I don’t even glance through the peephole. I know exactly who it is. I’m the one who texted him. Three simple words:I need you. When he responded asking where I was, I sent him my room number.
Pulling open the door, I breathe in Sebastian’s scent and fist the front of his dress shirt as I pull him into the room. Our lips clash. I push the door closed behind him and wrap my free arm around his waist, hungrily grinding my hips against his.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” I pant in between kisses.
“I can’t stay away from you,” he replies, kissing me harder and driving me back against the bed.
Peeling off his blazer, I throw it across the room, and it lands…somewhere. My fingers eagerly tug at the buttons of his shirt, but he grips my wrists and halts my attempt at getting him naked. His eyes sweep over mine with a look of concern.
“Something’s wrong. Tell me what happened.”
He asks like he’s ready to take someone out on my behalf. It only makes me hotter for him.
“You met my parents. Need I say more?”
I try to keep my tone joking, but he doesn’t laugh.
I don’t want him to feel sorry for me. I don’t want him to be anything but deep inside me, making me forget about the horrible dinner I just left and the creeper at the bar, and everything else that’s been shitty over the past couple of days.
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell him dismissively. “Just let me take your clothes off.”
“Blair…”
Sebastian works his jaw, still holding my wrists. Dark intensity flares in his green eyes. Sexual tension sparks in the air. I can tell he’s at war with himself, and the last thing I want is for him to walk out. Things have been off between us ever since he found out who my parents are and realized I was a guest at his resort. I need to remind him how good we are together. The other stuff doesn’t matter.
I don’t wait for him to finish whatever he’s trying to say. I’m not going to let him reject me. Taking a step back, I ease my wrists away from him and reach for the hem of my dress. Then I slowly pull it up and over my head, wriggling my body enticingly in the process. Dropping the dress to the floor, I stand there in front of him in my white lace bra and thong. I feel vulnerable and exposed.
Sebastian doesn’t move. He’s frozen in place as he sucks in a breath, his eyes roving my body. It’s like I’ve cast a spell on him. At least, that’s what I hope. I’ve never tried to seduce anyone before.
Moving backwards into the room, leading him closer to the bed, I unhook my bra next and let it slide off, feeling my nipples perk in the air conditioning. Then I hesitantly slide a hand down the front of my underwear, letting out a soft gasp as my middle finger grazes my tingling clit.
When I look up at him again, I know I’ve got him.
With a growl, he drops to his knees and hooks his thumbs through the waistband of my panties. As he works them downmy legs, he kisses the rise of my hipbones and my lower belly. His tongue flicks the sensitive skin of my inner leg and runs higher, along the crease of my thigh. Closing my eyes, I welcome the sweet haze his touch brings and savor each lick and kiss as he removes my final layer.
The slide of lace. The warmth of his lips and the rough scrape of his stubble against my skin. Molten desire floods between my legs. God, what this man does to me.
Digging my hands into his hair, I try to urge him up while I kick the thong away from my ankles. But he won’t rise. He resists with a quiet groan, then nips alongside my knee. Giving in, I enjoy the growing weakness in my knees, the heat pooling in my lower belly. When he pushes me back onto the bed, I don’t resist. Scooting back, I reach for him again, but he doesn’t get on the bed with me.
Instead, he positions my ass so it’s almost falling off the mattress and then pushes my thighs wide apart as he sinks to the floor again with his head between my legs. I’m so wet that the air feels ice cold against my lower lips. It only makes me want him to slide into me and warm me up even more.
I can’t stop from squirming as I reach for him again. “I need you. Now. You don’t have to?—”
“Relax, Sunshine,” he says, and I shiver as he teases me. “Let me make you feel better.”
Oh, there’s the promise I wanted. Lowering my arms, I go limp against the soft linens and anticipate all the ways he’s going to make good on his word. His breath heats my mound as he takes his time massaging my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to my pussy. I’m breathless by the time he presses those perfect lips to my slit.
His tongue darts inside of me. Jolting from the shock of pleasure, I dig my fingers into his hair and hold on tight as he feasts on me. While he licks and sucks and works me into afrenzy, his hands cup and knead my breasts, thumbs stroking my nipples until they tingle. My body is a mess of sensation.
“I want you to fuck me again,” I moan as I start to feel an orgasm approaching.
He just keeps on lapping and nibbling, teasing my clit until I’m rocking myself against his mouth faster and harder and I don’t know up from down.
“Please.” I’m getting desperate now. “Sebastian,please.”
But he’s not giving in to my begging.
He continues sucking my clit as he slips a finger inside me, then two, pumping in time with my thrusts. In my mind, I flash back to the last time we had sex, the last time he was filling me with his cock, groaning in my ear, hitting that hot spot deep inside me, giving me more, more, more, and the memory is enough to make me shatter. I cry out as I come, clenching around his fingers, whimpering his name. The waves roll through me fast and deep, and he doesn’t stop fingering me until the contractions subside. Only then does he climb onto the bed beside me, rolling onto his side to watch me catch my breath.
