She had no plans to stop.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she flattened her hands over his stomach, feeling the muscles clench into tight ridges. Then she kissed her way across the keyboard until she’d hit every last key.

His warm skin felt soft and supple under her lips. She wanted to lick the spicy scent of him into her mouth and nuzzle her nose into the hollow of his throat.

Raking her fingers across his stomach, she loved the sound of his groan as he hunched forward a bit more.

She loved knowing how much she affected him.

Suddenly, she wanted him to be the one begging tonight.

Fingers restless and curious, she gripped the button on his jeans between her fingers and popped it through the hole.

His back rose and fell at a faster pace with each passing minute and, when she slid her fingers beneath the now-loosened waistband, she felt him shudder before stilling when she brushed against the satin-soft tip of his cock.

“Tru—”

“Quiet.”

He fell silent, though she clearly heard every breath he took. Music to her ears and so damn sexy. Her panties were already damp beneath her jeans and becoming more uncomfortable with every second.

She wanted to turn him around and force him to make her come again, like he had last night.

But first . . .

She let her thumb rub over the head of his cock, slicking the moisture gathered there. She wanted to spread that moisture all the way down the shaft but to do that, she needed to unzip his jeans.

Leaving one hand to play with the head, she used the other to draw down his zipper. With her cheek against his back, she tugged at the side of his jeans with one hand but didn’t make much headway pulling them down.

He took one of his hands off the piano and tugged on the other side which loosened them enough for her hand to slip farther inside.

“Tru.”

She was pretty sure he wasn’t trying to tell her to stop but she did because she didn’t want him to be distracted. At least not completely.

“Hmm?”

“You sure?”

“Sebastian. I’ve got my hand down your pants. I don’t think it got there by accident.”

He laughed, which turned into a groan as she moved her hand down his shaft to cup his balls.

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“Glad to hear it. Christ, Tru.”

She began to pump his cock with slow, steady strokes, rubbing her palm in the moisture leaking from the tip, then smoothing it down the shaft.

Part of her couldn’t believe what was happening between them. Another part was too freaking turned on to care about anything but making him lose control. Just like he’d made her lose hers last night.

She wanted to hear him cry out her name when he came.

While she continued to stroke his cock, she let her other hand glide back up his abdomen. She played her fingers in the soft hair trailing from his navel to the root of his cock, then moved to his abs and his pecs. His chest rose and fell in an increasingly jagged rhythm, and when she flicked his nipples, he groaned again and let his head drop down even farther.

They stood there entwined for several minutes, Tru teasing him with carnal purpose and Sebastian allowing her complete access. Which simply made her that much more hot for him.

She kept her pace deliberately slow. The silky skin of his cock slid through her hand, the heat emanating from the organ warming her palm. Cuddling closer, she let her hand drift down to his balls again and rolled them with her fingers, causing him to thrust into her hand.

“Harder.”

That one word said in his low growl made her pussy clench. God, she’d almost orgasmed. She wanted to come but knew it’d be better if she drew out the pleasure as long as she could.

Pressing her lips to his back again, she picked up the pace. And tweaked his nipple.

“Yeah. Fuck. That’s—”

He turned abruptly and she gasped, releasing him before she could hurt him.

He barely gave her time to draw in a breath before he had his mouth over hers again and his naked cock wedged against her belly.

Her arms wrapped around his waist as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her against him. Her hands flattened on his back as their chests pressed together, then immediately sank down to spread over his ass. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on the man and he had a damn fine ass.

But before she could caress her way back to his cock, he sat on the piano bench and slid his hands under her shirt, shoving it up until he had her breasts uncovered.

Staring down into his eyes, she saw they’d darkened to a stormy gray.

“Take it off.”

She didn’t hesitate to obey his rough command and she saw what looked like triumph cross his features. As if he imagined she wouldn’t do whatever he asked.

Probably better he didn’t know she’d do anything for him right now.

So she hesitated and raised an eyebrow at him. Which just made him smile.

Arrogant bastard. How could something that drove her so crazy during the light of day make her want to strip him naked and ride his cock at night?

What had changed since yesterday morning?

But then she stared into his eyes and saw the way he looked at her and completely lost her train of thought. Because the way he stared at her, as if he wanted to devour her whole, was exactly why she was about to take off her shirt for him.

Breathing became much more difficult as she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. But when she began to reach around to take off her bra, he stopped her by shaking his head.

“No, I get to do that. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for days.”

She couldn’t tell if he meant just the past two days or if it’d been longer.

Then her brain stuttered and stopped as he sat forward and wrapped his arms around her so he could reach her bra clasp. Which brought him close enough for her to feel his breath against her skin.

If he leaned forward just a little farther, he’d be able to put his mouth on the upper swells of her breasts. She wanted him to do it, her nipples tight and achy. He’d know as soon as he got her bra off how much she wanted him.

At this point, she didn’t care how much she gave away. She only wanted him to give her pleasure. And relief.

With his gaze holding hers, he unclipped the pretty lace bra she’d debated wearing tonight. It had almost seemed like she was giving him permission by choosing it.

Ridiculous. And absolutely right.

The bra straps loosened and she shrugged her shoulders just the right way to get the straps to fall. But with her arms at her side, the bra stuck in place.

She lifted her arms just enough to let the bra drop. His gaze continued to hold hers for several seconds before he let himself look at her breasts.

She wouldn’t say she had the best-looking boobs in the world but they weren’t the ugliest, either. And the way Sebastian was looking at them, he obviously found them nice enough.

The hands he’d spread across her back slid to her ribs, and then, finally, to her breasts. He cupped them gently at first, as if he were afraid she’d run. But when her head tipped back and she moaned softly under her breath, he began to knead her harder.

Yes. Just like that.

Each finger felt like fire against her skin, the rough texture of his own tantalizing in ways she’d never experienced before. Eyes closed, she sank into the sensation as he brought his mouth into play.

He pressed a kiss against one tight nipple, stopping her lungs for several seconds. Her hands found their way to his shoulders as he proceeded to heat her blood to boiling. His lips opened over the tip and sucked it into his mouth, using his teeth to scrape against the sensitive skin, sending shivers through her. His hands clasping her tighter, he played her into a frenzy with his teeth and tongue.

Licking at the pebbled flesh, he hummed, creating a vibration that resonated deep inside. Her head fell forward, her eyes opening only enough to see the top of his head.