Winning the Billionaire (Seattle Bachelors Book 2) (7 page)

“For the record, I was a little surly that morning, because you pushed all my damn buttons and all it did was turn me on. When you get in my face and push back, it always turns me on. It’s why I kissed you. I couldn’t stand it. Except that kiss left me hard enough to hammer nails. Never in a million years did I expect you to kiss me back. When I took my shower, I had a nice orgasm while imagining my cock buried deep inside of you.”

She couldn’t stop her eyes from widening or the soft gasp that left her mouth. In two seconds flat, the image filled her mind. Sebastian naked and wet, his cock in his hand. Did he close his eyes when he came? Did he tremble? Cry out? Or groan softly?

Her breathing ramped up, coming now in shallow, desperate pants. Christ. Every single fantasy she’d ever had starring him flooded her thoughts, and a lethal dose of shock and desire zinged through her system. Her clit throbbed in delicious need.

He grinned, as if he could read her mind. “Yeah. Imagine that. While you made me breakfast, I had my cock in my hand. When I came all over the shower wall, your name left my lips.”

He ground his hips into hers, his cock hard and throbbing against the softness of her stomach. Apparently not done tormenting her, he bent his head and nipped at the curve of her shoulder, his soft, supple lips skimming the side of her neck.

“Shit, Tina. The feel of your soft body against me while I slept that morning was equal parts blessing and torment. Waking in your arms was a fantasy come to life. Turning you down was the single hardest damn thing I’ve ever done.” He stroked the tips of his fingers down the back of her right arm, his voice lowering to an intimate murmur. “I can’t tell you how much it eats me alive to know I hurt you, but, sweetheart, I’m not what you need. You deserve the white picket fence and forever, and I’m not a forever kind of guy. I won’t use you that way.”

Oh God. He had to say it. Sebastian was letting his walls down, letting her in, and her heart melted and ached simultaneously. Hearing those words from his mouth was a double-edged sword. It hurt to hear them and yet her heart glommed onto one point: He was essentially telling her he saw her. As a woman. As more than Caden’s sister.

How long had she craved to hear him tell her that? That he gave a damn? That he’d admitted it meant he really did have a good heart, that she hadn’t misjudged him, and she appreciated his honesty. But he was right. He had a heart he refused to give to anyone, her included. In the end, hers would get broken when he walked away from her. Which meant she had to be strong now.

Desperate to hold on to what little sanity she had left, she hiked her chin a notch. Sebastian in seduction mode was a powerful force. To be on the receiving end of all that masculine prowess made her dizzy with need. It was all she could do not to wind her arms around his neck and beg him to make love to her, right there against the wall. “Why are you here? Did you really come to my house at one in the morning to tell me that?”

“I came because I’m weak.” He bent his head, skimming his lips up the side of her neck. “I needed you today. You want to know what I see in you? What makes you different from the women I date? What is it you call them? Groupies? Everything about you is soft and feminine. The way you walk, the way you talk. Even shoving your face in mine and poking me in the chest, you’re still soft around the edges. It drives me crazy, because it’s so fucking…”

He shook his head, growling in frustration.

She bit the inside of her cheek, her back stiffening. If he insulted her or told her once again how much she couldn’t have him, she’d clobber him. She really would. “What? Annoying? Irritating?”

His warm breath whispered over her as he brushed the lightest of kisses across her lips. So tender her breath caught in her throat.

“Sexy. Beautiful. Phenomenal. Take your pick. You’re an incredible woman, Tina.” He shook his head, his voice lowering to a murmur between them. “I choose the women I spend time with for a purpose. I prefer the party girls. They serve a need in the moment and don’t expect anything. Go ahead. Ask me why they’re always blondes.”

She pursed her lips and glared at him. All she had left was to hold on to the last bit of her anger. “I have no desire to know, Sebastian.”

He nipped at her bottom lip, ground his hips into her, rubbing his erection into her belly, and groaned.

“The last brunette I tried to make love to, I spent the entire time fantasizing about you. To the point that I couldn’t do it. I sent her home, angry as hell and cussing me a blue streak.” He stroked the shell of her ear, a tender stroke. “Because she wasn’t you.”

Hot little shivers chased each other up and down her spine. Goose bumps prickled her skin, making every hair stand on end. Every nerve ending caught fire, every inch of her alive and throbbing and craving him. His touch. His kiss.

She closed her eyes, shutting out the hunger in his gaze, but couldn’t bring herself to push him back. His touch set a blaze inside of her. No man’s touch had ever been this good, had ever been so…right. God help her, she needed it. She needed
him
.

She let out a soft, miserable groan on a shuddering breath. The last of her resistance evaporated on a puff of smoke. “Why are you telling me this? I don’t want to know about you and your other women. This is the stuff that kills me, Baz.”

“Because you need to know. Because I give up trying to resist you. I don’t have the strength today. I buried my father this morning. I gave up every damn dream I had to try and be what he wanted me to be, so one day he’d turn to me and tell me how proud he was of me. And he turned his back on me, not once but twice. That bitch gets everything I worked my life for, because she’s got big tits and a tight ass.”

His big, warm hands slid down her sides and over the curve of her hips. He pulled her tight against him, buried his face in her throat, and wrapped his arms around her.

“I need you, Tina. I need your softness. I need your strength. I just…need you. Not anybody. You. Always you. Please don’t make me go home.”

She swallowed past the lump of fear stuck in her throat. God help her heart. He’d done it. He’d said the exact right thing, in a way only he could. Come morning, she’d probably regret sleeping with him, but she didn’t have the strength to deny him. He needed her, and like she needed to draw her next breath, she needed him.

She opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around him, then turned her head and skimmed her lips up the side of his neck. She took a moment to revel in the salt of his skin, the clean scent clinging to him. Then she pulled the collar of his shirt aside and nipped at the fleshy pad of muscle where his neck met his shoulder. He groaned, and her core throbbed in eager anticipation. “Take me to bed, Sebastian.”

S
ebastian let out a low, agonized groan against her throat. His teeth scraped her shoulder, his nose skimming the side of her neck. Shivers ran the length of Christina’s spine as he tightened his arms around her and picked her straight up. Gaze locked on hers and full of a heat that stoked the blaze in her belly, he strode to her bedroom, located at the back of the house. Once inside, he came to a stop at the foot of the bed and set her down, letting her body slide along his.

Christina’s heart hammered in her throat, a yearning, terrified pulse. She didn’t know what to expect from him or this, so she waited, lost in his hypnotic blue eyes. The hunger and desire in them made her tremble. In anticipation. In need.

Finally, he lifted a hand, stroking her skin with the tips of his fingers. First her cheek, then the shell of her ear, the curve of her shoulder, and around the edge of her left breast. With every small, tender touch, her reservations flew the coop and goose bumps popped up along her skin. Sensation flooded to every cell. God, she hadn’t anticipated tenderness. She’d expected sexual prowess. Hot, hard, and fast. Heaven help her, he had her melting to his whim.

When he swiped the pad of his thumb across her tightened nipple, her eyes closed and she dropped her head back. She couldn’t deny it. She was his to do with as he saw fit. Tomorrow, the regret would no doubt hit her. When their relationship changed irrevocably. When he walked away. Now she needed him, needed his touch like she needed to draw her next breath.

While his right hand moved to the tie of her robe, working to undo the knot, his soft lips skimmed the exposed column of her throat. His hot tongue occasionally flicked out to singe her skin. He finally pulled off the sash, letting it drop to the floor, and slid his hand inside. “God, what you do to me.”

The first touch of his warm palm curling around her breast wrenched a gasp from her. Heated shivers chased each other over the surface of her skin. She reached out blindly, fisting handfuls of his shirt in a desperate attempt to stay upright. “Sebastian…”

His thumb flicked her tightened, aching nipple again. Christina couldn’t stop the moan that left her. He’d barely touched her and already she was crumbling. Her fantasies had nothing on the real thing. His hands were smooth and warm, but the tips of his fingers held those wonderful calluses, from years of plucking the strings of his guitar. They added a roughness, a contrast of sensation, that made her shiver. In her fantasies of course, he was always tender and giving, but she hadn’t expected him to be that way in reality. She’d always expected he’d be like most of the men in her life, taking his own need. So it still managed to surprise her when he moved slowly, as if he were every bit as awed by her as she was by him. The knowledge melted her every last resolve. Whatever tomorrow brought, she’d deal with it then.

“I want to touch you everywhere, take my time kissing every inch of your skin. I’ve thought about this moment so many times over the years, when I’d finally have you in my arms. Shit, sweetheart, I’m not sure I have it in me right now to be soft and slow. I need you too much.”

The urgency in his tone made her open her eyes. Those blue eyes blazed at her, full of the same hunger pounding through her. He meant what he said, and it amazed her to see the reflection in his eyes. She’d never expected that he’d ever want
her
.

As if in some form of confirmation, his arms tightened around her, pulling her flush against him. His hands slid down her sides to her bottom, anchoring her to him. It didn’t escape her notice that he was trembling right along with her.

“I need you, Tina.” He leaned his forehead against hers, whispering into the space between them, for that moment so vulnerable and open she could only stare in return.

Had he just laid himself at her feet? The hunger in his eyes made her feel so damned powerful. To know she could do to him what he did to her…she hadn’t expected it and the knowledge was intoxicating.

“Tonight I’m yours, Baz.” She leaned forward and nipped at his bottom lip, whispering against his mouth in turn. “Fuck me.”

“Shit…” He let out another agonized groan and pulled her robe open, exposing her shoulder. His teeth closed over the muscle, scraping lightly. “You’re going to make me come right here if you keep talking like that.”

She slid her hands up his chest, delighting in the contour of the muscle before finding the first of the buttons on his shirt. Teasing him was a cruel form of torture, but his reactions were addicting. She wanted to revel in them.

She turned her mouth to his ear and whispered the words again. “Fuck me.”

His head came up, eyes burning. One corner of his mouth hitched. “You have a dirty mouth.”

She stepped back, her hands trembling as she shed her robe. Oh, she’d been naked in front of a man plenty of times, but never with
him
, and it was a damn nerve-wracking moment. Every limb had to be shaking, and her heart caught in her throat as she held her breath, waiting for his reaction. Sebastian was like discovering a whole new world, one where she’d always assumed she’d never fit in. Out of all the men she’d dated, his opinion mattered.

Sebastian’s smile melted as his gaze slid over her, taking her in. Hunger flared in his eyes. “My God. You are so damn beautiful.”

The awe in his voice filled her with such a sense of feminine power she was sure her chest puffed out. She’d always been the geeky girl. The smart girl. Oh, she worked out to keep in shape, but she spent ninety percent of her time at the office, in business suits. With him looking at her that way, she actually
felt
beautiful, feminine. Sebastian was the first man who made her feel as if he truly saw her and that was a heady, powerful discovery.

He met her gaze again and the tension between them snapped. They reached for each other at the same moment. His arms closed around her, pulling her tight against him, and his mouth settled over hers, hard and hungry. He devoured her, his warm hands sliding to her hips. She attempted the buttons on his shirt with trembling fingers, and Sebastian toed off his shoes, walking her backward.

Her knees hit the bed, and he pressed her back and crawled over her, settling between her thighs. His lean body pressing her into the firm mattress was a luscious sensation she was sure once she’d never get to experience. He covered her mouth with his, kissing her long and languid this time, his tongue stroking hers, and she abandoned the buttons on his shirt and moved lower. When his belt buckle refused to budge, his hand joined hers and between the two of them, they worked to undo his fly. He unlatched his belt, and her trembling fingers undid the button and slid down the zipper.

Finally freed, his cock settled against her stomach. A heady shiver of anticipation moved through her. She caressed her hands down his back, slipped them into his pants, and cupped his ass. She arched tightly against him. Her clit pulsed. She needed this. His cock, hot and hard inside of her, pushing into her, the luscious rush of orgasm, but mostly…she needed the connection to
him
. Right or wrong, whatever happened when the night ended, she needed this time with him.

“Condom.” Sebastian nipped at her bottom lip, his mouth curling against hers. “And don’t tell me you don’t have any. You were always overprepared for everything. If I know you, you’ve got some stashed away somewhere.”

She leaned to her right, reached into the top drawer, and pulled out a foil packet. He was right. Since Craig four years ago, she didn’t do commitment. She and Sebastian were a lot alike in that respect. It was a lonely way to live, but it kept men in a safe little box. Not that she brought many home these days. The thrill it used to give her had lost its appeal. She always made sure to keep condoms on hand, though, just in case.

Sebastian pushed upright and kneeled between her thighs. Her gaze was glued to his cock as his deft fingers rolled the condom down his length. She pressed her fingers to her mouth but couldn’t contain her giggle. She’d been right. Sebastian’s cock wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination. The tip stretched clear to his belly button. He was long and deliciously thick, and her mouth watered just looking at him.

His gaze jerked up. His eyes narrowed, but one corner of his mouth quirked upward. “Never laugh at a man with his cock in his hand, Tina.”

His comment and his clear unease had the tension loosening between them. Pink rose in his cheeks, transforming Sebastian from the unobtainable playboy back to the man she’d grown up with. The boy who’d taken great pride in taunting her in primary school. Who’d broken Bobby Stalwart’s nose sophomore year in high school because he’d made a derogatory comment about her. Who spent every Thanksgiving and Christmas at her parents’ house. The knowledge eased the nervous tangles in her stomach.

“I’m sorry. It’s childish, really. I’ve always wondered how big you were. When you kissed me the other day, you had an erection. I ached to touch you, to find out.” Brave now with the ease between them, she rose to kneel in front of him. Gaze locked on his, she straddled his thighs and reached between their bodies, dragging her fingertips lightly up the length of his cock. “I’m pleased to see I was right. You are most definitely not a small boy.”

His eyes slid to half-mast. He caressed her thighs and the curve of her hips before closing his hands around her ass. Using the purchase, he pulled her farther up his lap, until the length of him nestled against the folds of her body. He nipped at her bottom lip, murmuring against her mouth. “Thought about my cock, have you?”

Those words from his mouth, the teasing taunt in his tone, had a hot little shiver running through her. She’d long wondered how it would be between them, if the teasing would make its way into the bedroom, too. She was glad to see it did.

She wound her arms around his neck and rubbed her breasts across his chest, delighting in the luscious friction of her nipples against the smattering of dark hair covering his pecs. Then she rose up, sinking down enough to allow the head to slip inside. “A few times.”

He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed, and froze. His hands closed almost painfully tight around her ass cheeks. His jaw clenched and a tremor rolled through him. “Shit…You’re fucking unmanning me, Tina. I haven’t had a hair trigger since I was like nineteen.”

She rolled her hips again, and he slipped deeper inside her. His thick cock rubbed sensitive, swollen tissues, setting fire to every nerve ending along the way. She longed to close her eyes and immerse herself in the luscious delight, but his reactions captured her attention. A mix of torment and pleasure rolled across his features. Over the years, she’d had her fair share of lovers, but his reactions were the ultimate turn-on. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave her. She had every intention of keeping this at one night. Tomorrow, she would end the insanity between them. Sebastian would never be what she truly wanted. But for this one night, she’d let herself enjoy him, and she wanted to make sure he never forgot their time together.

He growled, low and frustrated and aroused, and opened his eyes. Two seconds later, he flipped her onto her back and flicked his hips against hers, shoving hard into her. Her headboard knocked the wall with the force of his thrust.

Christina gasped with the impact. One thrust and he’d struck the match. Her thighs trembled and her inner muscles tightened. Pleasure rolled through her.

“Sebastian…” Jesus, he felt good. His cock filled every inch of her insides, rubbing all the right places and every nerve ending was like a live wire, lit up and throbbing.

He brushed his mouth over hers, kissing his way across her jaw. His hot tongue stroked up her neck to the sensitive spot behind her ear. “How many times have you touched yourself while thinking of my cock, hmm?”

He whispered the words and flicked his hips again, shoving into her. Her headboard knocked the wall again. His pelvis rubbed her swollen clit. Tiny tremors skittered across the surface of her skin. Her response caught in her throat, a strangled moan her only coherent reply. Instead, she opted to show him and curled her fingers around his ass, arching against him.

He began a slow, torturous rhythm then, stroking all the way in and all the way out. All the while his mouth traveled her neck, her shoulder, her ear. His warm breath whispered over her skin, his breathing harsh and erratic. She relished every sound, every twitch of muscle. Her body tuned to his, and his every reaction fueled the need burning her up from the inside out. Until she couldn’t think, couldn’t even remember if she breathed. Completely at his whim, she could only react, let him take her world and spin it beyond her wildest imagination.

“Did you make yourself come while thinking of me? Christ, I think I spent most of high school with my cock in my hand, fantasizing about you. Your sweet mouth, your tight little ass…” He groaned, his body shaking now along with hers. His teeth clamped down on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. He reached down and hooked her knee, pulled her leg over his hip and increased his tempo, thrusting deeper, harder. “Tell me, Tina. Have you?”

She drew a shuddering breath and attempted to find her brain, to make her tongue work.

“Yes.
Ohhhh, God
. Yes.” Another wave of pleasure pulsed through her, and she dragged her fingernails down his back, her toes curling.

Sebastian cursed under his breath. His hips jerked. His breathing hitched, and he paused on an out stroke. His body shook in earnest now, his breath taking on an erratic huff, all of it telling her he’d arrived at the same place she had—lost and overwhelmed.

“You’re my favorite fantasy, Baz. That morning you answered the door in your underwear?” She wrapped her arms around him and turned her head, kissing his shoulder, his neck, scraping her teeth over his stubbled jaw. He had her riding that fine sweet edge, on the verge of rupturing, but when she went, she planned to take him with her. “I had an incredible orgasm before getting out of bed, thinking about you, about this.”

His head shot up, eyes dark and hungry. Then he bent his head and took her mouth, his tongue thrusting inside. He pushed into her hard, over and over. His lips bruised hers, demanding and coaxing a response. Her body bowed off the bed with each stroke, rising to meet him until, with one last flick of his hips, the tension ruptured. His cock hit the exact right spot inside, and pleasure exploded through her, leaving her trembling and gasping.