Sebastian (13 page)

She rocked back against him, reveling in the feel of his muscled body, trusting that he wouldn't take his pleasure and leave her behind. After a few hard thrusts, his hand crept around her hip to find her slit. In only moments, his amazing fingers filled her with liquid fire. Insistent and unstopping, they lit her up inside. The mounting tension was nearly unbearable, and yet she couldn’t help but wish it would never stop.

“My beautiful Nicolette,” Sebastian whispered. “Mine forever.”
 

She thrilled to the possession in his words, open to him in every way she could be, and when her pleasure crested, she dug her nails into his hand and called out his name. Her orgasm flooded forcefully through her, its intensity threatening to break her apart if he wasn't there to hold her together. Her lungs struggled to keep up, riding the crashing wave. Sebastian thrust hard into her, their bodies thudding, as a primal rhythm took over and crescendoed. He pumped furiously, gasping and groaning, until suddenly his breath faltered. Hand still on her mound, he pinned her to him, and spilled hotly inside her.

Full of him, stretched by him, they moaned together. Release mingled with relief as her body went limp and she closed her eyes. His hips jerked erratically as he spent himself, until finally the ecstasy ebbed. For several moments, there was only the sound of their harsh breaths. But as Nicolette struggled to bring her breathing under control, a sudden realization dawned: they would have years and decades and centuries of this. She opened her eyes, only to find they were filled with tears.

“What?” Sebastian asked, his low voice anxious.

Gently, he pulled away from her, and rolled her to her back. Concern furrowed his forehead as he gazed into her eyes.

“Nicolette, what is it? Why the sadness?”

He lightly brushed a thumb over the wetness on her cheek.

“Not sadness,” she whispered. “Happiness. We’re going to be so happy together.”

Sebastian smiled, his eyes and golden aura shining.

“Forever,” he promised, and tenderly sealed it with a kiss.

EXCERPT FROM LOGAN: Her Warlock Protector Book 3

Caitlin admitted it had been fun flirting with the James Bond wannabe who’d started playing at her table about an hour ago. Basically, the only men in her life were either Schnapps or sometimes bumping into Darren coming home from work. While Darren was hot, he had nothing on the Scotsman, who was every woman’s damn fantasy come to life. He was tall, maybe close to 6’6” with shoulders broad enough to have made Arnold Schwarzenegger in his glory days jealous. Not overly muscled, though. He wasn’t some gym rat who’d pumped steroids into himself. No, he was just tall, broad and gorgeous with eyes the color of winter ice and long black hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. It was oddly outdated and made her think of Gaston from
Beauty and the Beast
or someone from Revolutionary War history.

It looked amazing on him.

The biggest regret she’d had so far was that the casino had a dress code and that the tuxedo, while it hugged his frame admirably, wasn’t something skin tight or a Speedo. She needed to maybe move to Vegas and deal for a place with a pool. God, she really was pathetic. Still, Mr. MacCulloch was funny, engaging, and always deferred to her. Of course, he was also kicking her butt at the table, which never happened. They worked hard to make sure that the odds favored the House. She’d never seen someone hit a perfect twenty-one four times in a row. The odds on that were astronomical. It was almost a relief when he’d gone bust, proven that he wasn’t perfect. She’d noticed the beads of sweat starting to shine at his temples.

Then he’d touched her hand and everything had gone nuts.

Maybe Caitlin should have been more suspicious sooner, both with his luck and the fact that she hadn’t been able to read him in the cards, almost as if it had been deliberately blocked from her. Still, that one touch had sent electricity flowing all over her, deep into her core, and left her breathless.

But that wasn’t all of it.

That touch had brought out the most all-encompassing vision she’d ever had. For a few brief moments, she wasn’t in
The Club Regent
any longer. No. She was in a hotel room with sheets that clearly cost as much as a week’s salary, the finest thread count silk, that smoothly ran over her skin. They tickled every part of her, naked as she was, and Mr. MacCulloch. No, not like that. It was
Logan
. She was being held by him. His rugged scent was a mix of potent aftershave but also of some kind of metal, something like steel or copper. It was odd and confusing but nothing was confounding her about the way he held her. His lips were heaven on hers and she fell easily into the kiss, feeling the wetness spreading over her core.

It was the most intimate encounter she’d ever had.

Blinking back the vision, Caitlin stumbled back instantly.

No that hadn’t happened…yet
.

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