And then she was being pushed through to her living room. She barely realized she’d dropped her purse by the door before Sebastian spun her around and pushed her back against the hardwood.

His body meshed against her at the same time he dropped his mouth over hers. Something came over her then, something she’d never felt before. The undeniable urge to let him have his way with her. It almost frightened her, the intensity of her desire to submit because she had no idea where it was coming from.

The lash of his tongue against hers made her knees go weak and the only reason she didn’t sag to the floor was because he had her pinned to the door.

She could barely breathe but she didn’t care. All she cared about was easing the pulsing ache spreading out from her lower body.

Her pussy clenched like a fist, causing her hips to roll forward, seeking more pressure. Her mouth opened a little farther, letting him in just a little deeper. Her body softened, all thoughts of anything not Sebastian gone between one heartbeat and the next.

He took full advantage, his tongue engaging hers with furious abandon, as if he’d sensed her surrender on some level. His hands reached for hers, their fingers lacing together. Then he pulled them up to hold beside her head. His arms caged her in and the heat of his body seeped into her skin.

Everything that wasn’t Sebastian faded into oblivion. The hard door behind her back and head, the floor beneath her feet.

Nothing remained except the taste of his mouth on hers and the scent of his skin. He’d worked up a sweat under the lights onstage and she could still smell it on him. Not unpleasant. Just all man.

It drew her in, made her want to run her tongue along his neck and bite at his skin.

But right now, she could do nothing but let him kiss her. He did it with such thorough, wicked intensity she felt it like a drug seeping through her system. Her body felt dense and heavy, her muscles like jelly.

Sebastian must have felt that because he groaned into her mouth, the sound rumbling up from his chest.

His hands released hers and she immediately reached for his shoulders to hold herself steady. His hands went to her waist, his fingers digging into her side for a second before tunneling under her shirt and spreading across her hips. The new calluses on his fingers felt like sandpaper against her sensitized skin and her breasts ached to feel that texture against her nipples.

She wanted him to strip her shirt off, wanted them to be completely naked, but Sebastian seemed to be taking his own sweet time getting where he wanted to go. His fingers crawled at an incredibly slow pace up her sides to brush against the bottom of her bra. Her back arched, trying to push her breasts into his hands.

He pulled back to look down at her with a lazy smile. “Oh, not yet, sweetheart. This time I’m not rushing.”

“Rush this time.” She was practically panting. “Slow next time.”

He laughed, a wide smile making her lungs stop working for several seconds at the sheer masculine beauty of him. When had he become the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen?

She stared up at him, waiting. Hoping.

“No way, babe.” He thrust forward, his cock settling into the notch of her thighs and pressing against her clit. She felt an electric current zap through her body and wiggled closer, though she really couldn’t move much. “This is gonna take all night and we’re gonna enjoy the hell out of it.”

“If I promise to enjoy it no matter how fast or slow it is, will you hurry up?”

“No fucking way.”

He dipped his head again and sealed their mouths together, immediately sliding his tongue into her mouth and drugging her once more.

Her hands fell on his shoulders, fingers digging into the tight flesh before sliding around to spread across his back. The flex and play of his muscles against her hands made her thighs quiver.

He took his own damn sweet time, coaxing her into playing with him, forcing her to go slower, even as her heart continued to race.

Minutes passed while he kissed her, his hands continuing to rest on her sides. Until they weren’t just resting there. Now, his fingers were moving, flirting under the edges of her bra. Goosebumps rose on her skin, making her wriggle against him as the ache between her legs intensified.

As his tongue lazily played with hers, his fingers inched farther beneath her bra until he just touched the sides of her breasts. The pace he set was torture and she moved one hand to his hair to slide through the strands until she had a good hold on him. Then she tugged.

No response. He didn’t move any faster, didn’t change his infuriatingly sexy rhythm. But he did take one hand away from her bra.

No, damn it. That’s not what she wanted.

She tugged a little harder this time and felt his mouth curve in a smile against hers.

He began to press kisses along her jaw to her ear, where he nipped at the lobe. She shuddered and moaned, the hand not clenched in his hair falling to his hip. She had some vague notion to tease him the way he was teasing her, but she lost her train of thought when he unclipped her bra with one hand.

Her breath hitched as his hand immediately slid under her bra and cupped her breast. His warm skin molded to her soft flesh and squeezed. Not hard, just enough to make her want more. So much more because, oh my god, she needed it. Needed whatever he wanted to give her because she ached.

“Harder.”

Her voice barely registered above her breathing but he’d obviously heard her. He’d been licking and biting his way down her neck to her collarbone, left bare by her t-shirt, but he stopped for a few seconds just to breathe.

“You’re making me more determined to go slow, Truly. And when I set my mind to something, I can be pretty damn stubborn.”

She knew that firsthand. It’d made her furiously angry more times than she could imagine. Tonight it frustrated the hell out of her.

“Sebastian.”

His hand started a slow, steady massage and her nipple hardened to painful stiffness.

“I fucking love hearing you say my name.”

And she fucking loved having his hands on her.

Cupping her neglected breast in his free hand, he pressed his mouth over her collarbone again and swirled his tongue on her skin. The slight roughness of his tongue stirred her blood, heated it to just under boiling.

Releasing his hair, she let that hand drop to his waist, then thrust both hands under his shirt and curved them around him. The warmth of his skin incited her to sink her fingernails into his back. And when he shuddered against her, his breath blowing hot against her skin, she raked her nails upward, loving the sound he made in response.

Feeling like she’d regained at least a little bit of control, she turned her head and nuzzled her nose against his neck, breathing in deeply. She couldn’t get enough of his smell. It made her want to lick him all over.

Groaning, his hands stopped and she knew if she could see his face, he’d be wearing that look of intense concentration. The one he had when he played.

It made her want to throw him back on her bed so she could be on top and watch him while she rode him until they both came.

Damn, she wanted to do that right now.

She must’ve made a motion or maybe he could actually read her mind because he crushed her a little more tightly to the wall.

“You’re trying to make me lose control. Not gonna happen, sweetheart. Those days are gone. I’ve learned a few things in the past year. Like how to control my urges.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be in control.”

“Oh, yes, you do. Trust me, Truly. You’ll enjoy the hell out of it.”

His mouth caught hers again, and this time his kiss was just as ravaging as before, but now it held a darker edge. She sensed he was bringing that control to bear on her again.