Kylie nodded and tugged that ruby red lip back between her teeth. Saint sicrisse. I held back a groan. She was so fucking hot, if she didn't have guys tripping over her left and right I would eat my custom made Bauer Supreme, handle and all. Or maybe she did, and she wasn’t interested. If that were true, it meant out of all the available men she had the opportunity to screw around with, she chose me. My semi continued to grow toward full hardness at the idea of being the only one to successfully seduce Kylie into shedding her inhibitions.
“I appreciate you telling me. Now,” I gave her a lopsided grin and ignored my steadily thickening dick, “since you aren’t fond of strangers, why don’t we go upstairs and get to know each other a little better?”
Kylie’s cheeks flushed and she glanced away, self-conscious. For that brief second, I swore she was hiding something from me.
Something big.
How intriguing. My naive little temptress had a secret.
The more time I spent with Kylie, the more addicted I became. I couldn't wait to peel back each new layer so I could slowly discover what made her tick.
Fuck.
I was in big trouble.
Kylie
I had no idea why I agreed to meet Seb. I mean, I did know, kind of. Obviously, I had a screw or two loose.
“Want something to drink?”
In the foyer of the luxury suite, high up in the W Hotel, Seb took my coat and hung it on an old-fashioned coat tree. Then he stalked—it’s the only way I can describe it—toward me. His eyes sparked with mischief and his wicked grin made my stomach do flips.
The Sebastien St. Clair. With me. In his home. Yeah, screws loose or not, he was the reason I decided to step so far out of my comfort zone—a detrimental to my mental health, Rocco coronary-inducing, devastatingly sexy reason.
The entire situation—when one took into consideration the fact that Seb was hands down the absolute worst choice in bed partners, oh, and don’t forget Rocco hated his guts and probably wanted to punch him whenever Seb was near—was a disaster in the making. Of course, all of that was why I couldn't bring myself to walk away. The danger of being discovered by Rocco, combined with the fact that Seb tying me up was the hottest thing to ever happen to me, had me hooked. Seb was heroin and I was the junkie who craved my next hit. I knew full well he was bad for me, yet I knew I would keep going back for more, until he either destroyed me or I OD’d.
“Well?”
I startled out of my thoughts. Right. Seb. Waiting. Drink.
“Um, a drink would be great. Thanks.”
Seb’s gaze fell to my mouth. He licked his lips and stared them as if he wanted to devour me. Tiny flickers of electricity crackled along my skin and my heart skipped a beat or two. Yeah, I could use a drink. Or four. A little alcohol would go a long way toward helping me relax, then, at the very least, I wouldn’t make a complete fool of myself and jump Seb’s bones in his foyer.
Without thinking, I mimicked his actions and moistened my lips. Seb’s pupils expanded and his breath hitched. My muscles clenched with anticipation at the sound. Oh god. Jumping his bones in the foyer was sounding better and better. Thankfully, by the time I began to mentally peel off his clothes, Seb had wandered deeper into the condo and missed my needy expression.
“Coming right up.” His husky tone shot straight to my groin. As Seb circled around a gorgeous granite-topped island, I squeezed my thighs together to relieve some of the aching need. It didn’t work.
On the other side of the island, Seb reached up and removed two glasses from an overhead cabinet. In doing so, his T-shirt hiked up to expose a slice of hard, tan, deeply grooved abdominal muscles, and my mouth watered at the sight. Would Seb fuck me on the island? Stand between my splayed thighs and pound into me until I screamed?
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.” I tried to hide my face, cheeks burning from the impromptu fantasy. Seb gave me a look, but thankfully didn’t ask.
Not willing to chance saying something dumb and make an even bigger fool of myself, I lifted the glass, tipped it back, and swallowed the contents in one go. Big mistake. My eyes watered as an unholy blast of hellfire ripped down my throat, and back up again. It felt like someone took a blowtorch to my esophagus. In between sputtering coughs, I heard Seb chuckle.
“You do realize Scotch is meant to be sipped.”
I wiped the tears out of my eyes and glanced up from my fiery hacking fit in time to see Seb hold up his glass. Then, in complete contradiction to what he said, with a flick of his wrist, every last drop of the amber liquid disappeared down that gorgeous throat. My lusty gaze locked onto Seb’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed, and I stifled a moan. He caught me staring and smirked.
“I didn't want you to be lonely.”
Lonely. How Seb made that word sound like an invitation for sex, I didn’t know, but he did. A fresh burst of desire rippled down my spine and I my attention snapped to his bright blue gaze. Seb’s hunger was obvious, his eyes dark and hooded as he stared at my mouth again. My fingers tightened around the glass.
Blistering heat—whether from the alcohol or the way Seb was undressing me with his eyes—spread through my veins. Every beat of my heart stoked the flames hotter and hotter until I was consumed by the passionate inferno. A sudden, desperate need to have Seb’s hands on my sweltering skin pushed me into action.
I arranged my mouth into what I hoped looked like a sexy pout and, feigning confidence I didn’t feel, I put down the empty tumbler and flattened my palms on the cool stone surface. I studied Seb’s lips and, since it worked before, slowly licked mine.