Her face flushed at the implication. Still, she enjoyed their banter far too much to give in so easily. “Is that so?” she asked, pressing the tip of her nose against his.
“Oh it’s so,” he growled.
“What if I’m still full?”
“You’re not full, baby. Not yet…but you will be.”
Taylor gasped, biting back a cry as he flipped her onto her back with a surprising amount of speed. His hips pinned hers. The taut muscles in his arms stood out in ridges as he braced them on either side of her head. The hunger and intensity blazing in his eyes was humbling. Her breath came in shallow spurts as he peeled her shirt up with one hand, his fingers trailing reverently across her abdomen.
“Has our little one taken it easy on you today?” he asked.
“For the most part.”
“Mmm. Good to know,” Sebastian whispered dropping a light kiss below her navel.
She dug her nails into his shoulders when he crawled up her body and bowed his head to flick his tongue across each of her nipples, licking them into stiff peaks. He took his time lavishing them with zealous suckles and the sharp tug of his teeth until the sensation drove her mad. She plowed her hands through his hair, urging him on, loving the way his lean body shuddered with a combination of restraint and need.
He rolled off her with an impatient growl and shucked his pants where they fell to the floor in a forgotten heap. His gaze roamed over her, tracing her bare skin, the desire to do more burning in his eyes. She bit her lip as he tugged her cotton shorts down her legs. The lacy hip huggers she wore trailed with them. Sebastian ran his hands up her thighs, his stare branding her skin.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured.
He climbed over her, the gentle scrape of his stubble as he kissed the spot behind her ear making her shiver. His mouth claimed hers slowly and gently as Sebastian dipped an experimental finger between her legs. Her hips jerked when his aim proved true and a jolt of raw pleasure shot through her. Finding her more than ready, his deep, guttural moan vibrated against her lips. She peered back at him with dazed, glassy eyes as he wound his arms around her and sat up, dragging her with him.
Her head fell back as he filled her. The warm fullness was beyond incredible and the bliss playing on his chiseled face stole her breath away. Bracing her palms on his shoulders, she posted, savoring every inch of him, as Sebastian’s firm hands guided her movements. Together, they found a deep, steady rhythm, their bodies falling into tandem. Sebastian’s eyes locked on her, watching each nuance as the firelight danced across their skin. A heavy fist tangled in her hair. Determination stamped his face as he arched into her downward plunges.
Picking up the pace, Taylor felt her body quicken. Her breathless cries filled the room as she came down harder and faster, relishing the deep, hard stabs of his thrusts. Twisting above him, she gave into the sweet promise of release. Her nails sank into the corded strength of his shoulders as her body burst into pleasure and shuddered around him. Sebastian snared her hips, his fingers biting down in ownership. Lean, powerful muscles strained beneath his skin as he rocked up a final time and came with a hoarse roar of completion.
Winded, she panted for breath and rested her forehead against his. A lazy smile dangled on his lips as he ran his hands over her ass and gave the cheeks a languid squeeze.
“Did that cure your sweet tooth?” she asked.
“Mmm. Not exactly. I may have to come back for seconds later.”
Taylor laughed. “You still have an insatiable appetite, I see.”
“I wouldn’t expect that to change, baby.”
“I doubt you’ll feel the same when my belly is stretched from here to kingdom come.”
He caught her chin and forced her gaze to his. “Stop it,” he warned. “Nothing will ever change the way I feel about you,” he said, tracing the soft swell of her lower lip, “I’m looking forward to seeing you wobble around. I think you are going to be absolutely adorable. Monique certainly was, and she doesn’t have a quarter of the appeal you do in my eyes.”
“Please,” Taylor scoffed. “Your sister could have been a supermodel. In fact, both of you are entirely too good looking. I hope our baby inherits your genes.”
Sebastian shook under her, filling the great room with his husky laugh. “Look who’s full of it now. Stop flattering me.”
She batted his chest. “I’m serious! Just thinking about a baby with your gorgeous dimples and curls makes my heart melt.”
He swatted her bare ass, though his gaze sparkled with amusement. “What is wrong with you? Don’t wish that on our kid.”
“Why not?”
“Because as cute as you may find them, these curls are a curse, darling. They are hard as hell to tame and someone always feels the need to tug them,” he said, giving her a pointed look.
Her smile was wicked and unrepentant. “Do they? Hmm. Maybe you should tell them to knock it off.”
He laughed and shifted into a more comfortable position beneath her. “I have. The sassy little minx refuses to listen.”
“She sounds like a handful,” Taylor said, resting her forehead against his.
“Mmm. That she is,” he murmured. “But she makes up for it in other ways.”
“How so?”
“Well, she is honest, gentle, and kind. She has a huge heart, but it’s also the heart of a fighter, because no matter how rough things get, she refuses to give up on me. She makes me want to give her my best. Her smile alone is enough to brighten anyone’s day. Oh, and she is unbelievably great in bed,” he said, with a lecherous waggle of his brow.
She laughed with a playful roll of her eyes. “If you say so. It sounds like you are making this woman up to me.”
“Oh I assure you, she is very real. Not to mention the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“You’re crazy.”
He smirked and tapped her lips. “I didn’t ask for your opinion, darling. And in this case, it doesn’t even matter. I am always right.”
Taylor rolled her eyes again and slid from his lap with an indignant sniff. “That may be true, but there is no accounting for your lack of taste, Agent Baas,” she said, bending to retrieve her clothes.
; “Is that so?”
She faltered, glancing over her shoulder at the silken rasp of his voice, no longer certain that he was teasing.
“I’m not sure what part of our life together makes you believe it is okay to insult me, but I know many ways to correct that kind of behavior,” he mused. Standing, he trailed a finger down the curve of her cheek. “Is that what you want, Taylor? Do you want me to punish you?”
“No, Sebastian,” she whispered, lowering her eyes with a nervous tremor.
He nodded. “I should fill that pretty little mouth of yours with this taste you think I lack.”
She couldn’t help but lick her lips with the prospect. She yelped when he stepped back and the pirouetting end of his pants snapped against the back of her thigh, leaving a vivid sting in its wake.
“If you beg me for correction, Taylor, you will get it. I thought you would have learned that by now. Do I have your attention, or would you like more?”
Pouting, she rubbed the burn out of the back of her leg. “No thank you.”
He halted her attempts to dress by snaring her chin. “Stop sulking. Playful or not, I won’t tolerate you putting yourself down. You are the woman I want. You are the woman I chose to spend the rest of my life with. Maybe that doesn’t count for much in your eyes but it means everything to me. I won’t let you belittle that.”
She lifted her gaze to his. The intensity lurking in those pale shamrock pools was almost too much to bear. Ashamed, she squirmed and lowered her head. “I’m sorry, Sebastian. I didn’t think of it that way.”
He forced her chin back up with a firm tilt from his finger. “I know, baby. I forgive you, but I don’t ever want to have this conversation again. I take great pride in knowing you are mine. You need to accept that. I expect you to be proud of yourself and who you are.”