Hot Mistake

by Cara Lockwood

  Vaguely he remembered some distant promise about celibacy, but there was no way—with Gabriela’s hands so talented—that he’d honor that promise. Hell, he’d happily give Marco a bottle of the best whiskey he could find if that meant he could keep tasting Gabriela. She tasted so good, so sweet. Her mouth on his like she was starving for it. Her tongue slid into his mouth once more. Eager, willing, wet. He’d had plenty of women, but something about Gabriela was just...not like the others. She didn’t hold back, and she wasn’t just putting on a show for him. This woman had passion in her veins. She reached for his fly, nimbly working the zipper. That’s when he realized she really did have no compulsion about taking him right there, out in the open beneath the stars, to hell with who saw.

  That was unbelievably hot.

  She broke free then and hopped off him, as if she’d been electrocuted.

  “I didn’t mean to do that,” she murmured, her face beet red.

  “You could’ve fooled me,” Sebastian quipped, rising up on his elbows, his lips feeling bruised from her enthusiasm. “You pretty much attacked me.”

  She glanced at him and worriedly bit her lip. “I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t mean to do that.”

  He gave a shrug. “I didn’t mind.”

  “You didn’t?” Her question almost came out as a squeak. God, she was adorable. Innocent and chaste one second and then a dirty girl who couldn’t get enough another. He was beginning to think there were two sides to Gabriela Cruz. He’d only ever known the tight-lipped good girl. But no good girl had ever kissed him like that.

  “I enjoyed it.”

  His words caused her blush to grow a shade deeper. “Come on.” She rolled her eyes.

  “I did. I enjoyed it very much. You...surprise me.” That was the truth of it. Who knew such a vixen lay beneath that staid exterior? He didn’t. His heart still was working overtime in his chest.

  “Oh, that? That’s nothing.” She shrugged and wrapped the towel tightly around her, flipping a wet strand of hair from her face. Her mascara was running slightly, but it did nothing to take away from her beauty. In fact, with most of her makeup washed off, she still looked stunning in the moonlight. If there was even a remote chance of her kissing him again, he’d be up for it. Hell, he’d be more than up for it.

  “How about we go to my cabin?” he offered.

  “Your cabin?” Gabriela tilted her head back and laughed. “And do what?”

  “Whatever you want to do.” He sucked in a breath. More kissing, please. More of everything, please.

  “I’m not going to your cabin,” she said, sounding determined. “I’d never hear the end of it if I did.”

  “From who?”

  “Felicia. Liv. Lola. Hell, even Theo wouldn’t let me live that one down.”

  “Why?” Sebastian was almost starting to feel insulted. Was spending the night with him so worthy of derision? He was a good lay. He prided himself on it. Women always came first. Him second. That’s the way he did things. He made a point of becoming an expert of his partner’s body in a very short amount of time. It was all about her pleasure, not his.

  “You are kind of toxic,” Gabriela admitted. She sent him a sidelong glance, her dark eyes apologetic.

  “Toxic? That’s harsh.”

  “You don’t commit to anyone. You’re kind of an egomaniac.”

  “I am not.” Sebastian wondered, though. Had he put himself first too often? He could brag, he knew, but was it bragging if the accolades were true?

  “Come on. Your Instagram feed is like a temple to your ego.”

  “Aren’t all Instagram feeds that?”

  She laughed a little. “You know what I mean. You’re always on there with half-clad women, fast cars or your motorcycle.”

  “And that’s bad...how?” he joked. “I’m kidding. Okay, I’m a bit insta-obnoxious. I’ll admit it. I should tone it down.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah.” He did mean it. Some of his posts weren’t in the best taste, but he was just having fun, really. Trying to chase after some reputation that he should’ve long stopped caring about.

  “I guess I’d better try to find some clothes. Maybe Felicia will let me in.” Gabriela stood, water dripping into the drenched strappy sandals still on her feet.

  “You don’t want to even try to get back to your cabin, trust me. They’re probably doing things in there that will scar you for life if you see them. The last thing I want to think about is Marco’s cousin Bill doing anything with anyone.” He stuck out his tongue in distaste and Gabriela laughed. “Come on. You can come to my cabin. Borrow a shirt at least. First, I won’t even stay in there with you if it makes you uncomfortable. And we’re at least a whole hallway away from the rest of the bridal party, so the likelihood of anyone seeing us is low.”

  “You sure?” Gabriela looked uncertain.

  “I promise to be a gentleman. My mom raised me right.”

  “But...”

  “You’re really that afraid of anyone seeing you? Seriously?”

  She just laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Hey, I have a rep to protect.”

  * * *

  Gabriela’s mind wasn’t working. That was the only way she could explain it to herself. The kiss had short-circuited all logical thoughts in her brain. Or maybe they were just drowned out by the bad ones, because she sure as hell loved the feel of his hands on her body and his lips against hers. Perhaps it was the vodka buzzing around in her brain, or the fact that Sebastian’s body felt...well, delicious beneath hers on the lounge chair. She followed Sebastian to the elevators and down the brightly carpeted corridor to his cabin, wondering if she should really be doing this at all. Because once she got on the other side of that door, she was pretty sure she’d tear the man’s clothes off.

  What the hell are you thinking? That was her inner, good-girl voice, the voice of reason that always steered her to practical choices. Sebastian was not a practical choice. Not at all. He was a toxic player. Plus, was she really going to sleep with him just to prove that she could?

  Yes, she thought. Hell, yes.

  Gabriela felt at war with herself—her good girl versus the woman she’d become: a take-no-prisoners-at-work, do-what-she-wanted-when-she-wanted, full-grown woman. She knew even considering sleeping with Sebastian Lott was wrong, so very, very wrong. Yet part of her didn’t care. Part of her, the inner, awkward teen, loved the idea of sleeping with the most popular boy in school, showing him all she’d learned in the last decade. It was wrong. She’d pay for it, too, if anybody ever found out, but at that moment she didn’t care.

  She would make sure Sebastian Lott never ignored her again. That was for damn sure.

  “Here we are,” Sebastian whispered, stopping before a nondescript door. She nearly ran into his back, and had to skid to a stop, her still-wet sandals slick against the carpeted floor.

  “Whoa,” he said, steadying her. “You okay?”

  She gave a swift nod. Was she really going to follow Sebastian Lott into his cabin? He slid his card key into the lock and the door swung open. It was a single suite, no roomies for him, lucky dog. But he had a massive king-size bed and a sliding-glass door that opened onto a small balcony overlooking the sea.

  “This is huge,” she murmured as she stepped inside, momentarily taken aback by the size of his suite. Hers was half the size and it slept four people.

  “I like to splurge,” he admitted and shrugged. He stepped in and the door slipped shut behind him.

  Gabriela’s heart beat a little faster. She was drenched still, and her hair dripped cold drops down her back. She shivered, though it wasn’t from the cold. She watched Sebastian walk to his suitcase propped on a stand in the corner of the room. He pulled out an oversize concert tee.

  “This is probably too big for you, but if you want to change into it, feel free. If you wan
t to sleep here tonight, I can go. Maybe I’ll see if Theo is still up.”

  “No. Wait.” What was she doing? She didn’t even know. All she knew was that she didn’t want him to leave. Not now. “Can you help me with the zipper?” She turned, sure that she wouldn’t be able to reach the zipper to her jumpsuit, which began at the middle of her back. She was also very aware that the wet fabric still clung to her, nearly transparent. She saw him stare, his eyes roving down her curves. That’s it. Want me.

  The cabin took a tiny little half spin. Maybe a touch too much vodka, she thought, distantly. Doesn’t matter, I’m in control now. Or was she? She didn’t even care, she had to be honest. If there was one thing that vodka did for her, it was to absolutely and without doubt strip away every last inhibition she had.

  He approached, slowly at first, and she turned away from him, her breath catching as she waited to feel his touch. She could sense him behind her, the heat of his body, as he gently tugged at the zipper. She wasn’t wearing a bra and when he got low enough he’d find the top of the lacy pink-shell thong she wore. He moved the zipper slowly, deliberately. His finger trailed her back as he went, and she could feel the electric current he created down to her toes. When the zipper reached its end, he stepped back and she turned around to face him.

  He seemed to be very still, very quiet, aware of the tension between them. She felt it, too. A sudden urge bubbled up in her. Be bad, it said. Be very, very bad.

  What would he say if prim-and-proper Gabriela got naked right here, right now? Wouldn’t he be shocked if she got naked? What would he do? She wanted to find out.

  She couldn’t think of a good reason not to anymore. It might be the vodka talking, but she sure as hell liked what vodka had to say. Suddenly she couldn’t remember why she shouldn’t get to know Sebastian in the most biblical ways possible.

  Wordlessly, she let the top go and the jumpsuit dropped to a pool of fabric at her feet. Her nipples peaked in the cool cabin air and she wore nothing but her pink thong, its sheer fabric doing little to conceal her bareness. He seemed surprised at first, but then he charted every curve of her body with his gaze, desire growing in his eyes.

  That’s it. Just like that. Want me.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice a low growl as he took a step closer to her.

  “I want you to touch me,” she murmured. God, how could she be so bold? This was Sebastian Lott. Yet somehow it felt right. He was right. The two were more the same than different and right now she wanted his hands all over her.

  “You sure about that?” His eyes devoured her hungrily, thoroughly, as if trying to memorize every detail of her body.

  “Yes,” she rasped. Her whole body wanted this, wanted him, wanted to see the ecstasy on his face when she brought him to climax, when he came, hot and gushing.

  He took another step forward and touched her nipple, ever so gently, rubbing its delicate pink rim with his thumb. She groaned, leaning into his touch, feeling the delicate nerve endings there come alive. He dipped down, laying a trail of delicate kisses along her bare neck, and she moaned. His touch was so gentle, so sure, like a dancer who knew all the steps. She covered his mouth with hers and melted into him, her bare skin against his clothes, her hands running the length of his soft polo. God, his chest was firm as she put her hands beneath the hem, feeling the ridges of muscle there. Yes, oh, yes. She’d wanted to do this since high school, since she was a teenager daydreaming about the day Sebastian Lott would finally notice her. His mouth was running down the slope of her breast and then it found her nipple. He teased it gently with his tongue. Oh, but her knees went weak at that moment, the softness of his touch, the deliberate swirl of his tongue around her delicate skin. But he wasn’t done, yet.

  He moved downward, ever downward, and suddenly he was on his knees before her. She sucked in a breath as she looked down, putting her hands into his thick, brown hair. He glanced up, his hazel eyes meeting hers.

  “I’m going to make you come,” he promised, and she shuddered at the thought. He kissed her, ever so delicately through the thin fabric of her thong, and she groaned at the proximity of it, the whisper kiss against her. Was he really going to do this? Worship her at her feet?

  He pushed the delicate fabric to one side and put his lips against her, down there, humming a bit, pushing air through his mouth onto her most delicate nerve endings, and every circuit in her brain lit up. He swept out his tongue but kept it relaxed, delicate, against her, so that she had no choice but to tighten her grip on his hair and groan with pleasure. She’d never had a man touch her like that before, never had a man who seemed to want to feast on her like some exotic delicacy. He kept his tongue against her, moving it ever so gently, ever so slightly, that somehow she couldn’t imagine not coming. The climax was inevitable and she was helpless to fight against it. She didn’t know how she’d be able to keep standing; her knees wobbled and she bent at the waist, holding him for support. God, that was amazing. Whatever he was doing.

  “Please...don’t stop,” she murmured, almost a prayer, as he consumed her, pushed her ever closer to the edge. He was going to take her there. Her heart thudded in her chest and she felt the blood rushing through her ears. Yes, don’t stop. Don’t—

  He pulled away and the cool air hit her.

  “Not yet,” he told her. “I’m going to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before. But. Not. Yet.”

  He pulled down her thong and she stepped out of it, clutching his shoulders, her brain spinning. She’d been so close, so very close, and now her pulse thudded between her legs, crying out for release. He’d built her up and then just at the moment she thought she’d topple over the edge he’d withdrawn. She felt her warm slickness between her thighs and the hard disappointment of thwarted desire. She wanted it all. Now.

  “Don’t worry,” he promised. “It’ll be worth the wait.”

  He stood then, never breaking eye contact as he unbuttoned his shirt and then pulled it over his head. The sight of miles of bare skin and muscle made her suck in her breath. She reached up to touch him, the slope of his chest hard beneath her fingers. He found her mouth again and she kissed him, roughly, tasting herself and ever so aware that she needed release. Her blood pounded in her veins for it, her heat beat madly.

  He walked her back to the bed, pants still on, and laid her down on it. She felt splayed, vulnerable, but ready. He dipped down, licking the inside of her thigh. She shivered, her pulse threading harder between her legs. She glanced up at him and his eyes met hers.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” she murmured, and he dipped down once more, tasting her again. She almost cried out. The feel of his smooth, wet tongue was amazing, and the little movements he made immediately ramped her up to nearly the edge. “God,” she muttered, grasping the sheets on his cabin bed in her fists.

  “God has nothing to do with this,” he growled, and then upped his strokes. Gently he probed her deepest parts with his finger, finding her most sensitive spot inside. She clenched her muscles around him, eager for more, as she clutched the sheets harder. Her body tensed with the coming climax as she arched her back, her instincts taking over, and then her whole being exploded with pleasure. She cried out and sank back into his sheets, heart racing, breath coming hard.

  “Told you it would be worth the wait.” Sebastian grinned, self-satisfied, but this time Gabriela didn’t mind the cockiness.

  “Your turn,” she said, determined to show him her skills. She sat up, him standing between her legs at the edge of the bed. She worked his fly, eager to set him free. Gabriela remembered the rumors about Sebastian, about his size. She wondered if they were true.

  Then, suddenly, she’d freed him of his cargo shorts and boxer briefs and his immense erectness stood before her.

  “Oh...my.” She’d heard the rumors and yet, here in front of her, he was so much larger than she c
ould’ve imagined. “I’ve never had one...”

  “Had one what?” His mouth quirked up in a knowing grin. So he knew about his size. He had to, right? Any locker room would tell him he was enormous.

  “Had one this big,” she admitted.

  He laughed a little, deep in his throat. “Don’t worry. He doesn’t bite.” He waggled himself a little, so his head bobbed up and down, and that made her laugh, too. “He’s friendly. Very friendly.”

  She thought she’d been around enough, but looking at Sebastian she realized how little she might still know about the male anatomy. He was huge. She cupped both hands around him, but they seemed small on him, comically small. Still, they did their best, working his shaft. He groaned and leaned forward, his massiveness before her like a dare. Could she take it all? Would she take it all?

  She wanted to. Oh, did she.

  She bent forward and licked his tip. He moaned again as she worked her tongue around him. That’s it. Want me. Want this. She could only get the tip of him in her mouth as she worked the rest with her hands, making him harder, ever harder. Somehow he got bigger.

  He moaned once more, leaning into her. Would he come, here in her mouth? He’d love that, she knew, his cum down her throat. But no, not this time. Not yet. She wanted to feel him inside her. Feel him filling her up. She’d have all of him. Gabriela withdrew, freeing him, and he groaned as the air hit his bareness.

  “Don’t stop,” he growled, almost a plea.