He stands and comes to me in one movement. He pours himself a glass of champagne and then taps his glass with mine. “I think you have that the wrong way around… Cartier.” He takes a slow sip.
“My name is April.”
“Is it? Because I was introduced to you as Cartier.”
“See?” I bark. “You’re doing it again. Fucking with my head.”
He chuckles and sips his champagne.
He thinks this is funny.
“Please leave.” I turn my back to him. “I wanted to talk to you this morning and you didn’t want any of it, so don’t show up here now demanding sex.”
“Have I mentioned sex?”
I spin back toward him. “I believe your words were: any wet pussy will do.”
Amusement flashes across his face. “I may have been a bit ? ,” he pauses as if searching for the right word. “Aggravated last time I saw you. My apologies if I ruffled your feathers.”
“You were an asshole.”
“I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“But you were here.”
He sips his champagne as his eyes hold mine. “As a means to an end.”
“Oh, you mean… my means on your end.”
“Don’t be crass.”
I lean closer. “I’ll be whatever I fucking like, Mr. Garcia,” I whisper.
We stare at each other as the air crackles between us, and damn it, it’s there again… the temptation to have angry sex with this man.
Fucked up, hot, and toe-curling pleasure. The kind that you only dream about.
“Why did you leave in a rush the other night?” I ask.
He stays silent.
I shake of my head. “Go home, Sebastian.” I sigh. “I’m not playing your mind games. I’m twenty-five, not twelve.”
“Regardless of your age, you’re too young for me.” He lifts his glass, and I watch his tongue dart out and swipe across his bottom lip.
I feel a throb between my legs.
“I know that.”
He raises an eyebrow as if surprised by my answer.
“Maybe I am too young for you… which is a shame,” I add.
“Why?”
“Because you were the first man I’d ever slept with.”
A confused frown creases his brow.
“I’d slept with little boys before, but never a man, and it was pretty fucking perfect… until you ruined it.”
His jaw clenches, our eyes are locked, and damn, if he isn’t the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life. Tall, dark and dangerous, the kind out of romance novels.
He steps toward me and cups my face. “You thought it was perfect.” He dusts his thumb over my bottom lip, and his eyes search mine.
“You know it was—.”
He cuts me off with a kiss. His lips take mine, and his tongue dances seductively in my mouth.
My toes curl. Damn it, the way he kisses. It’s just so. . .
“We’re no good for each other, Sebastian,” I murmur against his lips.
He takes my face in both hands. “I know. So, let’s be bad for each other instead.
Something snaps inside of me.
I bring my hands to the back of his head, and I kiss him back with everything I have. Our kiss turns desperate. We lose control and turn into animals. I’ve never had a sexual attraction like this to anyone. It’s uncontrollable. Kissing this man is the very last thing I should be doing, but hell, I can’t stop.
“Naked,” he growls. “I need you fucking naked.”
I tear his suit jacket off his shoulders and throw it to the side. I get to work on his shirt buttons. I need him naked.
His lips find my neck, and he runs his teeth down it. I feel like I’m about to combust and am filled with urgency as I struggle with his pants. The button finally breaks free, and I pull his pants down in one sharp movement.
His hard cock springs free. Pre-ejaculate is already beading on its end, and my insides turn to jelly. He puts me over his shoulder and marches up the hallway, the room passing me by upside down.
When we get to the bedroom, he slowly slides me down his body until I’m standing before him.
His eyes close, and his lips press against mine. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” he whispers.
Taking his face in my hands, I kiss him, our tongues dancing together for a long time.
He reaches around and works the zipper of my dress before he takes it off. I stand before him in pale pink lace underwear. His eyes darken as he drinks me in.
He licks my shoulder with his thick tongue. Goosebumps scatter, and I shudder at the mere sight of him.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“You,” I breathe. He lifts my behind, bringing me up against his erection. “All of you,” I pant, curling my leg around his hip.
He stops and steps back from me. As his chest rises and falls and he struggles for air, he takes my bra off, and then he takes my erect nipple into his mouth. He bites it, and I cry out. There’s just the right amount of pain mixed in with pleasure. His hands slide down my panties, and he lifts one of my legs to the bed. His fingers explore my sex while he continues to suck on my nipple. He slides three large fingers deep inside my sex, and my head tips back.