Afraid of Love: Bid on Love Series Bachelor #8 & Hard to Love Book #1

by Annelise Reynolds

  “You ready?” His voice is gruff but comforting.

  “Yes.” Maybe. I correct silently. Sebastian let go of my hand and cups the side of my neck pulling me in as he moves slowly in for a kiss. He is softer than he’s been before.

  Sebastian takes his time, not going too fast to send me running again. If his goal is to get me hot and bothered and shifting in my seat to relieve the ache between my legs, then he’s accomplished his goal, because by the time he backs away to take me inside. I forget to be afraid.

  We walk to his door with our fingers linked. Once we are inside his door, he locks it. Without turning on a light, he leads me to his bedroom and only turns on a bedside lamp, flooding the room with dim low light.

  “Get undressed and leave your panties on. I’ll give you a shirt to put on.” He walks to his dresser and pulls out a plain black tee he throws on the bed I’m standing beside.

  Wait. What? I must’ve misheard him because he just told me he wants my panties on and he is going to give me a shirt to cover the rest of me. I know I’m a virgin, but I’ve studied sex enough to know that’s not how it works.

  I didn’t move from my spot. Instead, I stand there and watch as he strips out of his own clothes leaving on his boxer briefs, which are tented by a long, thick, and hard cock. If I’m not mistaken, there is a tiny wet spot soaking through the stretchy red fabric.

  My mouth drops open when I watch him lean over his bathroom sink to brush his teeth. His ass, the one I spanked with my hands when he threw me over his shoulder is perfect. It is round, firm, and the muscle definition in his legs and ass are mouth-watering, panty melting, an ass fit for fantasies, porn, and dirty magazines.

  I must’ve gotten lost in my thoughts, because when he says my name loudly I’m no longer looking at his backside, but that damn wet spot as he is leaning against the door jamb connecting the bathroom and the bedroom.

  “Jaci.” His smirk is sexy when I reluctantly pull my gaze from his lower half up his hard-tattooed body to his amused eyes. “You are enjoying the view?” It is a rhetorical question, but I didn’t pick up on that. I was too busy trying to study every one of the tattoos and the body they covered. He is fucking beautiful.

  “Yes,” I answer while trailing my eyes down him again. His eyes darken, and I swear his dick jumps when my eyes pass back over it, and I lick my dry lips.

  “You can use my toothbrush and change in the bathroom if you want. I typically don’t sleep in anything, but I’ll keep my underwear on tonight.” He moves to turn down the bed.

  In a daze, I go into the bathroom and shut the door. My confusion over what is happening has me on edge and my nerves frayed. Are we going to have sex? He acts like it in the car, but since we are in the house, he’s done nothing but touch my hand.

  I brush my teeth thinking about everything and in my thoughts, I get angrier and angrier that he gets me this worked up and willing, only to hold out on me. He is toying with me, and my emotions and I don’t like it.

  Chapter 27

  Sebastian

  My dick is in pain, but I can’t help but smile. I wonder if she realizes how agitated she is or that she’s slammed the lid down on the toilet and what sounds like the toothpaste on the counter.

  Something hits the door followed by curses I couldn’t make out. “You okay in there?” I call out, and it goes quiet before I hear movement again.

  “It’s fine. Bumped my funny bone on the door trying to get out of this damn skirt.”

  Shit, my rigid dick throbs thinking about her wiggling out of that tight red skirt. Her perfect ass is shaking as she pushes it down her perfect hips and thighs. I take a deep breath and palm my shaft, squeezing it to try and get some relief.

  I shut my eyes imagining, watching her peel that outfit from her body.

  “Oh.” Her small gasp has my eyes opening and my hand stilling on my cock. I look towards the bathroom door and see her standing there watching. Her lips are parted, and she looks hungry for me. Testing the waters, I move my hand along my length, and her eyes follow the movement.

  “Fuck.” I groan out when her teeth sink into her plush bottom lip. Her fingers twine in the hem of the shirt I’d given her to wear. “Baby, you either need to come and get in this bed, or I need to go into the bathroom to take care of this.” I give my dick another stroke, “Tell me which one it’s going to be.”

  Jaci licks her lips, and my cock jumps in my hand. She has my balls blue, and her hungry innocence is like an aphrodisiac making me harder and hotter.

  “Now baby. Make a decision, because I need to get through this night one way or another.”

  I watch her hands clasp and unclasp by her sides before she grips the hem on either side of her shirt. She takes a few hesitant steps towards the bed, her teeth sinking nervously into her lip again.

  Without saying a word, she slowly pulls the top up revealing the curve of her hips, her black and pink polka dotted panties that look so fucking innocent and tempting all at the same time. It is like watching a striptease in slow motion as she bares inch after beautiful soft inch to me. The underside of her breasts, then those beautiful pink nipples that are hard and begging for my mouth.

  As hungry for me as she looks, I’m starved for her. Once the shirt is clear of her body, I move to pull her onto the bed. She squeaks and laughs as I tuck her body beneath mine. The contact of her warm, soft skin against mine sends shivers and need racing up my spine.

  I push her hair back away from her face and kiss her softly. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.

  “I know. I’m ready.”

  I chuckle and nip at her lips, “Not yet baby, but you will be.”

  Chapter 28

  Jaci

  His voice holds a promise that excites and terrifies me. I’m scared of him hurting me physically or even emotionally at this point. My fear doesn’t have anything to do with him, well not much of it has to do with him. Most of it is self-directed. What if I don’t live up to what he wants or needs? What if I suck at sex and disappoint him?

  Sebastian’s chuckle brakes through my thoughts, “Not possible, Jai.” He trails kisses down my jaw and to my ear. Sebastian groans low in his throat and his hard length pushing against my thigh. “God, you don’t know how much I fucking want you. There’s no way in hell I’ll be disappointed unless you get up and put your clothes back on.”

  I sigh with relief and try to let my body relax back into the soft bed. The mattress molds and forms to my body. It is like I’m laying on a cloud with a rock, solid mountain of a man on top of me. I love it. My senses are on overload. I’m hyper-aware of every touch, every kiss, and every inch of his skin next to mine.

  Sebastian kisses me. Our tongues taste and dance as we explore each other without mouths and hands. He doesn’t move away from my lips until we are both gasping to suck in air. Even then, his lips trail down the column of my neck. His beard tickles when it passes down my throat. I feel his hands on my breasts massaging and teasing the hardened tips.

  My hips buck against him needing more. I want this man so much. His hands reach for my breasts; it feels so good as he teases my nipples with soft bites of his teeth and flicks of his tongue. When he finally sucks on the beaded tip, I react by threading my fingers in his hair and begging for more.

  Sebastian moves lower, his lips and hands never leaving my skin and leaving a trail of gooseflesh in his wake. I’ve written sex before, but this is so much more. I don’t understand the depth or intensity of the feelings, and we aren’t even close to being done yet.

  “Fuck baby. You smell delicious.” He groans out against the thin black fabric of my panties. He hooks his fingers in the sides and sits back, pulling them down my legs in the process.

  It is a knee-jerk reaction to try and shield my curls from his gaze. I keep it groomed down there, but I know most men prefer their woman to be bare. Well, at least in books and magazines that seems to be the case. I’m just not brave enough to wax when I’m the only one
that sees down there anyway.

  “I should’ve waxed.”

  “Why? You’re a woman. You’re perfect.” His gruff voice and hungry expression say he is telling the truth. “And Jaci, don’t hide from me, ever.”

  “I won’t.” I hesitate for a brief second before opening my legs a little wider to show him I trust him, and I’m not going to hide anymore. “Make love to me, Sebastian, please.”

  “Baby I’m going to do a lot more than that.”

  Chapter 29

  Sebastian

  If I weren’t already addicted to this little virgin author, I’d have been a junkie after my first taste of her wet lips. She tastes like heaven. Her virgin folds are made for me, and she is made for sex. Her body responds to my every touch.

  “Oh my God.” She groans out when I slide one finger into her tight untried passage. The walls clamp down around my finger, and I shudder at the thought of them clamping around my cock.

  Her hips come off the bed, and her hands push my head tighter against her mound, silently urging me on for more. I suck hard on her clit then gently bite down when I feel her close to coming.

  She cries out with her head thrashing on the pillow. Her hips are pumping against me and on my hand. In no world could this woman ever disappoint me. She is amazing. Her responses are so full of wonder and lust. When she finally comes around my fingers and tongue, I let her ripple and ride out the orgasm, before moving to my knees between her legs.

  “I’m going to try and go slow, so I don’t hurt you too bad, but baby I’m on the verge of losing control. So, don’t move until I say.”

  She nods her head, and I slide my cock through her wet slit gathering her arousal on the length of my shaft. She is warm and dripping, and I can’t wait to sink into her tight virgin pussy. I’ve never had a virgin before. I lost my virginity my freshman year to a senior cheerleader one night after a basketball game. It was short-lived, but she’d left her mark on me and in talking to her friends gave me a steady supply of experienced girls to fuck. As experienced as they were and the women that came after them, none of them had my balls as knotted up and begging for release as they were right now.

  Jaci was different from the start. The first taste of her lips only whetted my appetite for her. I’m her first, but she is a first for me too. My first virgin and the first time I feel something stronger than lust for the woman in my bed. I want to claim her, put my patch on her back, and make her mine.

  My cock slides across her clit, and her body visibly shudders with pleasure. Her hips move against me and I groan as the tip of my cock finds her tight opening and meets the resistance of her tight, virgin channel.

  “Slow baby. Don’t move.” She is soaking wet, and her body is ready, but right now she needs me to go slow and be in control when all I want to do is slam into her repeatedly until we both come.

  Instead, I ease my cock inside her with small shallow thrusts letting her body start to give into my invasion. Fuck she is tight. She grips me like a fucking glove. Her pussy is clamping down on my shaft as I probe deeper inside of her. I’m a few inches in when I feel some resistance and Jaci flinches in pain.

  She sucks in a breath when I push through that thin membrane and seat myself entirely inside her. As bad as I want to withdraw and dive in again, I grit my teeth to stay still. I’ve never felt anything like it before. I used to think all pussy was the same, but Jaci blows those thoughts all to hell. Nothing and no one else could ever feel this damn good.

  Jaci’s hips wiggle beneath me, and I groan. “Fuck.” She is perfect, and my control is being pushed past its limits.

  I capture her lips with mine as I slowly pull from her silky, wet heat. She moans under my lips as I push back inside. Her body grasps at my cock and begs for more.

  Going slow is killing me, so when I feel her body reaching for mine and her hips meeting me halfway, I break the kiss and pick up the pace. Her breasts are bouncing with every thrust of my hips.

  Jaci’s eyes are closed tight, but pleasure is written in the way she responds to everything. I keep pumping into her, but duck down and capture one of her stiff nipples in my mouth. I bite down gently and when I thrust in and suck hard, then pull out. Her nails rake down my back when she latches onto me, her head thrown back in need as her body convulses in orgasm around me.

  That’s when my little bit of control snaps. I feel Jaci’s body milking mine and her pussy squeezing my shaft as her orgasm rolls through her body. I keep moving within her grasping body until I feel her orgasm subside. If she thinks we are finished how wrong she is… I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, kissing the inside of her knee, which is right by my mouth.

  I lean forward stretching her leg out, but also the new angle lets me pound into her pussy harder and faster like I need.

  “Baby, if I hurt you let me know.” I’m out of breath from trying to hold myself back. I need the release like I need my next breath.

  I’d like to think I’d have stopped or changed position if she’d spoken up that I’m hurting her, but fortunately, the only thing she said is my name and ‘oh god’ before she orgasmed again. I felt wetness cover my dick with the strength of her orgasm. She squirted all over my cock, and I collapse on top of her as my balls empty deep inside her.

  We are out of breath, sweaty, and satisfied. Jaci is everything I never had before and something I’m sure I want. It happened faster than I’d anticipated. Maybe it is because she was a virgin or the time she spends writing in the shop, but somewhere along the way, I’ve fallen in love with Jaci Michaels.

  Chapter 30

  Jaci

  “Good morning,” Sebastian says as I stretch my arms above my head and point my toes hard to stretch my aching calf muscles.

  I look over and smile at the man beside me. He is naked with his ink and rippling muscles on full display. His morning wood grazes my thigh and sends desire running through my veins. I’ve always wondered how true romance novels are when it comes to sex. I was skeptical that it is as good as the things I imagine and describe, but sex with Sebastian proves books can only scratch the surface.

  “Morning,” I say, back hiding my mouth behind the bedsheet, this is the first time I’ve woken up beside someone, and the last thing I want is for him to smell my morning breath.

  “Really?” He laughs and pulls the sheet away before kissing me. I sigh and melt into his arms. My body is trembling with need and desire. He rips apart all my insecurities and uncertainty. I don’t feel inadequate. I feel cared for and desired.

  Sebastian rolls me beneath him. His hips resting between my thighs has my body aching for him. “Are you sore?” he says against my lips.

  “Yes, but I don’t care.” I pump my hips against him, and he inched his way inside me. I feel my body stretching around him. It hurts so damn good. I groan as he slowly sinks in deeper.

  “Easy, baby.” His voice is gruff and low. “I care. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  I need him. His slow movements are like torture. “Please. Faster.” I beg while gripping his shoulders and thrusting my hips up again to try and drive him deeper.

  His groan reverberates through his chest as he slides deep inside me. Sebastian captures my lips before pulling out again and slamming back into my core. I groan at the stretch of his thick, hard cock. My body grips him like a vise with each pump of his hips. I feel every ridge and inch of him moving inside me. It is addicting, magnificent, and I never want it to end.

  Our bodies move as one. My nipples drag against the groove muscles of his chest. Sebastian cups my knees, bringing them higher up on his waist and changing the downward angle of his thrusts.

  “Oh my god.” I slam my eyes shut against the intense pleasure the new angle causes.

  “God Jaci, your fucking perfect.” He grits out before using my raised knees as leverage to push up. When he thrusts down again, he stays deep and grinds the head of his cock against my cervix.

  “SEBASTIAN!” I cry out and convulse under h
im. Tremors course through my body as an orgasm rips through my core.

  “That’s it.” He says as he drags my orgasm out with every thrust. “So, fucking perfect.” His teeth are clenched like he is in pain holding back his release.

  I orgasm twice more before I finally feel a rush of warmth inside me and his body tenses and shudders with his own orgasm. It is so intense I fall limp beneath him. His body weight settles over mine.

  “I think you killed me,” I say gasping for breath.

  He chuckles and rolls onto his back pulling me across his chest. “Your autopsy report will read death by sex. Just think about what will be in your obituary, ‘Jaci Michaels was sexed to death late last night. Sex Slayer Sebastian Taylor strikes again.’

  We laugh at his joke, and he kisses my head. It is nice waking up beside him and I can’t say the sex this morning is just as out of this world amazing, as it had been the night before.

  “I’ve got to get to the shop.” He squeezes me tight. “You want to take a shower here, and we can swing by your house on the way for you to change and get your stuff?”

  “Sounds good. Do you have any appointments this morning?”

  “Just one. She’ll be there soon.”

  “She?” I deflate a bit. I know how women look at him and I know he is no saint where they’re concerned.

  Sebastian gives me a knowing sexy grin. “Yeah, she.”

  Chapter 31

  Sebastian

  I knew exactly what was going through her head and she is right. I plan to fuck the hell out of my first appointment again soon. I’d fucked Jaci all night and this morning, and still, I craved her. After I put the ink on her virgin skin, I plan to kiss every inch of her body.