by J. S. Scott
My cock was hard enough to cut diamonds as she moaned against my lips, her body trembling as I nibbled on her lower nip, then her neck, pushing my groin into her body to let her know exactly how I was reacting. “I want you, Paige,” I confessed. “I always have.”
“Sebastian,” she said on a sigh, leaning her head back to give more access to the sensitive skin I needed to claim. “Yes.”
It was the one word I really wanted to hear. I doubted that she was agreeing to our arrangement, but I’d pretend she did for now.
At that moment, I was desperate enough to do anything. “I can make it good for you.” It would either be explosive for her, or I’d die trying.
“Sex only,” she moaned.
“Yeah,” I agreed readily. Sex for now. Everything else could be figured out later.
“Yes.” She moaned again as I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me. “But just for tonight.”
“Not tonight.” It was painful to say those words as I breathed in her fresh, clean fragrance. Even though I knew I probably didn’t have her shampoo, damned if she didn’t still have the same seductive scent.
She rubbed her soft cheek against my stubble, just like a cat that brushed their coat along people or convenient surfaces. “Tonight,” she demanded. “Just tonight. Then we get this out of our systems and move on.”
I kissed her again, needing to somehow make this woman belong to me. I needed her in ways that were unexplainable. Yeah, I had to possess her body. But there was so much more… “No, baby. Not after what you’ve been through tonight.”
“I need you, Sebastian.”
Jesus! She could never need me as much as I needed her. “I’m not agreeing to one night. There’s no way I won’t want to fuck you tomorrow, and the next day, then the day after that.” It was all I thought about lately. This was more than getting laid to me.
“It’s all I can agree to,” she answered in a voice full of regret.
Maybe it was all she could promise, but I’d get more. I had to. “Tonight,” I half-ass agreed, not bothering to mention that I didn’t plan on making this a one-night stand.
“I feel a little nervous,” she admitted boldly. “It’s been a long time.”
“If you didn’t get off, it’s been forever,” I told her gruffly, then I scooped her up and carried her out the doorway of the room I’d given her to use and headed down the hallway. If this surreal wet dream was going to become reality, it was happening in my bed. “Don’t be afraid of me, sweetheart. Please don’t be scared. I’d never hurt you.”
One of the reasons I hadn’t wanted to claim her tonight was because I knew she was still recovering from reliving what happened with Justin.
“I’m not afraid of you,” she replied.
Okay, that was something. “Don’t be nervous, either. I just want to make you feel good.”
She sighed and laid her head on my shoulder, an action of trust that nearly made my damn chest explode as she replied, “I’m not your usual glamorous female with tons of experience. I’m more afraid of disappointing you.”
Okay. That comment was like a knife to my gut. Paige had me twisted inside out, and she was afraid she wouldn’t make me happy? “Just being with you makes me happy, sweetheart,” I answered huskily as I walked into my own bedroom.
“Why?”
I couldn’t tell her how I really felt, how connected I’d been to her almost from the moment we met. I lusted after her, I respected her, I admired her courage, and I damn well adored her spirit.
I shrugged off her question. “We understand each other,” I answered simply.
She frowned as I set her on her feet. “Do we? I’m not sure I always get what you want from me.”
Everything!
Yeah, I couldn’t admit that to her or she’d go running for the door. But I wanted it all. The complications, the laughter that she so seldom let leave her beautiful lips, her genuine smile, her inquisitive questions, her body, her heart, and her goddamn soul.
I knew I was becoming just like the green monster that Trace was with his wife, but I’d eat every word I’d ever said to him if I could just have Paige.
“Right now, I just want you naked,” I told her bluntly.
I had to swallow a lump in my throat as she began to comply.
CHAPTER 13
Paige
All I had to do was lift the nightgown over my head and I’d be as naked as the day I was born.
I started the action, then hesitated.
What in the hell am I doing? There’s no way I can just screw him tonight and forget about it tomorrow.
But I was so tired of running away from everything that scared me, or just avoiding it altogether. The emptiness inside me ran deep, and all I wanted was one night for myself, one night to replace the memories that kept flashing through my mind.
Sebastian wanted my body.
I wanted to feel pleasure.
It should be the perfect situation.
But I knew it was not.
I was starting to care about him, and I didn’t screw men who were an emotional danger to me. Not that I’d ever met one before. Sebastian was a new kind of temptation, and I was rapidly losing all rational thought.
Right now, I just wanted to lose myself in him, and forget that I was vulnerable.
For once, I was ready to be selfish and spontaneous.
I yanked the garment over my head and tossed it on the floor. I was going to do this, and I was going to relish every moment of it.
He quickly jerked his T-shirt over his head, a gesture that he was as willing to bare himself to me, just like I was doing for him.
My mouth watered as I blatantly stared at the abundance of smooth skin that covered the hard muscles of his chest, biceps, and abdomen.
Sweet Jesus! Sebastian took my breath away and I hadn’t even touched him yet.
Generally, I’d want to cover my body, but if Sebastian was going to show me pleasure, he’d get to know every generous curve intimately before this night was over. He might as well look and see what he was getting into.
The heat in his eyes reassured and surprised me, so I moved forward and boldly yanked on the tie on his gray sweatpants. “Lose them,” I demanded, eager to get my first glance at what I already knew was going to be a stunningly gorgeous sight. His chest was broad and smooth, muscular and strong. Obviously, he was very active in sports, or he worked out. Considering how much he worked, and how large his house was, I assumed he had a home gym.
I stepped back and watched as he lowered the pants, revealing what was beneath that tantalizing trail of sandy brown hair that went from below his belly button and mysteriously disappeared inside the waistband of his sweatpants. His eyes never left me as he kicked off the last garment that was preventing me from gawking at him in all his glory.
And I did stare at him shamelessly for a period of time I couldn’t even identify. All I knew was that he was so incredibly masculine and perfect that I could hardly draw a breath.
The hard lines on his face and clenched fists made me realize he was waiting. He was going to let me make the first move. Maybe he was afraid of scaring me, but fear was the last thing on my mind right now.
My body reacted, my core flooding with heat as I stepped forward and finally laid my palms on his chest, reveling in the feel of his heated skin. My hands traced the muscles on his chest before I moved them down to follow that tantalizing trail of hair that led down to one enormous cock.
I was drowning in sensation just from the feel of his body, and I couldn’t wait to feel our connection skin-to-skin. Tentatively, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, stroking the silky skin over his hardness. I’d never really had the chance to fondle a man, and the freedom to touch him was exhilarating.
I traced over the head, swiping up the drop of moisture that was beaded th
ere, then lifted my finger to my mouth, dying to taste him.
I closed my eyes as I sucked his essence from my finger, savoring a taste that was so much like his scent: masculine, seductive, and absolutely delicious.
“Fuck!” Sebastian shouted. “If you do that one more time, I don’t think I can resist touching you. I want to give you time. Let you get used to my body. But I don’t think I can handle this much longer.”
I looked up at him, and the tumultuous look on his face spurred me on. I wanted him to touch me. While I appreciated his restraint for my sake, it was completely unnecessary. I wasn’t afraid of Sebastian; I wanted to immerse myself in him, let myself be swept away.
I put my finger to his steely cock, stroked it, then put my finger to his slit to grab a bead of moisture before putting my finger to my lips. Before I licked my finger, I locked eyes with him and said in a teasing voice, “Then I guess you’re going to have to touch me.” I flicked out my tongue and savored his taste again.
“Goddamn it, Paige. I want to be patient—”
“Don’t,” I pleaded. “Don’t treat me like a fragile flower. I’m not. Fuck me like you would any other woman offering herself up to you.”
“You aren’t any other woman,” he answered in a graveled voice. “You’re different. You’ve always been different. I’m not taking you down and dirty like you’re just another fuck.”
I could tell he was thoroughly aroused, but holding back because he wanted me to feel comfortable. Screw comfortable! I was on fire, my body starting to tremble with an unsatisfied need that I’d never experienced before.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and threaded my fingers through his thick locks of hair. “I might like down and dirty,” I argued. “All I know is if you don’t start touching me, I’m going to burn alive.”
Finally, I pressed my body into his and yanked his head down to kiss him, moaning against his lips as our fiery skin fused together in the most exquisite pleasure I’d ever experienced.
“Fuck it!” Sebastian said, right before his steely arms wrapped around my waist and he took total control of the embrace, his tongue piercing into my mouth with a surge of dominance that made me even hotter.
Suddenly, his hands were everywhere. He stroked them over my ass and up my back, then back down again, changing positions over and over, like he didn’t want to leave one inch of my skin untouched.
My body melted in pleasure as his kiss grew insistent and demanding, his hands urgent and needy. I moved my fingers from his hair to his shoulders, stroking and exploring, just like he was doing to me. My nipples were hard and sensitive, and every movement of his body just increased the sensual abrasion of the tips against his hard body.
We kissed and touched like we were desperate, like connecting with each other was integral to our survival. He finally pulled his mouth from mine and nipped at my bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue before he began to nuzzle the sensitive skin of my neck.
“Jesus, Paige. You feel even better than my fantasies,” he rasped against my neck.
I shivered as he ran his tongue over my sensitive earlobe, and I could feel his hot breath against my ear.
“I didn’t know you had fantasies about me,” I gasped.
“Tons of them,” he answered as he moved forward, pushing me toward his massive bed. “I’ve fucked you at least a hundred times in my mind since we met.”
My thighs hit the edge of the bed, and Sebastian lifted me into his arms and tossed me gently into the middle of the soft comforter. He was on me, planting soft kisses on my mouth, before I could miss the heat of his body.
“Was it good for you?” I teased as he pinned my hands over my head gently.
“This is a hell of a lot better,” he said in a throaty, low drawl right beside my ear, the heated declaration making a trail of heat slither down my spine.
His mouth moved lower, finally brushing against a sensitive nipple as he demanded, “Don’t touch me. Not now. Just relax.”
He released my wrists and slid lower, his hands cupping my breasts. His hands moved over the outer edges, his fingers moving closer and closer in a lazy circular motion toward the almost painfully hard peaks.
When his mouth finally descended to cover one of my nipples, I cried out in relief as pleasure flooded my body. “Yes,” I moaned. “Please.”
He teased and alternated from breast to breast, slowly making me so crazy that I closed my eyes and arched my back.
“Patience, baby,” he drawled right before his tongue slid lower and he teased his way down my body.
“I’ve waited almost twenty-seven years,” I reminded him loudly, spearing my hands into his hair to make him move faster.
I heard his amused chuckle as he moved between my thighs and eased them apart to accommodate his large body.
“Relax,” he crooned again. “You don’t need to do a damn thing except come.”
I suddenly realized that he was lowering his head between my thighs.
My body writhed, demanding satisfaction. “No. I don’t do that. Just fuck me,” I begged.
He ignored me and positioned himself so he was exactly where he wanted to be. “Never? Well, damn, sweetheart. You’ve definitely missed something that feels good.”
I sighed. I wouldn’t know what it felt like to have a guy go down on me. I’d never had it, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to start now. My body was aching, begging for…something. I was pretty sure it was for Sebastian to come back to me and give me what I needed.
My entire body jerked as I felt his slick tongue spear through my quivering flesh, connecting briefly with my clit. “Oh, God.”
He didn’t go slow. He boldly devoured my pussy like a man who needed it to keep breathing. His tongue lapped eagerly at my juices, and I jolted every time he connected with the sensitive bundle of nerves begging for attention.
“That feels so good,” I cried out, my hands twisting in the silky cover on the bed.
I closed my eyes as he gave my clit the pressure I didn’t know it needed, and then slipped a finger into my slick channel.
He finger-fucked me gently at first, but as I became hotter and wetter, he added a second finger into my tight channel, and his tongue started a mind-blowing rhythm centered on my clit.
A knot of warmth started to unfurl in my belly, and it radiated down to where Sebastian was playing my body like it was an instrument that he mastered.
“Sebastian,” I moaned. “Yes. Harder.”
He accommodated me, and I speared my fingers into his hair and held his head against my pussy as my entire body started to go up in flames.
My first orgasm didn’t come softly. The damn thing plowed through my body like a steamroller as wave after wave of sensation and heat pummeled me. I screamed out as I arched my back in the pleasure/pain of my explosive release. “Sebastian! Yes. Yes.”
I was yanking on his hair as the painful part ended and the pleasure lingered in ripples that overwhelmed my senses.
My legs were quivering, and my satiated body was covered in a mist of sweat as Sebastian continued to lick my pussy until he’d greedily lapped up every drop of fluid that had flooded my core as I’d climaxed.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t quite process what had just happened, so I just let the post-climatic pleasure stay with me as I gasped for breath.
I clung to Sebastian as he crawled up my body, wrapping my arms so tightly around his neck that I couldn’t be sure I wasn’t cutting off his air.
“Thank you,” I gasped, still short of breath. “Oh, God, that was amazing.”
He kissed me tenderly, and I tasted myself on his lips.
When he lifted his head, I saw the turbulent fire in his eyes and our gazes connected. “It wasn’t exactly a sacrifice, Paige. I’ve imagined you like this since the
moment I saw you,” he answered huskily.
It was hard to imagine that Sebastian had experienced insta-lust for me the first time we’d met on the elevator. “I was a bitch the first time we met.”
“Didn’t matter. I recognized you anyway,” he answered hoarsely, his eyes filled with an incendiary heat that made me instinctively lift my body to rub up against him.
I wasn’t certain exactly what he meant, but my mind wasn’t processing much at the moment. Unable to resist being skin-to-skin with him again, I wrapped my arms around his big body and tried to pull him down to rest on top of me.
“I don’t want to fuck you, Paige. Not tonight,” he rasped, his body tense again from holding back.
“You will fuck me, Mr. Walker, or I’ll never forgive you. I’ve waited forever for this.” Yes, I was still in post-orgasmic bliss. But the empty places inside me still existed, and I knew I wouldn’t be completely sated until Sebastian had been elementally joined to me. I needed to feel him be a part of me, if only for a brief amount of time.
The corners of his mouth started to turn up like he was fighting a smile as he answered, “Jesus! I love that dirty professional voice.”
His mouth came down on mine with a breathtaking passion that I could only assume he’d just let loose.
My spirit soared, and I wrapped my legs around his legs instinctively, practically climbing up on his body and begging him to fuck me without saying a word.
He threaded a hand between us, and said in a torture voice, “I shouldn’t do this tonight.”
“Fuck me, Sebastian,” I murmured into his ear, urging him on, my body so damn primed for him that I held my breath, silently begging him to enter me.
Tonight was all we had, and I wanted it all, everything he had to give.
I gasped as he invaded my tight sheath with one forceful thrust. I knew he was big, and I’d been prepared for that. What I hadn’t foreseen was just how amazing it would feel to have him buried to his balls inside my body, my muscles stretching to accommodate his size, my heart racing because I finally felt…free.