Oh my god, he kissed like he’d taken a master class in it. Like she imagined a man who was dying for her would kiss. She hadn’t allowed herself to dream about being kissed like this.
And now, with Sebastian . . .
Her brain short-circuited as his hand on her hip dragged her even closer. She went without a fight, her body overriding her brain’s sudden warning that this was getting out of hand.
Her arms stiffened, ready to push him away, but his next move wiped everything but her lust out of her mind.
He dragged her over his lap, her knees falling on either side of his hips and his hands pressing her down until the sensitive and throbbing flesh between her thighs came into contact with the ridge behind his zipper.
Hard. Hot. Huge.
Her hips moved of their own volition, pressing her pussy against his cock, seeking relief from the burning ache.
Sebastian moaned, a low, deep sound she heard over the music. She released him then, her hands moving to his shoulders before sinking into his hair. She secretly loved his hair, and had wondered, more than once, if it was as silky soft as it looked. It was long enough for his bangs to hang in his eyes and brush the collar of his shirt. Long enough for her fingers to wind in the strands, making it clear that he wasn’t going to get away unless she allowed it.
And she didn’t want to let him go. Her fingers tightened at the mere thought.
He moaned again and pulled away to suck in a breath. She drew in air as well, her eyes barely fluttering open before he sealed their lips together again.
And now she did feel like she was drowning, her body sinking under the force of his desire.
Cupping her ass in both hands, he dragged her even closer.
She moaned as the pressure of her clit on his zipper both alleviated the ache and intensified it. Her body shook as lust burned through every nerve ending. She didn’t orgasm but she came damn close. And if she allowed him to continue, she would.
She couldn’t let him. She needed to get up and put some distance between them.
Her body had other plans, though. Her hips began a slow grind against his erection, finding a rhythm she had no context for.
No other man she’d slept with had had this effect on her. They hadn’t made her want to grab their pants and rip them off so she could take their cocks in hand and make them harder. To stroke them until they came all over. Or have them throw her on her back and fuck her right here, right now.
If she and Baz spread out on this couch, no one would be able to see them—
Oh my god.
She froze, went so still Sebastian noticed almost immediately.
Pulling back just far enough to see her eyes, Sebastian stared at her, sexual intent clear in his gaze. A heat so fierce, she shivered in the face of it. Her pussy clenched, the ache spreading outward until she was practically consumed by it.
She felt like she couldn’t breathe. The heat rolling off him enticed her to wrap herself around him again. To throw the rest of her sanity and caution to the wind and let him continue to seduce her right out of her dress.
Why not? What could it hurt? The man certainly has sex down to an art.
And just the fact that she was considering it made her shake her head.
No. God, no. She couldn’t. He didn’t fit into her plan. The plan where she made her first million by the time she was thirty and established a name for herself in the film business and showed everyone back home that she wasn’t crazy for leaving Nebraska to work in Hollywood.
“Jesus, Tru, I can practically see the gears working in your brain. Shut it down. For five fucking minutes, shut it down.”
Then he shoved his one hand through her hair again and tugged her back against him.
This time, she should’ve been ready for him. She should’ve put her hands on his shoulders and held him at arm’s length.
Did she?
His mouth sealed over hers again and she felt a momentary relief that he hadn’t let her half-hearted attempt to stop him work.
This time though, his kiss was less devouring and way more enticing.
He took his time now, explored her lips with less aggression and more finesse. If he hadn’t managed to seduce her before, he certainly was now.
His tongue didn’t lash at hers. He caressed. Played. Enticed.
And she fell for it. For him. All rational thought fled as he slipped the hand still on her ass around to her thigh. He petted her through her dress. Slow strokes that lulled her into leaning farther into him. And then his hand moved beneath the hem of her skirt.
His fingers landed on top of her thigh. At first he made non-threatening glides with his palm from midthigh to her knee.
But then he went back up. And each time, he moved a little higher, until his fingertips brushed against her underwear.
Now she froze but for only a moment because he kissed her deeper, harder, stealing her breath as he slid his fingers beneath the silk.
Yes, please. More.
She wanted him to touch her, and yet she knew he shouldn’t. They’d crossed a line and were about to fall over the cliff.
She stilled, the rational part of her brain trying to gain the upper hand.
He pressed on. And she let him. Because she didn’t want him to stop.
His fingers brushed her mound and arrowed straight for her clit. She almost cried out when he finally touched the tiny bundle of nerves. Moving his finger in circles against the already sensitized bud, he caused shafts of heat to spike through her body. Her back bowed as she pressed her mound harder against his hand, blindly wanting more from him.
He gave it to her, increasing his speed and twisting his hand until the heel of his palm pressed against her clit and his fingers pushed between her folds and inside.
She instinctively stiffened.
And he pressed farther into her, stroking his fingers against her inner walls, making her whimper.
Her body responded with a renewed surge of desire. Sebastian groaned low in his chest as her moisture spilled over his fingers.
Gasping as he abruptly ended their kiss, she had a moment to blink up at him before he lowered his mouth to press hot kisses along her jaw to her ear, where he bit her lobe hard enough to make her flinch. Which only added to the pleasure of his fingers pumping into her and his thumb circling her clit.
Her building orgasm remained just out of reach, probably because of her confusion over how she’d ended up here. If she could just stop and think about this for a minute, she’d realize—
His mouth paused to suck at the sensitive skin at her collar bared by her dress just as his fingers stroked high inside her.
She came, her body jerking with the force of it. Burying her face in his neck, she moaned, the sound swallowed by the music. But Sebastian obviously felt the contractions around his fingers and worked her until she could barely breathe.
Her body yearned toward another release.
No. She couldn’t. Not again.
The first time had been bad enough. Which meant it had been too good.
And would he expect her to reciprocate now?
Panic reared up.
She had to leave. Now. She had to get out of here. She’d totally ruined their professional relationship. Not him. She didn’t blame him for any of this. He was a guy. Guys were horny and always looking to score.
She was the one who should’ve put a stop to this immediately.
“Tru. Hey. Are you okay?”
She barely heard him as his fingers slipped from her body, making her shudder. His arm wrapped around her shoulders as if he realized she was about to bolt.
She was. She had to. She had to get out of there.
He nuzzled her, his nose rubbing against her cheek. The gesture so sweet she wanted to melt right back into his arms.
“No.”
He stilled, his breath warm against her cheek.
“No, I . . . can’t. I have to go.”
She pushed away from him, taking him off guard enough that he released her. Scrambling to her feet, she found her purse on the cushion next to him and grabbed it.