Sebastian swallowed hard as his gaze dragged down my body slowly as if he was memorizing every inch of me. “You mean … I mean … you mean …”
“A one-night stand. No strings attached.”
He straightened, his eyes flaring hotly. “And you’d still be my friend afterward? It wouldn’t … wouldn’t it get weird?”
“No.” I shrugged. “It’s messing things up. So, let’s do it and be done with it.”
He stared at me so long, I thought he would deny it.
Instead, it was like some string holding him back snapped and suddenly I was in his arms.
Sebastian Thorne kissed me with a passion that rocked me back on my heels.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
LILY
He kissed me like it was the last time we’d ever see each other—a sensual place caught between wild longing and desperate hunger.
It was lips, tongue,need.
Sebastian held my head to his, his fingers threaded through my hair. I could do nothing but hold on to his arms as his kiss ignited my body in a way I didn’t know existed outside of my romance novels.
His kiss tasted of yearning and frustration. I moaned as his other hand gripped my arse, hauling me against him. His erection dug into me, making me moan even louder.
Sebastian grunted, slipping his hand from my hair to join the other one on my butt. He squeezed it and we stumbled back against the wall. It broke the kiss and Sebastian stared down at my mouth, his eyes hooded. His voice was thick as he confessed, “I’ve fantasized about doing many a filthy thing to your gorgeous arse.”
My belly clenched, low and deep. “Like what?”
“I’d prefer to show you. But first …” His mouth crushed over mine again. He tasted of champagne and something all him. I’dnever been much a fan of kissing. It wasn’t that I disliked it, but it wasn’t my favorite part of foreplay. Yet with Sebastian, it was different. His tongue caressing mine was turning me on in a way a kiss never had.
I needed him inside me.
Before I changed my mind.
Sebastian’s mouth left mine as I fumbled for the zip on his jeans. His breath puffed against my forehead as he looked down between us. Sliding his hand under my dress, his thumb pressed the fabric against my clit. I shivered, arousal squeezing my inner muscles. “Let me take care of you first.”
I shook my head. “I … after. I just want …”
“What do you want?” He ducked his head to press a kiss to my throat. “Lily, what do you want?”
“You inside me.”
“Sweet holy hell.” His mouth was on mine again as we stumbled across the hall toward my bedroom. Then we were on the bed, hands pawing and ripping while lips and tongues ravaged each other’s mouths. He pushed the hem of my dress up and gripped my knickers, hurriedly drawing them down my thighs. My usual self-consciousness seemed to have taken a vacation, overwhelmed instead by heady lust.
Sebastian moved to draw my dress over my head, but I slid my hand inside his jeans instead. “Just get inside me.”
“Fuuuuccck.” He growled seconds before he kissed me, impossibly hungrier than ever as I fumbled to pull the zipper down on his jeans.
I arched into him as he slipped his hands between my legs, sliding his fingers into me. The wet he found there made him groan against my mouth. “Lily, God, Lily.” He drew away to watch my expression as he pumped in and out of me. The look on his face … He watched me as if I was the sexiest, most exciting woman he’d ever seen in his life.
“Sebastian!”
His features hardened, tautening with need, and he sat up straddling me, the movement forcing my hands to fall to my sides. I couldn’t take my eyes off him or the way his hands shook. All composure gone, he tugged out his wallet from his back pocket, flipped it open impatiently, and removed a foil package.
A small voice prodded the back of my mind, screaming at me this was a terrible idea and I’d regret it. We’d both been drinking. We both knew our reasoning for doing this was beyond flawed.
Yet I was too far gone. I’d never experienced sexual desire like this, and I might never again. For once I wanted to be brave and soak up life. No matter what.
