More Wicked Alphas, Wilder Nights: Sizzling Collection of Paranormal Romance (Wicked Alphas, Wild Nights Book 5) (11 page)

“It’s so quiet in here.” Lacey suddenly felt nervous again, like she was about to be gauche or awkward. “Is it always this quiet?”

Sebastian finally released her waist from the hot embrace of his hand. It felt like a wrenching coldness when he stepped away. Lacey couldn’t help the little sound of protest. Instantly stopping, Sebastian gave her a long, scrutinizing look. His eyes seemed brighter than ever, much more green than usual. They captivated her with their light.

“Soundproof,” he murmured. His hands went to his tie, loosening it enough that he could undo it completely, slipping it from his neck in a mesmerizing action. “And fireproof,” now he shrugged out of his jacket as her mouth slowly began to drop, “waterproof,” button by button, he undid the gorgeous vest and let it fall to the floor in a crumple of expensive tailoring, “and bomb-proof.”

His long, strong fingers went to the buttons of his white, button-down formal shirt, undoing each one with a slow deliberateness that jacked up Lacey’s heart rate to what she thought might be similar to that of a rabbit’s. Staring at the gorgeous man stripping in front of her, Lacey blinked and swayed as the blinding heat rushed through her again. Her limbs felt heavy with desire yet electrified at the same time.

“I have extremely valuable items in here that do not have the luxury of round-the-clock guards as do the main premises. This room is the most secure non-public space on the entire grounds. Lacey,” he added in low, aching tone. His voice positively feasted on her first name, rolling it around in his mouth as if he could taste it. Then he reached the last button the shirt. With a rough tug, he pulled it off and tossed it to the floor.

Oh. My. God. Sebastian Bernal was a thing of sheer male perfection. Sculpted abs, pecs with taut nipples that just screamed for her hands to reach out and touch, a six-pack to die for, and muscled arms that turned her on to a degree she hadn’t realized was possible.

Feeling wobbly and beautifully lightheaded, Lacey took a step back, then another. Right into the wall beside the door. Sebastian came closer, that gorgeous, hard body wreaking complete havoc with her generally well-ordered mind. She knew her mouth was hanging wide open. That she was breathing so fast she feared she might pop the zipper on the back of the dress.

“I—wow,” she managed to get out. It was lucky that by this point she was so hazed by lust that she couldn’t be embarrassed by her shallow, definitely gauche appreciation. “Mr. Bernal, I didn’t—”

Her voice caught in her throat when he reached out his arm to place a hand on the wall next to her head and leaned in close to her. She felt that damn swooning thing about to happen again, only this time, her resistance to it was failing. His half-naked proximity to her pretty much short-circuited everything in her brain while also bringing everything in her body roaring to a fiery, wild awareness of itself that she had never before felt.

His voice, low and soft but still commanding, washed over her. “I know the way I can make you feel is undeniable. You proved that to me the other night.” With his other hand, he reached out and very gently touched his finger to her cheek, slowly drawing it down to her jawline just beneath her lower lip. Lacey trembled from head to toe, the furnace of heat centered between her legs spreading to every other part of her body as his finger began to trace the outline of her lip. A tremor of need shivered its way through her as she barely restrained a moan.

“And I know that I want you so badly I can hardly think.” His voice roughened with his desire. She was absolutely certain he was telling the truth. “I can’t get you out of my head. These lips,” slowly, the thumb tracing her lip edged into the corner of her mouth, where it carefully, gently ran along the inside of her lower lip, “your skin,” his other fingers reached around to cup the other side of her face, “the way you smell like lilies, and sweet oranges, and rainfall in the spring.”

Lacey’s skin raced in uncontrollable pleasure where he touched her. She knew all reason was about to leave her. The wild glint in his eye made a promise to her that she desperately wanted to agree to. He slowly ran his hand down to her neck, causing a stampede of tingles throughout her entire body, then back up again to her cheek.

She was still supposed to be noting their professional relationship, though, she thought vaguely. Something like that, yes?

“Mr. Bernal,” she began in a whisper.

He shook his head. “Sebastian.” Hearing him say his own name in that low, dark voice filled with need had Lacey swaying on her feet again. “When we are alone, my name is Sebastian.”

Oh, holy…. She was done for.

“Sebastian,” she tried out, her voice seeming loud in the still room. “Sebastian,” she said again, more slowly. Oh, yes. She really liked saying his name.

But there was something else she should be thinking of. Ah. Right. “The security cameras.”

One corner of his mouth very slowly edged up into a dangerous, thoroughly panty-wetting grin. Lacey swallowed as her pulse slammed to some primal tempo she could almost hear in her head.

“This will not be recorded, Lacey.” His voice was practically a growl. “I already had both the camera in the hallway and this office turned off.”

Lusty haze somewhat clearing, she lowered her eyebrows. “Really? You were that sure of my response?” Despite her challenge, her voice was uneven from her ragged breathing.

His thumb dragged along her bottom lip again, very gently pulling it out. Lacey’s breath whooshed out of her completely. She suddenly didn’t give a damn if they were cameras zoomed in on them from every angle.

“I was sure of the fact that you want me as badly as I want you.” The molten words kissed the air by her ears, sending scorching little darts straight down between her wobbly legs. “I was sure of the fact that neither of us would want there to ever be any sort of public evidence of what happens here. This is between you and me, Lacey. This” and he said the word so fiercely the little hairs on the back of her neck stood up, “is ours. We belong to no one else.” He seemed almost surprised by his own vehemence, but the desire wafting from him didn’t lessen one iota.

We.
 That word snagged on Lacey’s remaining rational consciousness, but she pushed it away. Sizzles were zipping throughout her body. Sebastian still gently held her lip in his fingers, although not a single other part of him touched her. Gently releasing her lip, he put his entire hand beneath her chin to gently tip it up. He was easily half a foot taller than her, and so broad in  the shoulders she literally couldn’t see behind him.

It made her feel—protected.

Possessed.

“Lacey.” His hazel-green eyes seemed even brighter now, as if he were lit from within by the same fire she felt crackling inside her. Desperate to get out and explode into white hot flames. “Say my name again. I need to hear you say my name again.”

His other hand moved off the wall and slipped behind her head, his fingers very gently threading through her hair. Heart thumping erratically, body primed to an attention that she instinctively knew he would know exactly how to soothe, Lacey nodded. She sighed out, “Sebastian. This may be the craziest thing I’ve ever done, but yes. I want this,” she whispered, reaching up to curve her hands up behind his neck.

A groan ripped out of him. The sound was so filled with sheer relief that Lacey’s knees actually did buckle. He caught her up and gently crushed her to his chest, murmuring back, “As you wish, my sexy as hell beauty,” before finally, thank god, taking her lips with his own in a ravaging kiss that knocked her sideways and inside out with the intensity of it.

She was definitely a goner.

***

Sebastian’s thoughts turned into fiery, nonsensical bolts of stunned blankness as his lips touched Lacey’s. Her sweet, decadent taste exploded in his mouth. He didn’t have to ask how aroused she was. The pliable sensation of her body as she pressed her exquisite breasts into his chest, the heat he could feel pulsing off her, told him she was already wet for him.

Waiting for him to touch her everywhere.

He pulled back just enough to murmur, “Not wasting another second.” With that, he easily hoisted her up into his arms despite her small gasp of surprise, heading straight to his enormous dark cherry oak desk. Setting her gently onto the edge of it, he stepped back from. Her eyes were wide, that gorgeous flush still coloring her features, as she watched him quickly shuck off every single last bit of clothing.

Stepping away from his pants, he let her take a long look. He was completely hard, his cock boldly jutting away from his body. Lacey’s mouth, plump and luscious from the rough kiss he laid upon it, was open.

“Holy…wow,” was all she seemed able to manage. The dark marine of her eyes fixated on his cock, which both amused and pleased him tremendously.

“This is what you’ve created in me tonight. This is how you’ve been making me feel, Lacey.” His voice was low. Utterly honest. He felt his dragon beating at his mind with his wings, demanding to swoop in and claim her. Jaw tightening as he fought himself, Sebastian forced himself to stand still for Lacey’s gratifyingly fascinated inspection.

Slowly, so slowly, she looked back up, letting her gaze travel in leisurely, utterly appreciative manner along his body all the way back up to his eyes.

Sebastian felt something lurch oddly inside him at the sudden gravity in her stare. The utter seriousness he saw there was balanced with a reverence for not only him, but this moment. Eyes locked together, a very long beat passed, then another, with the two of them not saying a word as something deep, wild, and genuine leaped between them.

Inside, Sebastian’s dragon struggled for release.

Barely restraining himself, Sebastian managed to step to her side without simply ripping off her clothes and feasting on her lusciousness. Her captivating scent, inches away, threatened to overwhelm him. Quietly, he ordered, “Take your clothes off, Lacey. I want to see that gorgeous body of yours as naked as mine.”

She inhaled hard at that. By the rapid pulse he could sense throbbing in her neck, he knew sheer arousal roared through her as much as it did him. With only slightly shaking hands, she obeyed. Within moments, her very pretty dress lay in a neat pile on the desk, topped by her outrageously sexy pale pink bra and panties. Almost shyly, she looked back up at him. The luminous depths of her eyes caught at him again, tugging him down into something deep that might drown him if he wasn’t careful.

Voice rough, he said, “You’re stunning, Lacey. Now. Turn around and hold onto the desk.”

That took her off guard. Her eyes widened. “I—what?” Even so, he heard the ragged cadence beneath her words. A deep craving still brimmed there, blazing with heat.

Then her tongue slipped out, just touching one corner of her mouth as she stared at him in flustered yet still obvious arousal. Sebastian’s control slipped over the edge. “I had a vision of bending you over my desk, beautiful.” His voice slipped into the same raggedness as hers. “If you don’t want to do that, we won’t. But something,” and he leaned forward just enough to slide his tongue up her neck, eliciting a gasping little cry, “tells me you sure as hell want to do that.”

Half panting now, Lacey looked at him for a long moment. Then, very slowly but with absolute certainty in her movements, she turned around so that her beautiful ass pushed against him as she leaned herself forward over his desk, bending from her waist. Turning her head to one side, she rested her cheek on the gleaming dark blood-red surface, looking at him with a sensual, increasingly excited gaze that invited him in. Tendrils of blonde hair curled onto her neck from the upsweep hairdo still pinned to her head.

Very carefully, Sebastian reached down to the thick, shiny mass and loosened the pins until all her hair fell free, flowing down. He brushed it all to one side, then slowly slid one hand from the base of her neck all the way down her bare back, lightly running his fingers over the bumps of her spine. Accompanied by her uneven breaths and eager little sounds coming low from her throat, he let his fingers reach the sweet, soft roundness of her ass, open before him without shame or fear.

Vulnerable. Willing.

His.

Even more carefully, still slowly, he dipped a finger down the soft crack, curving around until he found the wet, welcoming heat of her sweet pussy he so desperately craved. She was already soaked, just as ready for him as he was for her. He was so damned hard he thought he might injure something if he didn’t get inside her soon.

“Oh, god, yes.” The breath hissed out of Lacey as Sebastian’s finger delved deep inside her, curling in and out in a beckoning motion. A crass word slipped out of her in a long, keening moan as he inserted a second finger, feeling inside her lush softness as if he’d never before touched a woman there. “Please,” she panted, thrusting back against him. “Please yes, just like that. Sebastian, please,” and she told him in a low, sexy growl how she wanted it.

Somehow, he’d known it would be like this with her. Hot, dirty, and unflinchingly honest. Leaning down so that his breath would tickle against her ear, he murmured, “I like hearing that pretty mouth talk like that, Lacey. Now,” and he reached down with his other hand to gently urge her to spread her legs open, which she did so quickly it made a satisfied smile flash across his face, “let’s see what I can do here.”

Grasping her full, graceful hips with both hands, he paused for another moment just to look at her face. Still nestled against the smooth surface of the desk, it was flushed. Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip, about making his head spin with how damned erotic that looked. Those dark blue eyes of hers, now a blueberry-black shade from her arousal, tracked his as he reached down to position himself right at her beautifully plumped out pink folds. Feeling his dragon roaring through him, Sebastian watched her face as he slowly slid his aching hard cock deep inside her.

“Ah,” she gasped, pushing back hard against him so that the base of his shaft snugged right up against her. Her fingers clenched hard on the deep edges of the heavy desk, her back bowing into an unintentionally seductive little curve as she pressed her hips back against his.