“I knew it.” Helen laughed, but then pulled a face remembering his other engagement. “What’s this next meeting?”
“There isn’t one.”
“Sebastian Clarke, did you lie to that sweet old lady?”
He looked guilty for all of two seconds. “Know any good beaches around here?”
Ooh. She liked Renegade Sebastian. “We could head to Weston again. But it means doubling back toward home first.”
His grin was slow and wicked. “Even better.”
Forty minutes later—after the longest car journey in the history of mankind—Seb pinned Helen against the outside wall of her cottage, his hips grinding against hers as they kissed. The dull morning washed away and he was more than ready—rock hard, in fact—for the excitement and freedom this woman gave by the ton.
He kissed her neck as she fumbled with the keys, both tugging at clothes as the door closed behind them.
“You’re in a hurry.” She nipped his ear as he carried her to the bedroom.
“January, remember? Can’t let those condoms go to waste.” Dodging books and the crap on her floor, Seb lowered her onto the bed then stripped off the rest of his clothes, almost coming undone when Helen stared at his groin. She looked like she wanted to devour him whole. He reached for the condom, and because she seemed to like it when he handled himself, he rolled it on slowly—very slowly—until he was in danger of flying too close to the sun. He swallowed back a groan and nodded to the underwear she still wore.
“Stop gawping and get naked, Hobbs," he growled. "This show works both ways.”
“Yes, sir.” She licked her lips and pushed him onto his back—then rode him hard and fast.
His orgasm ripped through him—crazy and out of nowhere—his body tensed, consumed, emptied. He gripped her hips and thrust deep into her, then watched her come. Sexy, wild and spectacular.
Riding out the aftershocks, Helen smacked a breathless kiss on his lips. "Thank you."
“You’re welcome.” He kissed her back, dazed by the intensity of the past …what? Two minutes since they’d entered the house?For Christ’s sake.“You’re not gonna call me a one-thrust wonder again, are you? Because I’m pretty sure I’ve already proven I can hold out longer than that.”
Last night, after their warm up, he’d taken his time with her for two rounds of slow, lingering exploration which he’d thought would curb his appetite for her today. But no. He’d been just as desperate and impatient to have her again as that very first time.
“You certainly have proven your stamina.” Helen shifted off him. “And you have nine more weeks to continually prove it to me.”
Seb propped himself up onto his elbows. “So you really wanna do this, Hobbs?”
“We’re already doing it, Sebastian.” She lay down next to him. “But if it stops you breaking out in hives, we could add a clause to the contract.”
Now, this was his kind of talk!Seb cocked his head.
“We’ll call it the sex clause,” she said, “and it should state that I always go on top because that ride just now? It was absolutely amazing!”
Huh.“You’re making fun of me again. Like you did that time at the hotel.”
Her lips twitched. “I’m beginning to find your contracts, rules and schedules quite endearing.”
Exactly what he was afraid of. Endearments meant attachment, and Seb didn’t want to get attached or have anyone get attached to him. But he wasn't foolish enough to believe that this would be the last time they’d get naked—and neither was he that much of an insensitive jackass to bring up the subject of no-strings sex now, minutes after being inside her.
“As we’re working together, we do need to set some rules though,” he said, ignoring her sniggering. “It’ll help us define what’s going on.”
“Hot sex is what’s going on.” She yanked him down for another kiss.
Powerless to resist, he swirled his tongue around hers, taking everything she offered until his sexed-up brain clocked the distraction tactic. He came up for air. “Rules, Hobbs. I need rules.”
She flopped back onto the bed. “Okay. Here are mine. We remain friends and treat each other with respect at all times. That covers everything, doesn’t it?”
“I was thinking something a little more specific like—”
She pressed her fingers to his lips. “We’re not robots, Sebastian, and you’re going back to Canada in a few weeks’ time. Let’s just enjoythis.”
