And now, she wanted to melt. She felt like she was melting from the inside out, her muscles and bones going liquid as he continued to caress her breasts with firm hands.

Soon, it wasn’t enough and her hips began to thrust against his in a rhythm he couldn’t deny. His own hips soon followed hers, until they were practically fucking each other through their clothes.

A second later, Sebastian reared back, breathing like he’d been deprived of oxygen for minutes. His eyes met hers and she saw a wildness in them that made her want to strip and do him right there against the door.

Groaning, he grabbed her for another hot kiss, his lips melding into hers like he couldn’t get enough. Then he pulled back and held her at arms’ length. “Where’s the bedroom?”

“Up the stairs and to the right.”

“Christ, I hope it’s not too far.”

Reaching out, he swung her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing and headed for the stairs at a fast walk.

She had no fear he’d drop her as he took the steps two at a time. He held her too tightly for that. She had a second to worry that he’d bump his head on the ceiling at the top of the stairs but he ducked at the right moment and stepped through the door to her bedroom.

He didn’t bother to turn on any lights because she always left a light on upstairs and downstairs. The light she’d left on in the hall made it easy for him to see where he was going.

And easy for her to watch him. It’d become her new favorite pastime. He fascinated her . . . when he wasn’t pissing her off.

Right now, he definitely wasn’t pissing her off. Even though he wasn’t doing what she needed.

Which was throwing her on the bed and fucking her hard and fast.

When the hell had she become so needy? It wasn’t like her at all.

And it definitely wasn’t like her to feel practically lightheaded when a guy stared at her the way Sebastian was right now. As if he was plotting exactly how he was going to break her down to a quivering mass of jelly.

She really shouldn’t be looking forward to that.

She couldn’t help herself.

Still standing by the bed, he stared down at her, his eyes on her chest. She watched the rapid rise and fall of his with fascination. Apparently, he couldn’t catch his breath either. She loved it.

And when she reached for the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it up her body, she felt a little bit of that control shift back to her. His attention now focused solely on her fingers as she drew the shirt over her head and let it drop off the other side of the bed. Getting rid of her bra simply required her to grab the center and tug it off. He’d already unclasped it for her.

If another man had ever stared at her like Sebastian was, she would’ve felt extremely uncomfortable. Now, she simply wanted more.

Without wasting more time, she gripped her waistband and undid the button and the zipper, then lifted her lower body from the bed so she could shove her jeans and her underwear down and off. She’d already kicked off her shoes.

She expected him to strip as well. Instead, he leaned forward and reached for her hips, dragging her toward him until her legs dangled over the side of the mattress. Then he spread her legs until he stood between hers, keeping his hands on her thighs. His fingers traced minute patterns on her skin, intensifying the throbbing in her pussy, aching even more now.

There was just something about being completely naked in front of a fully dressed Sebastian that heightened the thrill.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” She could barely hear his voice, he’d spoken so softly. “Why did I never see that before?”

She shook her head, a blush heating her cheeks and warmth filling her belly. “Maybe because we were never able to hold a civil conversation for more than five seconds before you kissed me.”

His hands continued to knead her thighs, his gaze locked with hers. “Should’ve done that a hell of a lot sooner.”

“I probably would’ve smacked you.”

“Yeah, you probably would’ve. What will you do if I put you over my knees and smack your ass?”

Her first instinct was to scoff and say she’d kick him in the nuts if he tried. But then the thought of his hand making hard contact with her flesh ignited something deep inside her.

Blinking up at him, she saw his eyes had narrowed and his cheeks had reddened.

“Has anyone ever spanked you?”

Not trusting her voice, she shook her head.

“Jesus, Truly, there’s so fucking much I want to do to you.”

“Then why don’t you start by taking off your clothes so I can suck you?”

“I think it’s my turn to taste you.”

In the next second, he’d fallen to his knees, hands high on the inside of her thighs, spreading her wider. He leaned closer, until she felt his breath on her labia, making all of her muscles tighten in anticipation.

“Yes.”

“Damn right.”

He’d barely whispered the words, but she felt them straight into her core. Then he put his mouth over her and she had no more rational thought.

He didn’t start slow, like she’d expected. He went straight for trying to make her scream.

He sucked her labia between his lips, nibbled on them with his teeth. The sensation felt like an electric shock that made her clit ache and throb and her nipples tighten almost painfully.

God, the man made her wild. She squirmed, trying to ease just a little of that ache. But Sebastian clamped his hands on her thighs and held her steady. Which just inflamed her senses all the more.

His tongue flicked out, licking at her clit, his pace slowing until her breathing slowed to match his rhythm. It was a little scary to realize how total his control over her really was. To know that he only had to touch his tongue between her legs and she became his.

Just knowing that made her pussy clench and her hands reach for his head. She couldn’t touch him so she reached above her to the other side of the bed, to hold on.

Sebastian played with single-minded purpose until she couldn’t contain her orgasm. With a cry, she came, her body curling into itself even as she tried not to move and dislodge him.

Sebastian continued to lick her as she came down but he was far from finished. Now, he began to kiss his way up her body, placing a kiss on her mound then stringing kisses up her belly as he rose off his knees.

His hands planted on either side of her hips, pushing his legs between her knees to hold her open.

He took his damn sweet time, making sure every movement brushed against some part of her body, except the part that was achy and needy.

She reached for his arms, trying to drag him closer, urge him to go faster. But he only smiled and held his position above her.

“You’re not going to convince me to go faster, babe.”

“Because you’re a damn tease.”

“I’m pretty sure you like when I tease you.”

Bastard. She did like it. Way too much. “But right now I want you to go faster.”

His expression turned a little wicked. “Something you need? I mean, it’s not like you didn’t just come.”

“Maybe I’m not fulfilled.”

“Ah, now, we can’t have that, can we?”

Lifting one hand from the bed, he slid it between her legs, playing with her overly sensitive labia and barely brushing against her clit.

He touched her and her body responded in ways she’d never imagined she would. She had absolutely no context for what he did to her and she bounced between loving it and fearing it so much, she felt like a Ping-Pong ball.

She’d never lost control the way he made her lose control.

Her lungs fought for each breath as he fingered her clit with whisper-soft strokes, lulling her into an almost blissful state before he thrust one finger into her pussy.

Still wet from her orgasm, her body put up no resistance and he sank deep, stroking her high inside before he pulled out, only to return with two fingers.