I couldn’t keep the smile from my face and my body eased for him. “Ask all youwant.”
His expression turned serious. “Yougood?”
He was offering the intimacy I needed from him. We had inside jokes about things like sex positions and faux dates. Even cinnamon on a cold night could make me laugh as I swooned. I put my hand to his cheek and nodded. “I’m happy to behere.”
“I like that.” He grazed the tip of his nose against mine. “Happy to be here. So amI.”
We met lips, my mouth mirroring his for a slow, sexy kiss. As my body warmed to him, he began to move inside me, easy at first until his glides became thrusts. He got up onto an elbow and glanced between us. Knowing he was watching us come together exhilarated me. It was the cease-fire to end all battles. His abs flexed as he dropped his mouth to mine and picked up his pace, pounding into me. Wrapped up in him, I arched my back, my orgasm building until it was suddenly there, bigger than life, looming on the cusp. Had I ever come this soon? Ever been so lost in someone else? I curled my hands into his chest. “Don’t stop,” I breathed. “I’m there. I’mhere.”
“Already?” He paused, then pulled out and sat back. “We’ll have to teach you some self-control.”
I got up on my elbows, panting. “What are you doing? I was on theedge!”
He gave me a rakish grin. “It’s going to be a long night, honeybuns. You can hold out a littlelonger.”
Nicknames wouldn’t get him out of this one. I threw a pillow at him, and he caught it, laughing as he said, “You just gave me an idea. Turnover.”
I flipped onto my stomach—anything to get the train back on its tracks. Sebastian situated the pillow under my hips and moved higher between my legs, thumbing me open from behind. “Nice and pink and wet.Christ, so wet, Georgina. You want anorgasm?”
“Doyou?”
He got the hint. If I wasn’t coming, he wasn’t, either. “I promise, I’m not trying to torture you. It’s just that I—” He pressed the sheathed tip of himself to my opening. “Want to come—” He drove into me. “Withyou.”
“Oh, god.” I moaned for the way he filled me, for his impatience, for the mere thought of our mutual climax. “Sebastian.”
He closed his body over mine, propping a hand on each side of my waist. As he let go, his thrusts hard and deliberate now, I writhed under him. My clit throbbed with pleasure as I ground into the pillow while he took me frombehind.
“I like when you talk to me,” he said. “Tell me how to fuck you,Georgina.”
“Just like that,” I said, and thank god it was true—I couldn’t articulate anything more. “Just . . . like . . .that.”
“Don’t fall without me,understand?”
I gripped the top of the mattress, half holding on, half using it as leverage against the pillow. “I’m almostthere.”
“Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s good—but not until I say.” He grabbed onto my shoulder the way I held the bed and pulled me back into each plunge. He lost any restraint, working himself into the same frenzy I was trying to hold off. Iwanted to come with him as much as he wanted it, so I thought of anything not tofinish.
Baseball diamond.Dirt-caked cleats.Second base, third, a fucking homerun.Fly balls, leathery gloves, a girthy, wooden bat as thickas—
“Now,” he commanded, lowering his mouth to my ear as he slammed into me. By some miracle, I’d held off nirvana just long enough. “Come,Georgina.”
I pressed my cheek into the bedspread and stopped fighting. I tumbled into my orgasm as Sebastian groaned behind me, pleasure washing from him onto me. It felt so good, so right, so hard-earned to have him come apart on top of me. He collapsed over me, pressing me into the mattress. After a few labored breaths, he shuddered and nuzzled my neck. “Tell me you’re here withme.”
I emptied my lungs in a long, satisfying sigh. “Where else would Ibe?”
It was only when he rolled to the side that I realized we were both sweating. He rubbed my back, gathering my hair off my neck and holding it off my skin. “I think I’m actually looking forward to winter foronce.”
I turned my head to rest on the opposite cheek and face him. “Howcome?”
He tied off the condom and tossed it on the floor. “An excuse to stay indoors and sweat withyou.”
I hoped I was warm enough to hide my blush. Winter wasn’t far off, and yet in terms of our relationship, it seemed like ages. I’d been brave earlier because I’d wanted him at any expense. But did I really have what it took to tame a Manhattanplayer?
By the way he looked at me, it was possible. Maybe even likely. “I’d like that,” I said. “Although Bruno usually keeps mewarm.”
“I don’t doubt that.” He leaned on his elbow, his head in his hand as he watched me. “You might have to upgrade your bed to a king to fit us all. Or we can go to myplace.”
“I get to see your place?” Iasked.
