"I want you to make you come," he added, "and we're not leaving here until I do."
"Sebastian!"
"Come on, show me how much you like this." Then he was back on her, his mouth engulfing her clit, his tongue lapping at it from beneath.
Cursing beneath her breath Amy rocked her hips, pleasure soaring through her. A few feet away from them was a door that could be opened at any moment. The thought made her edgy and hot. She glanced away, looking over her shoulder, but when she did it was worse still, because she saw them reflected in the mirror on the wall at her right hand side.
Mesmerized, she couldn't look away. Sebastian had his hand on her bottom, holding her in place against his mouth. Her body was so lewdly presented to the clothed man beneath her—the man who was hungrily eating her, with a bulging erection beneath his zipper. The image flicked some switch inside her, and her orgasm rolled in. She came in a dazzling rush, panting loudly and begging him to stop. But he didn't stop. Sebastian kept working her until the last shudder of release had coursed through her.
"There now," he said, "I don't know about you but I feel much better."
He stood up, and took her into his arms, where she wilted against him. He kissed her long and hard and she tasted herself in his mouth. It made her want more. When they drew apart she thought she might fall if he weren't holding her upright.
He grinned and slapped her on the bottom. "Aren't you dressed yet?"
She huffed a laugh, disbelieving.
"You do know anyone could walk in here and see you," he added.
"Sebastian!" She reached for the dress she'd left on the hook.
"Hey, I did what I could to help." His grin was wicked. Mercifully he stepped away, but he had his hands on his hips and was clearly intending to stand there and watch.
"I'll be a whole lot quicker if you wait outside."
He gave her a sad face.
"Please!"
With a salute he stepped away and returned to the gym to wait.
"Thankfully," she murmured beneath her breath. How was it he could make her act that way? She was simply unable to deny him because their connection was so erotically charged. I want him too much.
Her hands were still shaking, her senses racing, high on adrenaline and the rush of release. And yet she was primed for more. She wanted to look into his eyes while he was inside her, make love fast and dirty, then slow and gentle. She wanted to be held in his arms all night long. Conflicting emotions surged up in response to her meandering thoughts. Could she be in danger of falling for him, of wanting a heavier involvement?
It hadn't occurred to her something like that might happen when they'd first got involved. She'd wanted to keep it light. She wasn't sure what she wanted now. She felt possessive about him all of a sudden, but she tried to push the feeling away. An affair, that was w
hat they were having. Nothing more. He was a fabulous lover and he really knew how to turn her on and keep her satisfied. She just had to be cautious with her feelings about him.
Once she was dressed and had her heels on, she stuffed her gear in her locker and put on some lipstick. Her hair was still damp, but she was good to go. When she entered the gym he was reading a poster on the far wall. She took a moment to admire him. He was all hard, lean masculinity, the open collar of his white linen shirt emphasizing his rugged strength. He'd taken off his jacket and it was casually thrown over his shoulder. His sleeves were rolled up exposing his muscular forearms.
As if he'd felt her watching, he turned to her. When she joined him, he placed a small kiss on her forehead.
"Ready to go eat?" He slid one hand around her hips and his fingers idly moved the material of her dress in small circles. It sent darts of sensation shooting out from the point of contact. Her body was wired to his touch.
"Oh yes." She was ready to eat all right, she was ready to eat and then have him inside her. Desire soared in her blood—desire to have as much of Sebastian Armitage as she could while he was still around.
Chapter Ten
Amy leaned across the restaurant table to whisper conspiratorially. "I meant to tell you, you don't have to feel bad about Roger any more."
Sebastian stared across at her, curious about her remark. "I don’t?"
They were enjoying a coffee after their meal. He'd taken her to an exclusive West End place with an art deco theme. Whilst their conversation had been intriguing and had gone from memorable childhood experiences to the type of investigations that made the news, Sebastian hadn't been able to keep his mind off sex all evening. She looked so good, and he kept thinking about the way she'd looked in the changing room, undulating like a sex goddess. Not to mention the fact that every time a table came between them he had the urge to arrange her over it, with her skirt up and her knickers down.
She shook her head. "Janine, who I work with at the Women's Page, she went out on a date with him."
"Seriously?" That was a relief. "My conscience is salved." With one thing and another Sebastian had actually forgotten all about Roger Green, but it was good to know the guy had moved on. Fate had not been on Roger's side, which was lucky for Sebastian.