Then hissed out a curse, realizing there was one thing he—they—shouldbe caring about. “Condoms. I don’t have any.”
“I do.” Helen shifted beneath him and rummaged in her nightstand drawer, tossing things out on to the floor, and eventually handed him a small box still wrapped in cellophane. “You’d better make sure they’re still okay. It … um … may have beenslightlymore than a year for me.”
Seb squinted at the date on the packet. They were close to the expiring. “Exactly how muchslightlymore than a year?”
Helen looked away, mumbling her answer.
Three years?Seriously?
“No wonder you looked so turned on holding those panties.”
“Us humans have needs, Mr. Olympian.” But the spark was gone from her voice and her legs loosened from around his hips. “Meeting men is hard when you’re a full-time carer and I wasn’t exactly feeling amorous after—”
“Hey.” Seb titled her face back to his. “You don’t have to explain. I get it.” He kissed her forehead then her neck at the spot just below her ear. It made her writhe her supple body against him, adding fuel to his fire. By the time he kissed her mouth and teased her silky tongue with his, her legs had tightened around his hips again. He stroked her bare butt with the palm of his hand. “The condoms expire in January, by the way.”
“Thank god.” She tore the box open. “We’d better get a move on.”
“Not so fast.” He took the box from her and placed it on the nightstand. “Three years is a long time, Hobbs. You’ve missed out on a lot.” He cupped one of her smooth, soft breasts and strummed her nipple with his thumb. “Tell me what you like and how you like it.”
“Well, um—”
He sucked one of her perky buds into his mouth and held it gently between his teeth.
“Wow,” she breathed. “This isn’t bad.”
“It passes the time, eh?”
“Yes. It—oh, yes—it certainly keeps boredom at bay.”
“Glad to hear it.” Seb moved to her other breast, sucked and nipped, knowing he was doing a good job when Helen began to rub herself against his erection. His whole body ached for release, straining against his blazing desire to plunge into her. Instead, he cupped her face and took his time kissing her bold, smart mouth, then continued to feast on her breasts.
“What else do you like?” He blew on her wet nipples, watching how they puckered and tightened even more.
“I like everything.” Her breath was quick and choppy. “I like it fast, hard, slow. Everything.”
“Show me.”
Helen’s eyes flashed as she licked her lips—then guided his hand between her thighs.
Dirty, hot and dangerous.
Fuck.
“I always knew you’d be the death of me.” Ready to explode, he glided his fingers over her, watching pure, wanton pleasure play out on her face. Her legs were bent at the knees, parted wide, and her breasts jerked as she rocked against his hand, her sexy as hell nipples erect and driving him wild.
He took one into his mouth again.
“God, I like that,” she hissed.
“More?”
“Yes, yes.”
He sucked her again, nipping her softly as his hand—with slow, lingering strokes—explored every inch of her, reading her signals, speeding up when she became frantic and slowing down when she tensed, as if not quite ready to let go. He slipped his fingers inside her, then stroked her velvet center. She moaned and rocked against his palm, meeting his pace as his fingers worked her closer, closer, each jerk of her body more urgent than the last.
“Let me watch you come.”
What the hell was he saying?His dick was like steel and the sight of Helen climaxing would finish him off for sure. But he was mesmerized, addicted. Captivated. He brushed his thumb against her clit, and with another of her R-rated moans, she bucked her hips and shattered.
