by L. K. Below
Amy whimpered for more. The sound shot lust like a lightning strike to his groin. As he drew her nipple deeper into his mouth, he ground against her, hoping to relieve the ache. But her legs opened to cradle him. Every brush against her core was agony. He wanted to make this a slow seduction, but he couldn’t hold out much longer.
Fuck her. He wanted to. Only his slacks and the thin material of her thong barred the path to ecstasy. Within minutes, he could be buried inside her slick heat. Even the thought threatened to sever the thin tether he had on his control. But he hadn’t finished wringing ecstasy out of her yet. Years in the future, when she looked back on the most pleasure she’d ever had, he wanted his name to be on her lips.
“Seb.”
Like now.
Obeying the unspoken command in her voice, he latched strongly onto her nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth while he kneaded her neglected breast. A small moan escaped her lips, then another. With a pop, her nipple sprang free of his mouth, beading in the open air. He blew on it, eliciting a squirm. After sucking hard, he switched to the other breast.
Every whimper to pass her lips, every short-lived moan, even the curl of her fingers into his shoulder bolstered his ego–not to mention his engorged cock. His ministrations turned feverish as he sought to bring her to climax. The taste of her skin branded him, but he wanted to taste more. He’d barely settled between her legs before. Time to revisit.
Abandoning her breasts, he shimmied down her body. Her hands clutched him, trying in vain to return him to his previous position. She would like what he was about to give her. When he reached her hips, shouldering her legs wide, he blew on her panties.
Her hips bucked off the bed.
Seb bit back a groan. He loved the way she responded to his touch. Like he was made to give her pleasure. All these months of celibacy had been worth it, if she was the prize. He wasted little time, curling his fingers beneath the waistband of her thong and drawing it away from her moist core. She squirmed, helping him to get rid of the fabric. After tossing it to the ground, he returned, lifting her legs over his shoulders. His questing fingers found her slick channel. Thrusting one deep inside, he moaned as she clutched him hungrily. How would she feel around his cock?
“Seb.” She moaned, arching to take him even deeper.
He rewarded the plea by settling his mouth between her legs.
Beneath the sharp tang of her sex, she tasted sweet, like honey. He paid attention to her cues, lightening the touch of his tongue as she trembled on the brink. Holding her steady, he slowly eased his finger deep into her hot sheath while flicking her clit. The slightest touch of his mouth wrenched pleading cries from her throat. She gripped his hair, pressing him closer to her weeping slit. Abandoning her sensitive bud, he removed his fingers to fuck her channel with his tongue. Each thrust tightened the muscles in her thighs and drew out a hoarse cry. She was close–and he wanted to topple her over. He reached up to fondle a nipple while he returned to her clit for one last, long suck.
Glancing up, he watched her face shine with ecstasy. Eyes closed, teeth buried in her lower lip. So fucking sexy. He felt her pussy pulse against his chin as he continued to draw out her quivers. Soon the same massage would clutch his cock. But not soon enough.
Nuzzling the insides of her thighs, he fumbled with the button on his slacks. As it sprang free, he stood, delving into the drawer of his nightstand for a condom. “Turn over.”
He watched as she obeyed. Her legs trembled as she raised onto all fours, her bare ass displayed for his perusal. The crinkle of plastic filled the air as he opened the condom packet. When she glanced over her shoulder, her hair cascading like a mahogany waterfall, his cock twitched. What a woman. Sexy as fuck.
Rolling the condom onto his length, he approached. He ran his hand over the lush globes of her ass. When she moaned, he followed the trail with his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her.
The shirt barred his fingers from touching her bare back. He wanted to remedy that, but the urge to have her was overwhelming. Gripping his cock, he ran the head over the slick folds of her pussy. When she tried to impale herself on him, he nearly lost his seed. He pinned her in place with a hand on her back. Then he slowly plunged into her hot, tight sheath.
Soc au lait, she fit him like a glove. He pulled back, holding her hips as he watched himself disappear into her channel and re-emerge slick with her juices. Even though it nearly killed him, he kept the pace leisurely, savoring the moment. The slow slide into her tight sheath was perfect. Heaven.
But his lust soon overwhelmed him, spurring him to greater speeds. Even with his slacks still confining his movements and his shirt molding to his torso, this one moment transcended all other sexual encounters. He couldn’t get enough of her and had to stop himself from digging his fingers into her skin.
The slapping sounds of skin against skin filled the silence along with her curt moans. As they increased, he knew he’d found the sweet spot deep inside her. Grinding against it, he bracketed her body with his. He tongued her nape as he continued to thrust and retreat at a frantic pace. With every pass, her breasts bounced, begging for his hands. Finally, he gave in, balancing long enough to roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her core clenched around his cock, tightening with each plunge. So close…but she neared her peak, too. He wanted to feel her spasm around him. Reaching beneath her body, he sought out her sensitive clit.
With a groan, she climaxed. He quickened his pace, hammering into her lush body. As her tremors started to subside, she glanced over her shoulder. Lips parted, hair in disarray. Their gazes met. Held. For a second, Seb remained poised, filled with pleasure so poignant, he ached. In that instant, he felt more at home than he ever had before. In that instant, his will to fuck her dissolved. He wanted to make love to Amy instead.
Don’t be ridiculous.
Pushing the utopian thoughts aside, he pumped himself to completion.
Satisfaction soared throughout his limbs, locked in place. Amy collapsed onto the bed beneath him in exhaustion. As soon as he recovered the strength, he disentangled himself and retreated into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When he returned to the bed, Amy had begun to sit up and straighten her clothing. Ignoring the pang in his chest, Seb eased onto the bed. With an arm, he pinned her beside him, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
“Don’t leave, cher. I’m not near done with you.”
Chapter 4
Amy woke in a strange bed with a pleasant ache between her thighs. The afternoon and night before replayed behind her closed eyelids. But instead of feeling sated, she was anxious.
It has to be a mistake.
Amy didn’t inspire that level of all-consuming lust in any man. Even Tim had insisted on turning off the lights before they made love. So what had last night been, a fluke? Best to leave before the morning light shattered the illusion.
Opening her eyes, she peeked behind her, searching for Seb. His snores ruptured the silence. He lay limp beside her, sleeping on his stomach. Good. She had time to sneak out.
But first, she needed to use the bathroom.
Easing her naked legs from the bed, she slowly rested her weight on them. The bed creaked, but Seb slept on. She let out a quiet sigh of relief. Then she tiptoed to the bathroom. Where had her clothes gone? Her suitcase still sat by the door, so at least she could change. The rest would have to be collateral damage.
After shutting the bathroom door as quietly as possible, she locked it and switched on the light. Voiding her bladder took seconds but after her wild romp from yesterday, she still felt sticky. Sticky and sweaty. Could she risk a shower? She opened the door a crack, listening for Seb’s snores. Still asleep.
When she turned on the shower, the water squealed while heating up. “Shit, shit, shit!” Once it had quieted, she listened for signs that Seb still slept. The apartment was quiet except for the patter of water hitting the shower tiles. Then the bed creaked and Seb’s snore split the
air again. Thank God. Amy laid a hand over her pounding heart.
She showered as quickly as possible, washing the remnants of last night from her skin. Now all that remained was a pleasant memory. Time to leave before even that soured. She rubbed a towel over her hair, used the brush sitting by the sink, and shrouded her body with another towel. Then she crept back into the bedroom.
The zip of her suitcase sounded like trumpets to her ears, but Seb only shifted in bed. His snores ceased, but he didn’t wake. Dropping the towel, she rummaged through her clothes for a clean pair of underwear and a bra. After donning those, she chose a long-sleeved shirt, which thoroughly covered her, and a looser pair of jeans than the ones she’d worn yesterday. Then she glanced around the room for her discarded clothes.
Seb lay on the bed, watching her steadily.
Shit.
“Fixin’ to leave, cher?”
Double shit. What could she say? Focusing her gaze on a spot on the wall, she struggled to think up an excuse. “Monique. I never checked in with her yesterday and she’s bound to be worried, so I should really get going…”
“Pig shit. Stay a spell, darlin’. Have breakfast with me. Monique can wait.”
Amy dared a glance at him. He seemed genuine. Did she really want to risk ruining the memory of last night? But as her stomach rumbled, she figured she might as well join him. Monique probably wouldn’t be at the store at this early hour, and Amy had no idea where she lived.
“I’ll stay for breakfast. Happy?”
Seb stretched his arms over his head. The movement shifted the sheet down his torso, baring delicious inches of his chest and abdomen. The sheet formed a tent over his straining erection. Catching where her gaze had strayed, he grinned. Amy averted her eyes.
He sighed. “Ain’t how I pictured my morning, but it’s a start.”
* * * *
Amy entered the cute little restaurant just down the street from Seb’s apartment with a smile. Seb followed on her heels, using a hand on her back to guide her to a booth by the window. When she slid in, he claimed the spot beside her, instead of the one across from her. His thigh pressed intimately against hers. That would be distracting.
Today, he’d dressed in faded jeans and a white wife-beater tank. What an abrupt change from the pristine slacks and dress shirt he’d worn when they’d met. But these clothes suited him. In them, he looked raw, primal. Exactly what he’d shown himself to be last night. Not to mention, he was the only man she’d ever seen who could look good even in a man’s tank top.
A saucy waitress sidled over to their table. Flipping over the white mugs on the table, she poured two full of coffee. “Morning, dawlin. What’ll you have?”
With a bedazzling smile, Seb said, “I’ll take me a po-boy.”
“Dressed?”
He nodded. “Make it two.”
As the waitress walked away, he leaned in and whispered to Amy, “You haven’t experienced New Orleans ‘til you’ve had a po-boy.”
She smiled weakly. What was he doing here with her? That waitress was beautiful, leggy, blond. A real southern belle. What did Amy have that could compare? To hide her unease, she added cream and sugar to her coffee and stirred.
Seb did the same, tasting his before asking, “What do you do? In New York?”
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He seemed sincere in wanting to know. “I’m a bank teller,” she said finally.
“Sounds exciting,” he said with a grin.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, and what do you do? Fight crime?” She already knew from the suit he’d worn yesterday that couldn’t be true.
Shaking his head, he confessed, “I’m a lawyer.”
“Sold your soul for money, huh?”
He laughed, nearly spewing coffee across the table. When he caught his breath, he said, “Not hardly, cher. Environmental lawyer, I am.”
Meaning he worked for a good cause but made pennies compared to the big guys. Not that she cared, but it wasn’t quite as big a black mark in his books. If he’d done it for the right reasons.
“Why an environmental lawyer?”
He shrugged. “Only way to please myself and mama. She’s married to the bayou. If I’d left it to her, I’d be a…fly fisherman or some other nonsense.”
Amy giggled at the disgusted twist of his lips.
The waitress returned with their sandwiches, lingering just a little too long as she lowered Seb’s plate. You need breasts for that to look good, bitch. Amy buried the ungrateful thought, biting into her meal.
“This is good!”
Seb shot her a sly smile. “Told you.”
The next few minutes passed in silence as they ate. Then Seb asked, “You got much family up in New York, or what?”
Amy shrugged. “Just Colleen, my cousin. The rest of my family lives in Minnesota.”
“Not close with your family?”
“I am, with Colleen. I–” Haven’t seen her in six months. Not since Amy had moved in with Tim. Her ex had monopolized her free time. For Pete’s sake, she hadn’t even met Colleen’s fiance! Could she really claim to be close?
Forcing a smile, she switched the focus off of her life. “What about you? Do you have any siblings or cousins?”
Seb grinned. “Too many.”
A cellphone trilled. Amy didn’t recognize the sound. It couldn’t be hers.
Seb fished his phone out of his pocket. He grinned. “Speak of the devils.”
“Your family?”
Nodding, Seb grunted in agreement. “My nephew.” He thumbed the buttons of his Blackberry and sent a text. As he tucked the phone away, he shot Amy a smile. “He wants my advice about this girl he likes. What are uncles for, r’what?”
He stood, the shirt stretching across his chest with the bunching of his muscles. “Ready, cher?” He held out a hand to help her up.
When they approached the front, the waitress readied their bill. As she passed the total to Seb, her hand brushed his arm. “I haven’t seen you in a coon’s age, dawlin. You come back soon, hear?”
Amy felt like throwing up. Had he and the waitress… None of your business. She wasn’t involved with him, so what did it matter? In fact, she’d already made up her mind to crawl back to Monique. Why not now? While Seb was busy settling the tab, she stumbled from the restaurant. Let him flirt with the waitress.
He ran out after her. “Amy, wait. Where are you fixin’ to go?” Wow. He hadn’t stayed to flirt.
With her quick steps, they were already halfway to his apartment. Halfway before she could make a clean break and get on with her life…even if she had no idea what that meant anymore. How had so much happened in less than two days?
“Monique’s waiting,” she said tersely, even though she’d given that excuse before.
Seb accepted it. Or at the very least, he didn’t refute her claim.
Not until they stepped into his apartment. Shutting the door, he said, “Won’t you stay? We’ll pass a good time, we’ll talk. I’ll make jambalaya.”
“Jumba-what?”
He laughed. “A rice dish, cher. You’ll like it, I promise.”
Amy shook her head. Retreating into the bedroom, where she’d left her suitcase, she said, “Monique–”
“Is fixin’ to run Sheer Passions.” As he closed the door, he leaned against it, crossing his arms. “Spend the day with me.”
Amy noted the predatory look in his eye. Spend the day was really only a euphemism for let’s have sex. Not that the idea didn’t have merit. In fact, she started to burn just thinking about it. But why was he choosing her? Because she’d be gone in another day or two?
Shaking her head, she mumbled, “I don’t know why you’d want to.”
When she glanced up, his expression had stiffened. Forbidding. Straightening her shoulders, she lifted her valise and stepped closer, nudging him with her free hand. Just let me leave. But he didn’t move aside.
“Why?”
His voice was low, dangerous,
and utterly intoxicating.
“Why?”
He swooped to catch her lips.
This was no half-hearted goodbye kiss. This was a full blown I-have-to-have-you-now kind of kiss. The suitcase dropped from her numb fingers, hitting the floor with a thunk. Amy didn’t much care. She was too busy staving off the waves of pleasure induced by Seb’s mouth.
How could any man kiss her with such passion? Amy felt like a supermodel beneath his touch, even though she was far from it.
As if he’d heard her thoughts, he reversed their positions, pressing her against the door. Still making his case. Was he this passionate in court, about his causes? For an instant, she envisioned herself in his environment, watching him fight for what he believed in. And enjoying a kiss like this when he won.
She let the thought melt away. It would never happen. But now, for this moment, he was all hers. She wanted to feel the same way he’d coaxed in their explorations last night. She surrendered herself to his touch. Determined not to think of anything but the passions he induced.
Seb seemed enraptured with her. His hands feverishly wandered her body, cupping, kneading, molding her to him. All the while, he thrust his tongue into her mouth in mimicry of what he clearly meant to do with her body. He wanted her. And oh, how she wished he’d hurry.
Had she really tried to leave thirty seconds ago? Now she could think of nothing but getting closer to Seb. She wanted the same mind-numbing pleasure he’d delivered to her yesterday.
When she started to fumble with his belt, he gave up all pretense of foreplay. His hands shot to the button on her jeans. His deft fingers worked it free. She remembered other deft strokes those same fingers had delivered her, shivered as he tugged down the tab and bent to rid her of the fabric. He ripped away her underwear at the same time. Would he take her slow like last night? Or hard and fast against the door? Either way, she wanted to feel his skin pressed intimately against hers. Standing, he shed his pants, simultaneously pulling out a condom. She encouraged the movement.