He wasn’t telling her to stop, so she stroked the smooth, hard curves of his pecs, from his underarms to the top of his ribs, molding her hand around his shape. He quivered beneath her touch, his breathing heavier, more ragged, than it had been a few minutes ago.
A very good sign.
Encouraged, she reached up on tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. They’d kissed before, but never in private, and he tasted even better when she had him all to herself.Scrumptious man.She teased his bottom lip then deepened the kiss, and when his hands, soft and gentle, scorched a trail up her body toward her breasts, she willed him to push through his carefully laid out boundaries—to grab, squeeze and take.
But he didn’t.
“You think this is a bad idea, don’t you?” she said.
“As much as I want to, it’s not professional.”
Neither was the bulge in his shorts, pushing against her pelvis. “But wecanbe professional about this. We’re grown-ups. We’re—”
“Sex-starved and horny.”
“Exactly.”
“But we’re not teenagers with no control.”
“No. Absolutely not.” She kissed him again. He smelled delicious, of woodlands and forests that beckoned her to roam and explore. “You’re a man and I’m a woman.”
“It’ll get messy.” But the way he brushed his lips against her ear told her he was trying to convince himself more than her.
She shivered and nipped his chin, a simple bite of encouragement, like a starter gun that with a bang had Sebastian off his starting block, crushing her against his body with his thick, powerful arms. Hungry, possessive. His demanding tongue swept around hers as they kissed, detonating her primitive desire.
“Are you sure you want this, Hobbs?” he rasped against her mouth.
Yes, yes! A million times, yes!“You want it. I want it. This is just sex.”
“Just sex?” He locked eyes with her. “For one night?”
“One night.” She tugged him toward her bedroom. “Just sex.”
It would be foolish to want hearts and flowers from this guy.
But his body?
A different thing entirely.
Seb was on fire. He should have stayed in his room. Instead, he was burning in the flames of Helen’s bed as it creaked under their weight. He sank down into her, his mouth greedy, his hands pausing only to pull her nightshirt off her delectable body.
He grazed his teeth over her Byte Me tattoo, wanting to do just that. Many times over. “When did you get this done?”
“Emma.” Helen kissed his neck. “Got it for my twenty-first birthday. Her friend’s a tattoo artist.” She rubbed her hands all over his chest, hungry, primal and urgent, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. His ego spiked, his dick swelled. He pressed himself against her and she spread her legs wider, arching her back. “Have you got any tattoos?”
“No.”
He didn’t have anything except a wild desire to fuck her senseless.Man, he was out of control!He hadn’t been this turned on in forever, and when Helen wrapped her long legs around his hips, tilting herself against him, he teetered dangerously close to the edge. He pulled back sharply, throbbing against her, holding his breath as he gazed at her breasts. Small, perky and perfect.
“You’re infuriatingly attractive,” he growled. “And too damn sexy for your own good.”
She pulled his face down to hers, nipped his lower lip. “I’ve been thinking the same thing about you. The things I’ve imagined doing to you …”
She’d had dirty thoughts about him?Seb’s heart pumped more blood to his dick, draining his brain of all sense and reason. One night ofJust Sexwasn’t part of their deal, but—
Him. Her. Naked.
That’s all he cared about. He freed himself from his shorts.
