Chasing Temptation (Chasing Love 2)

“I um…” She stared at his mouth, breathing in his crisp scent of pine and all things masculine. Between him messing with her inner temperature and running into Finn while her brother all but threw a party, she was a frazzled mess of nerves. But where had her temper gone? Oh yeah, it had deflated when she looked at Sebastian’s hot gaze and perfect lips.

“I’m annoyed,” she finally managed.

“Oh?” His fingers trailed along her waist until landing on the button of her shorts. “Want to tell me why?”

She closed her eyes, struggling to find words as those fingers she’d become well acquainted with popped the button of her shorts open and pushed them down her legs until they were next to the apron on the ground.

“You,” she whispered. “You annoy me.”

“Hmmm…” He skimmed his thumb along her panties, then hooked it in the lacy band and tugged them off. “I’d prefer a different adjective when describing how I make you feel. Let’s see what I can do to make you happy with me.”

His cool palm gripped behind her knee, raising her leg and resting one foot on the case of beer. Her hands instantly flew out, clutching his chest to keep her balance. She may not have bottoms on, but she was still wearing her boots.

“I-I thought you liked control.”

He frowned. “I do.” He covered her hands with his and slid them up his hard chest until they reached his face. He kissed her palm. “But I also told you I want what I want, when I want. Don’t mistake my like of control to be a selfish endeavor.”

He slowly sank to his knees, the action causing her hands to go from his face to the top of his head as he knelt before her.

Pressing his nose against her inner thigh, he took a deep breath. “Fuck I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.”

Her whole body shook with anticipation as his lips brushed her skin. “Then why didn’t you stay with me last night?”

He glanced up at her. “Because sometimes anticipation is the best part.”

“And you control the anticipation,” she said, the truth hitting her. It wasn’t all black and white with him. Last night he was fierce, today he was flirty, but the end was the same.

He’s always in control.

This was definitely going to be more of a learning experience than she realized. Not just about sex, but about him. A snip of uncertainty crept in. Could she really keep up with him? She hoped so. Wanted to so badly, but that word from her past rang in her mind: vanilla. She didn’t want to be boring, didn’t want to be lacking. Not with him. Not ever again.

“Tell me,” he said, delivering kisses on her thigh as he continued to get closer to the spot that was dampening by the second. “Have you ever been eaten?”

She shook her head. “No.”

A mixture of a growl and a sigh came from low in his throat.

“I’m the first.” It wasn’t a question, rather a statement. But hearing it out loud made her blood pick up rhythm, and if she wasn’t mistaken, Sebastian’s too.

“Yes.”

“Then I should warn you…” He delivered one long lick between her folds, and her grip on his hair tightened. “I’m not going to eat you, I’m going to devour you.”

He sank his tongue deep, and she gasped, an instant tremor shooting through her body like a comet on the horizon.

With one arm threaded around her thigh, the other reached up and tugged down her tank top and bra, exposing one breast. He pinched her nipple, and she moaned loudly.

“Shhh, don’t want to get caught now do you? I’d have to stop.”

She folded her lips together in agreement. “Please don’t stop.”

With a wicked smile, he went back between her legs, only this time, he snaked that incredible tongue over her clit.

“Oh God,” she whispered between clenched teeth.

He flicked the sensitive spot over and over, then delved deep inside again to taste what he’d wrought from her.

“You’re like strawberries,” he muttered, then started the whole torturous routine over again.