Restless Billionaire (5 page)

 
          
But
it wasn’t; it was having an even more incendiary effect on his blood. Aneesa
was looking at his mouth, her lips parting, eyes glowing like dark jewels, and
he couldn’t resist—he had to taste her, touch her.
Kiss her
.

 
          
Abruptly
Aneesa tried to back away, the sudden dawning of realisation in her eyes, and
her cheeks flushing with what had to be embarrassment.
Registering
her emotion made Sebastian feel inordinately protective.
He reached for
her and captured her easily, spanning two hands around her slim waist, bare under
the drape of the sari, her skin satin soft.

 
          
Gently,
yet with unmistakable remorselessness, he pulled her towards him and bent his
head. Never before had he been so achingly aware of every small move, the
delicious anticipation of kissing a woman for the first time.

 
          
Aneesa
was powerless to resist Sebastian’s attraction. When he’d pulled her closer he
had looked as if he wanted to consume her whole, and fire exploded along every
vein in her body.

 
          
His
mouth was so close now … Aneesa could feel her eyes flutter closed, the
intensity of feelings within her almost unbearable. And then their breaths
mingled, his firm mouth touched hers and she was lost in a heady world of
sensation that obliterated all the pain and turmoil as effectively as if she’d
just lost her memory.

 
          
The
kiss started off slow and gentle, a sensual exploration that made her tremble
all over. Sebastian’s hands moved up from her waist to hold her head loosely,
fingers caressing her skull. She could feel her already unravelling hair coming
loose.

 
          
He
coaxed her lips apart and when she felt his tongue explore her open mouth to
touch her tongue in an intimate caress, she gasped and fresh heat flooded into
her belly, making her press her legs together when a pulse throbbed between
them.

 
          
In
a heartbeat the kiss became something much more primal and urgent. Sebastian
struggled to hold back, but soon they were hurtling towards the brink of losing
all control, faster than anything he’d experienced before.

 
          
Suddenly
Aneesa wrenched her mouth away and surged back in Sebastian’s arms, cheeks high
with colour. He could feel the jerky breaths making her chest rise and fall
enticingly, and he knew that she had no idea how utterly sensual she was … and
to think that her husband would not have appreciated
this
?

 
          
As
he stood on the precipice of making a momentous decision—for there was no way
he was letting Aneesa leave him now—he felt acutely vulnerable.
For the first time someone stood before him and didn’t see the
infamous Sebastian Wolfe of the scandalous Wolfe family.
Nor the multimillionaire.
She didn’t know his history. She
had no expectation of him.

 
          
It
had been a long time since anyone had shown any vulnerability in front of him.
Women wanted him because he presented a pleasing physical package but more for
his link to notoriety and his huge fortune.

 
          
Even
his own mother hadn’t recognised him as her firstborn son since he’d been a
child, due to her debilitating mental illness. She still, to this day, whenever
she saw him, assumed he was her beloved Nathaniel, Sebastian’s younger and only
full-blood brother.
The fact that she didn’t recognise his
brother either and hadn’t for years, despite her obsession with him, offered
little comfort.
Sebastian had ceased to exist for her long ago.

 
          
He’d
seen his mother only two days before, in the UK, and even though he expected
nothing less after all these years, it still hurt each time to be reminded that
she’d chosen to favour another over him.

 
          
So
to have this woman look at him now and really see
him
, and want him for just who he was as a man, as Sebastian, was
heady. For a long time desire had been largely an intellectual thing for him;
he couldn’t remember the last time he’d responded with such base carnality to
any woman.

 
          
His
hands tightened fractionally on her waist and to his intense satisfaction he
saw her eyes dilate and the pulse at the base of her throat beat frantically.
Her cheeks were still flushed. He had to bite back a groan of pure need. He
took a breath and surprised himself by saying, ‘I don’t know you … yet I feel
as if I’ve known you forever….’

 
          
Aneesa
melted inside and felt a tremor run through her. She couldn’t break her gaze
from his and just said huskily, ‘I know … me too. It’s … crazy.’

 
          
He
lifted a hand to twine a loose tendril of long glossy hair around a finger and
tugged her gently towards him. Aneesa all but fell back into his arms, and
looked up, helpless to resist this vortex that was sucking them under.

 
          
His
eyes were mesmerising, hypnotising. So when he said, ‘I’d like you to stay with
me tonight … let me give you the experience you’ve been denied …’ her heart
stopped for an infinitesimal moment.

 
          
ANEESA
could barely breathe as it was, especially with his big hand on her waist. She’d
been drenched in mortification ever since she’d so boldly all but begged him to
kiss her. Even now she burned. But in truth, ever since she’d seen him in the
shadows earlier, on some level she’d wished for this moment, not even knowing
that she’d see him again. Not even knowing what she’d really wanted. And what
she wanted now, with a fierce need, was
him
.

 
          
‘I
…’ she began, and stopped. Was she really going to do this? Just throw caution
to the wind? He subtly moved her so that her body was flush with his, so that
she could feel his thighs against hers through the material of their clothes.
When she felt a hard ridge she blushed even fiercer.

 
          
She
stalled, trying with a desperate feeling of futility to cling onto some kind of
sanity. ‘I don’t even know you….’ An insidious suspicion struck her and she
pulled back slightly. ‘Do you do this often? I mean, it’s easy for you to just
offer to take women to bed like this?’

 
          
He quirked a smile, a devastating smile.
‘I’ve never before
met a woman and wanted her so badly that I’ve been aching to take her to bed
within minutes of meeting her. Trust me. And trust that what’s happening
between us isn’t usual for me on any level. Or, I think,
you
.’

 
          
Sebastian
realised the import of what he was saying. It was true. He’d never been so overcome
with a desire to bed a woman that he hadn’t been able to take her out one night
and then seduce her the next, but here now with Aneesa … there was an urgency
in his body he’d never felt before. It made him feel vulnerable enough to make
boundaries clear from the outset. ‘What I’m proposing is that we have just this
one night, where we can act on this desire. Explore it to its fullness. And you
… can have your wedding night, not as you planned it … but in your own way.’

 
          
Aneesa
looked at him and tried very hard to be rational. ‘You’re not just doing this
out of pity?’

 
          
He
smiled again and there was a touch of pain to it. He pulled her even closer so
that now she could be in no doubt as to the extent of his arousal. She almost
groaned aloud, a liquid heat invading her lower body, making her tremble.

 
          
‘Does
that feel like pity to you?’

 
          
She
shook her head dumbly, incapable of speech.

 
          
‘I
wanted you from the moment I saw you arrive in that courtyard—that’s the truth.
Your fiancé used you to suit
his own
ends … but you
are an extremely desirable woman.’

 
          
He
was effortlessly honing in on the insecurity she’d felt about herself as a
woman for as long as Jamal had avoided making love to her. ‘I saw you in the
shadows—I thought of you … just before I decided to run….’

 
          
His
hands moved up from her waist, brushing the sides of her breasts until he
cradled her jaw, fingers tunnelling through her unravelling hair, caressing her
skull.

 
          
This
was right. She felt it in every bone of her body. The primal urge to mate with
this
man was almost overwhelming. She
wanted
him to be her first lover. She
was meant to be here with him, tonight. And in the days and weeks to come when
she would have to deal with the consequences of her actions, she would be able
to hug this secret moment to herself. Tonight would be the oasis in the storm
to come. This was her chance to become a woman with a man who truly desired her—
on what should have been her wedding night
—and
she wanted that experience more than she’d wanted anything in her life.

 
          
‘I
want you to make love to me, Sebastian.
Just for tonight.’

 
          
He
bent his head and came closer. Aneesa’s heart threatened to jump out of her
chest, and just before his mouth met hers again he said, ‘Just one night …’

 
          
She
nodded her head. How could she explain to him that if her family found out
about this on top of what she’d just done she might as well
emigrate
to Alaska forever? Anything beyond tonight was not an option and she knew that.

 
          
The
kiss, like last time, started slow and gentle. But any restraint or gentleness
fast disappeared in an escalating mutual fire of need. Aneesa blindly took
Sebastian’s lead and their tongues duelled in a heady dance. Her hands were on
his chest, ostensibly to cling onto something solid, but now they wound up and
around his neck, bringing her into even more intimate contact with his lean
body.

 
          
With
a muffled groan that resonated right down to her toes, Sebastian’s hands
slipped down her back, skimming over the curves of her waist and hips, to cup
her bottom and pull her into him even more. Her breasts were flattened against
his chest, nipples chafing against her tight bodice.

 
          
When
she felt the thrusting force of his arousal at the apex of her legs she broke
away, breathing harshly.

 
          
Sebastian’s
face was flushed, eyes
glittering
a dark blue.
Throatily he said, ‘Aneesa, I know what we just said, but if you want to stop …
just say the word.’

 
          
Everything
in her rejected that thought. She’d been living behind a façade of her own
making for so long and suddenly things felt clear and bright for the first time
in her life. She shook her head fiercely. ‘No … I don’t want you to stop. Don’t
ever stop.’

 
          
In
a tender gesture that made her heart flutter, he smoothed back some hair from
her brow. ‘Why don’t we go somewhere more comfortable?’

 
          
She
nodded and, taking her hand, Sebastian led her towards the bedrooms. That
clarity hit Aneesa as they walked through the quiet and darkened suite—the
magnitude of what she was about to do … and yet she knew this was what she
wanted.

 
          
In
all honesty she had no idea what the immediate future held for her now, and
this
moment in time was something she
had control over. Sebastian pushed open a door and they stepped in. Aneesa saw
a huge room with floor-to-ceiling windows which looked out over a glittering
night-time Mumbai. And then she saw the massive bed in the middle of the room.
Her heart tripped once and then took up an unsteady beat.

 
          
He
let her go briefly to turn on a lamp and it threw out a seductively low light,
bathing the room in shadows and burnishing Sebastian with a kind of golden
glow. Before she had time to think too much he was back, right in front of her
and leading her close to the bed.

 
          
Gently
he turned her around so that her back was to his chest. She felt him start to
unbraid her hair and she dropped her head with a delicious shiver skating up
her spine. Her hair fell in a sleek black curtain to just between her shoulder
blades.