“Did you?” His drawl was edged with velvet. “Like what?”
Now that I wasn’t scared for my life, I was hyperaware of the fact that we were alone again. His smile was small but knowing, and the heat crawled from my face down to my neck and chest.
There was no way I was going to tell him I’d been fantasizing about our kiss—and what might’ve happened had Priya not interrupted us. “Like whether I should find out what room you’re in so we can… we can talk.”
It was still the truth, but it was tamer. Safer.
Except it didn’t feel so safe when Sebastian dipped his chin, his gaze sweeping over my face. A trace of my perfume clung to him, and I hated how much it turned me on to know that he smelled like me. That our kiss had left as concrete a mark on him as it had on me.
“I see. And what did you decide?” His voice was like velvet, his question heavy with loaded meaning.
Just like that, I was thrown back in time to our kiss in the garden, when we were the only people in the world, and all I wanted was to melt into his arms and never leave.
“I decided to wait until tomorrow.” My throat was so dry, it was a miracle I could speak. “I wasn’t sure if the kiss was a mistake or…”
“Or?” A dangerous glint entered his eyes.
“Something more,” I finished, my voice barely audible.
Sebastian tucked two fingers beneath my chin and tilted it up. Instead of replying, he touched his mouth to mine—softly at first, then deeper until my toes literally curled.
My doubts faded beneath a surge of renewed desire as he teased the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue. I parted eagerly for him, and he made a tortured noise in the back of his throat before he gripped my hips and pushed me against the wall. My dupatta slipped through my fingers and onto the ground again.
The kiss grew harder, more demanding. I’d lost all sense of where we were, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was him, and this, and us.
I ground against him, need pulsing to life in my belly. Little bursts of pleasure flickered down my spine, but they gave way to a whine of protest when Sebastian pulled back. He grasped my chin again, almost hard enough to hurt. “Did that feel like a mistake to you?” he asked, his voice rough. The intensity in his gaze made my lungs constrict.
I shook my head, unable to form words. My mouth felt swollen and tender, and I whimpered when he pressed his thumb in between my lips.
“Good,” he said softly. “Because if it did, I would’ve had to fuck the doubt out of you.”
My whimper turned into an embarrassing moan when he pushed deeper into my mouth. The taste of him flooded my mouth, and I instinctively suckled for more. Any inhibitions I had were long gone, erased by the strange yet intimate pressure of him inside me.
It wasn’t enough. I needed something else. I neededmore.
Sebastian’s eyes darkened when I moaned again. He yanked his hand away and hauled me onto the floor, the force of his movements only making me wetter.
“Or maybe that’s what you want.” He shoved my skirt up, the heavy layers of silk no match for his hands. He easily found the sticky arousal between my thighs. “Do you want me to fuck you, Maya?”
I panted, too distracted by the lazy circles he was drawing around my clit to answer. I was strung tighter than a wire, my nipples straining against my top, my panties a soaked mess.
I shouldn’t want it like this, rough and dirty in a stairwell where anyone could see us, but the truth was, I’d follow Sebastiananywhere he took me. No one had ever made me feel like this. We hadn’t had sex yet, and I was already getting addicted to the high.
He slipped my underwear to the side and plunged two fingers inside me. A strangled cry ripped from my throat, followed by his low chuckle.
“I think that’s a yes, but I want to hear you say it.” He was unrelenting, his voice merciless as he dragged his fingers out and thrust them into me again. “Use your words, Maya. Do you want me tofuckyou?”
“Yes,” I bit out, half pissed he was making me beg, half aroused beyond reason. “Yes, okay? I want you to fuck me!”
Sebastian pulled his fingers out again. I expected him to undo his pants, but I squealed in surprise when he grabbed my ankles and yanked me down so I sprawled gracelessly across the steps. My skirt was still bunched around my waist. The marble floor was cold and hard against my bare skin, but any discomfort was swallowed up by the sight of Sebastian kneeling below me, his eyes feral with hunger. There was no more amusement, only pure, undiluted desire.
My heart pounded as he pulled my underwear down and replaced his earlier touch with his mouth. A strange mix of lust and longing twisted inside me. No one had ever looked at me like that—like I was the most precious thing in their world, and they would stop breathing if they couldn’t have me.
I was lying half-naked and bared to him, but that type of connection made me feel more exposed than anything else.
Then Sebastian dragged his tongue leisurely over my clit, and all my thoughts disintegrated into dust. His hands bracketed my thighs, keeping them spread as he ate me out. He was a great kisser, but he deserved a gold medal for—
“Fuck!” I moaned again when he thrust his tongue inside me. He hit a sweet spot, and my body bowed into a near-painful arch.
