. These are high counters, so our groins don’t line up the way I’d like, but at this height, he has a great angle to my neck and jaw, where he nips and sucks his way down.
I rip off my sweatshirt and toss it onto the floor, watching Sebastian’s eyes light up at the sight of my breasts, perky and ready for him.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, looking at my chest and then up to my eyes, holding the connection. “So beautiful.”
His openmouthed kisses leave a trail of divine chills on my jaw, clavicle, and shoulder as they move lower. With one pert nipple in his mouth, he sucks lightly while working the other with this thumb and forefinger. I gasp in gratification and bathe in the quivering sensations that run straight to my core.
I run my hands up the side of his torso. He’s ripped and muscular. The dip in his shoulder blades alone are enough to send me into a whirlwind as I move my hands over his skin. We’re naked on top, and I’ve never found pants to be such a nuisance.
I lift my hips for him to remove them, but he doesn’t immediately, so I make a motion that’s not so subtle, causing him to laugh into my neck.
“Oh, Amy, my Amy, my sweet girl. I want you so bad.”
“Then, have me, Sebastian. You said you’d be with me. Then, do it.” With a finger under his chin, I bring his face up to me. “Be. With. Me.”
I take his mouth in mine, loving every swipe of his tongue and caress of his mouth. I undo his belt buckle and zipper while he lifts my hips. My pants come off first, and I flinch at the cold steel counter against the heat of my body.
While it might be chilly, I don’t fight it as Sebastian lays a hand on my breastbone and slowly lowers my entire body down onto the slab, leaving me fully exposed before him—a meal on a table, ready to be devoured.
Where I don’t like the height of these counters for kissing with friction, I do like how Sebastian has easy access to lower his face down to my core. He runs his tongue up the folds, making me buck slightly off the table.
“The most decadent things have been served in this kitchen,” he says before running his tongue, flat and firm, against my most sensitive parts.
I moan and am rewarded with a kiss to my thigh.
“You are the most delicious thing”—he stops and does that tongue motion again, leaving me panting—“I have ever tasted”—he pauses a third time, and I grip the sides of the table—“in my life.” He takes another long, sensuous swipe, and this time, he doesn’t stop.
My hands are in his hair, pulling and rubbing as he feasts on my pussy. His strong tongue flicks my clit over and over and then runs long and hard all over my center. He laces his hand under my rear and lifts my hips, making me a virtual meal. I raise my head and watch him feast, reeling with ecstasy as my orgasm builds.
My ears burn, and my nipples are heavy and sensitive. Every nerve ending of my body is on fire.
I gyrate my hips along his face and get the added friction that nearly sends me over the edge. My body begins to spasm as waves of pleasure ripple up my core. I’m about to come when he moves his face and kisses up and down the inside of my thigh, calming my body before going back in for more.
I’m nearing complete orgasm when he abruptly stops, and I make an audible pout.
Sebastian hovers over me and kisses me slow.
As my hands grip his shoulders, he places his under me, lifting me off the steel and carrying me to the office. Lady Featherington comes rushing toward us as we walk in.
Instead of placing me on the bed, he seats me on my desk. I’m naked, wanting, and needy as he walks to the futon and raises the bottom, pulling in one motion so it morphs from a couch to a bed.
He turns to me, a roguish smile on his face. “May I undress for you?”
I bite my lip and nod.
He slides his hand into his pocket and takes out his wallet, laying it on the desk. His large hands easily undo his belt, and his fingers flick the button of his pants. The zipper makes a humming sound as the teeth glide down, showcasing black boxer briefs.
There’s an obvious bulge in his pants that becomes more evident as he steps out of his shoes and then pants. While he removes his socks, I glance down at his muscular thighs. Golden skin with the cuts and curves of an Adonis. While I could look at this man all night long, it’s his thoughts that drive me wild. And from the way he’s looking at me with intense eyes, he lets me know his thoughts are very naughty.
There’s a chill in the air, yet my skin is quickly warmed when he lowers his briefs and stands before me, gloriously naked. His thick manhood is standing at attention, wide and proud. I quiver at the sight of it and find myself staring hard.
Sebastian places his hands on his hips and laughs. “Do you like what you see?”
I nod, my eyes still on his impressive length. “Very.”
He takes a step forward, and his hand glides along my cheek, pulling my gaze up to his. “That’s good. Because I am mesmerized by the woman before me.”
His mouth is back on mine, and while I have so many places to touch on Sebastian, I choose his chest, laying my palm along his heart and feeling the beat against me. Our kisses keep in tune to the rhythm. It’s rapid and fiery. Tempting and tantalizing.
Our hands become explorers, roaming over every peak.
His fingers caress my breasts, and I arch into his touch.
My palms graze his taut stomach, and he hisses.
His thumb sweeps over my core, and I gasp into his mouth.
My knuckles rub over the sensitive head of his erection, and he lets out a guttural groan.
“Fuck, baby. Your touch is magic,” he drawls.
I grip the steel of his cock and pump, running my thumb over the swollen head and back down, letting him know just how magical my touch can be. He lifts his wallet and slides out a condom, handing it to me. Instead of taking it, I move closer and grip it with my teeth, tearing the edge of the plastic as he holds the bottom. The package opens, and I dip my fingers inside to take out the condom, slowly unraveling it onto his granite-like erection.