by Sabrina York
She gave a grunt and repositioned his hold. Directly over her breasts. Her nipples gouged his palms. His sanity. Lust shot through him and his cock shot up like a steel rocket. Still, somehow, he managed not to maul her, not to clutch those supple globes, to weigh them, press them together.
Although his restraint made him sweaty.
He renewed his assault on her neck and held her tenderly, moving only slightly, rubbing ever so subtly against her swollen peaks. He was rewarded for his discipline when she arched back into him, resting her head on his shoulder, murmuring a moan.
“Do you like this?” A harsh whisper.
“Yes. Yes.”
In this position, he had an unobstructed view of her body. Her skirt had ridden up on her thighs—and those thighs were parted.
Oh, this was not a cold, passionless woman. Not at all. Tiny little clues gave her away. The soft hush of her breath. The impatient twitch of her hips. The way her tongue peeped out now and again as though she couldn’t hold it back.
He couldn’t wait to prove to her just how passionate she was.
So he didn’t.
He kept hold on one breast—he couldn’t bear to let it go—and ran a slow caress down her flank to the bare skin below her hem. She sucked in a breath but didn’t stop him. So he eased his way back up…under her skirt.
“How did you meet him?”
Katie tipped her head and gaped at him. Her eyes were dewy, her lips damp. “What?”
He slipped higher, teased the band of her panties. “How did you meet him? Your husband?”
“I…we…school. Ah!”
Oh yes. The heat at the crux of her being was unmistakable. And it was a damp heat. Sebastian scraped over her slit and she winced…but her legs spread farther apart.
“How old were you?” He nudged beneath the elastic, felt the downy kiss of her curls. Thank God. He preferred a natural woman.
“How? What?”
“How old were you when you met?” He nibbled on her ear, to distract her. She wriggled against him. And in her wriggling, her lower lips parted.
Sebastian slipped between them, quivering, humming with anticipation because he was about to touch her—
Holy. God.
She was wet. Slick. Hard.
He laid his fingertip on her clit. Just rested it there. She whimpered.
He laved her neck, nibbled. Nipped. She groaned.
“Do you like this, Katie? Do you?”
“Please, Sebastian.”
“What do you want? Tell me.”
In response, she arched her hips and rubbed herself against him. He did not allow it.
“Tell me.”
“I w-want you to m-make circles.”
Vague, as instruction went, but he knew. He knew what she meant. And he complied, drawing tiny little Os over the very tip of her clit. At the same time, he teased her nipple, tracing it, scraping it, tugging at it. She blew out a breath. Panted.
His circles widened, her cream making each circuit slicker. Still, he kept his touch light, teasing. He wanted her aching. He wanted her wild.
And he got what he wanted.
After only a few minutes of this relentless stimulation, she braced her feet on the sofa and thrust back with a growl. She reached behind her and fisted her fingers in his hair and pulled him down for a full-mouthed kiss. She consumed him, sucking and licking and commanding his lips.
When she shoved her tongue into his mouth, he reciprocated… after a fashion, following her damp slit and plunging his fingers deep into her cunt.
She spasmed.
Howled.
Clenched around him.
The walls of her cunt massaged him with an intensity that turned his vision red. Ah, to have her tight grasp around his aching cock!
But this was about Katie. This was her orgasm. Her bliss. He tried to focus on that.
So even as she rode him, he worked her, digging deeper, searching and then finding the tender bundle of nerves at her core. All the while, he dandled her clit, her swollen, tender clit, with the pad of his thumb. He played it like a musical instrument, strumming her, plucking her, making her snarl and wheeze and plead and come and come and come again.
He’d never known a woman to come like that. So fiercely. It was as though she had saved it all up—for the entire course of her lifetime—just to pour it all out on him tonight.
He wanted to bathe in it. Soak it in. Carry it with him when she left.
It took a while for her to recover, still twitching and humming and muttering under her breath. But he held her, and stroked her, and drew it out as long as he could.
When she finally glanced up at him, there were tiny tears on her lashes and a look of awe in her eyes.
It was the most magnificent sight.
One any man would kill or die to see.
Because he’d given her the one thing she thought she could never earn.
Redemption.
Chapter Five
Katie, boneless, replete, stared at Sebastian. She had never known—never even suspected—her body could feel like this. And he had done it all with a mere touch.
She was not frigid. Not cold. Not incapable of releasing with a man.
What a tremendous revelation. A liberation. The weight on her soul diminished. The dark cloud of doubt wafted away. A tremendous joy, unlike anything she had ever experienced washed through her.
And also, a hunger.
A growling, snarling hunger. For more.
She shifted around in his arms—draping her legs over his, pressing her breasts against his chest—and kissed him. It was a long, lingering kiss. One of extreme gratitude.
It quickly became something else.
He threaded his fingers in her hair and held her still as he worked his mouth over hers, sucking and teasing and then delving deep. His lips grazed across her cheek and he once again nested in the crook of her neck, finding a spot that sent ribbons of delight threading through her.
“Oh, God, yes,” she breathed.
“Hmm.” His voice rumbled over her skin, sending goose bumps dancing down her spine. “Perhaps we should move this into the bedroom?”
She loved that he phrased it as a question. All through this journey he had been careful with her, letting her take the lead.
And oh, she was ready to take the lead now.
She leapt up from the sofa and tugged on his hand, delighted he responded with alacrity.
It was a large suite. The bedroom was far too far away. She couldn’t wait. As they made their way, laughing and kissing, she began unbuttoning his shirt. By the time they reached the doors, she nearly had it off and was working on his jeans.
They came undone and slipped down to his knees. He kicked them off, struggling when they caught on his shoes. He kicked those off as well.
When he turned back to her, the smile froze on her face. Her gaze was riveted. On his crotch.
Holy. Hannah.
The bulge in his briefs made her mouth water.
She’d only been with one man. And he’d been…less.
Much less.
She fell to her knees and hooked her thumbs in the elastic and tugged.
His cock—ah, his magnificent cock—sprang free.
Katie stared. He was long and hard and heavy and, dear heavens, ready for her. She loved the thick veins, the dark purple head, the way it pulsed with impatience. The delicious drop of cum beading at the tip.
She took him in her fist and he winced, shivered, sucked in a breath through his teeth. She leaned closer and drew in his scent. Musky and manly. She longed for a taste. Just one taste.
But there was no such thing as one taste. One taste would never be enough. For when she dabbed her tongue along the slit, when his delicious, creamy, salty flavor infused her mouth, she had to wrap her lips around him and draw him in, draw him deeper.
She nearly cried out when he yanked away.
Her eyes flew to his. “What? Why?”
He came
down on his knees by her side. “God, Katie, don’t you know? Can’t you tell?”
She shook her head.
“If you do any more of that, I’ll lose it. I can’t…I need…I want….”
Oh. She knew. She could tell. He wanted her. He wanted her so bad he could barely control himself.
And she gloried in it.
“You want to come inside me.”
“Yes. Please. God, yes.” He helped her to her feet and then looked her up and down. A frown marred his perfect features. “But this dress has got to go.”
She put out a lip, feeling suddenly playful. “But I love this dress.” She twirled around.
“I want you naked.” A growl. Like a beast, incapable of speech. Bold. Brash. Blatant.
She whipped the dress off, not even thinking twice about the minute imperfections of her body. All doubt was gone, swept away by the tide of lust, burned to ashes by the heat in his gaze.
He sucked in a breath. Worshipped her with his eyes. “Oh, God,” he murmured. His hand trembled as he reached out to caress her belly, her breasts. “All of it. More.”
His eyes glittered when she slipped off her bra. They glowed when her panties fell to the floor.
And then he was on her. Like a ravaging, pillaging savage, he was on her.
He swept her into his arms and tossed her onto the bed and covered her. He wedged his legs between hers and forced her wide and placed the tip of his cock at her entrance. His muscles tightened. She steeled herself, knowing what was coming. Aching for it. Aching to be filled.
And then he stopped. Froze.
“Shit.” He leapt from the bed and stormed to the bathroom.
Katie sat up and swiped the hair from her face, her heart thudding. What was it? What had happened? Had she done something wrong?
Sebastian came back into the bedroom a moment later ripping at a small packet with his teeth. He tossed a few more packets on the bedside table and met her gaze with a chagrined look. “I nearly forgot.”
Oh. Hell.
So had she. She’d been so mindless with lust, after one sip of him, she’d forgotten everything else. Even protection.
She couldn’t help it. A giggle seeped out. And then a laugh.
“It’s not funny,” he muttered, but his lips twitched, too.
He fit the condom onto his cock—Katie was possessed of the realization she didn’t know they made them so large—and flopped back onto the bed, tugged her to his side and kissed her. “Where were we?”
“You were getting ready to fuck me.”
“So I was.”
“It was going to be a magnificent fuck.”
“So it was.”
“But then you scampered from the room.”
“I did not scamper.”
“You did.”
He growled, rolled over on top of her, and nipped at her neck and that easily, her playful mood evaporated.
He spread her legs again, this time more gently, fit himself between them, and eased in.
And her body seized.
Her nerves, still tender, still enervated from her explosive orgasms, clenched, sang.
Because as he eased in, he stretched her. And stretched her.
He filled her magnificently with one slow, steady stroke. All the way. All the way in.
“Ah,” he growled. “So tight. So incredibly—” He hissed when she clenched around him. Shivered. Shook. The muscles in his neck stood out with the strain. Then he yanked out.
It was all Katie could do not to howl in denial at the keening emptiness he left in his wake.
But then, without hesitation, he thrust in again, deeper. And again and again.
And that was all it took. Those four thrusts. Each one drove her higher and higher, each one touched her more deeply than she’d ever been touched before.
Her body, so long deprived of bliss, exploded. Imploded.
Flooded.
She was aware of him, working away, pounding in and in as she came, but she could do nothing. Nothing but clutch at his ass, dig her fingers in deep. Clench at his cock. Pant and nip and growl like a tigress in heat as wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through her.
His pace increased. His plunges became shorter, harder, deeper. The noises emanating from his throat became harsher, wilder. Feral.
“God, yes,” he breathed. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” She came around him again. And again. His cock tightened. Swelled. The new sensation of fullness catapulted her over the edge once more. This time, she spiraled out of control, writhing beneath him, biting and scratching and scoring her nails into his back, trying to hold on for dear life.
He jerked inside her, stiffened, and gave a bestial growl, taking her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside in tandem with his other thrusts.
And then he slowed. Withdrew. Collapsed at her side, panting.
He glanced at her. Traced a tender finger over her cheek, gently pushing the hair from her face. “Holy crap,” he said. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
“You, my sweet, are a wildcat in bed.” He kissed her. “A freakin’ wildcat.”
Chapter Six
Katie smiled and tucked herself deeper into Sebastian’s embrace. Delight, unlike anything she’d ever known, settled in her soul. This was what she wanted. This was what she had been missing.
A gorgeous man. Wild for her. Passionate for her.
What a pity it was only for one night.
She didn’t remember much of Joy’s blathering about Madame Eve, but she did remember the one-night stand part.
She glanced up at Sebastian’s face. His eyes were closed, his muscles relaxed, though his nostrils flared with each deep breath as he recovered himself.
Yes, it was a pity it was only for one night.
They would have to make the best of it.
But despite her good intentions, a drowsy blanket enrobed her as she waited for Sebastian to refuel. Her lids drifted closed. And sleep claimed her.
She awoke, sometime in the night, to the strangest sensation.
Between her legs.
The rasp of a velvet tongue over her most sensitive nub. A lick, a lave, a gentle suck.
It took a moment to realize—hovering in the misty space between dreams and bliss—this was real. It was really happening. As memory of their previous encounter swept through her, it brought along with it a rising tide of passion.
Katie shuddered at the weight of it, the power of it.
As a woman who had always kept her lust tightly leashed, locked deep within, this feeling, this hunger was something unfamiliar. And a little frightening.
It was as though she had lived life all dammed up. And now the great walls of the dam had cracked, broken. Last night had seen a great spurting leak. But now, now the wall threatened to crumble.
And she wondered if she would survive the violence of those rushing waters, the all-encompassing power of that flood.
But even as she thought to pull away, to withdraw back into a safe and sterile place, he enrobed her aching clit in his lips and sucked her. At the same time, he eased a thick finger deep inside her, found a tender spot, and toyed with it.
All fear, all doubt, all restraint flew.
Katie placed her feet flat on the bed and arched up. She fisted his hair and held him there and guided him, commanded him with low grunts, pleas, demands.
He obliged. Teasing her, tormenting her, urging her to wilder and wilder heights.
He didn’t stop, didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath, not until she came. And even then, he kept at it, working her, delighting her, drawing out her bliss until she thought she would die from the pleasure.
When she was boneless, numb, he flipped her over. He sucked in a breath and let it out on a hum as he cupped the twin cheeks of her ass. “Beautiful,” he murmured, pulling the cheeks apart.
And she realized. He wasn’t finished with her yet.
Had a woman ever come so beautifully? Sebastian did not think so. He loved the
passion, the flurry of Katie when she came. He loved how she wailed—although he was certain she would deny the fact should he mention it. He loved the way her body quivered and quaked. He loved the way she drooled for him.
And he wanted to feel her tight clench around him as he came once again.
He positioned himself behind her and lifted her up, skating his palm over the curves of her ass. He loved her ass. So full and round and creamy and grab-able. He liked having something to hold onto when he fucked a woman. He sank his fingers deep into her flesh, enjoying the way it dimpled, shivered to his touch, the way she cooed and moaned and wriggled impatiently.
She wanted more.
A smile quirked his lips. Oh. He’d give her more.
Without hesitation—he really didn’t have much patience left—he nudged her knees apart, positioned his cock at her entrance, and pushed in.
Her heat, the slick sensation of her sucking folds made him cross-eyed. “Jesus,” he hissed, thrusting deeper. She wailed—yes, wailed—again and clenched around him and sizzling sensation raced up his cock, tangled around his balls and shot up his spine. He clenched his ass to keep from exploding. Oh, he wanted to. He desperately wanted to.
But he wanted it, wanted this, to last.
It was fucking sublime.
And not just the sex. The tight, hot kiss of her cunt. The way she shivered and shuddered around him with each manic plunge.
It was that this was Katie. A gorgeous, sweet, responsive, funny woman—and a hellcat in bed—who stayed true to a man…no matter what.
With his history, he’d never dared hope to find a woman with such a quality, much less all the others. She was perfect. And he was in her.
And she was sobbing. Begging for more of his cock.
He loved it.
He shifted his angle and thrust deeper, aiming for the bundle of nerves he’d found earlier. To his delight, he scored, finding it with his first shot. He could tell, because she hissed in a breath and threw her head back and glared at him over her shoulder with her teeth bared. “Yes,” she snarled. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “You like this?”
“Yes. Yes. More.”
He complied, tightening his muscles against the onrushing tide, thrusting harder, working her, plundering her depths. A dizzying pleasure curled at the base of his spine and spread out, washing over every tingling nerve. He sucked in a breath as his cock swelled, seeped, snarled for release.
