She stared up at him, her heart pounding, her resistance crumbling to dust under the hot sexuality of his gaze. ‘You find me attractive—really?’
No man had ever looked twice at her before but then she’d gone out of her way to avoid all but platonic relationships with the opposite sex.
‘Really.’ His tone of self-mockery drew her attention to his body for the first time and her colour deepened. It was the first time she’d seen a naked man. A naked aroused man. The sight was nothing short of daunting.
Now that the moment had come, panic assailed her. He was right, she thought, closing her eyes with a helpless moan as his mouth traced the line of her jaw. She hadn’t really thought this through. How could she ever have thought she’d be able to pretend that she was experienced? She didn’t have a clue and there was no way she’d ever be able to convince him otherwise.
‘You loathe me,’ she moaned, moving her head away from his clever mouth with a gasp of disbelief. ‘You despise me. You can’t possibly want me.’
She was wondering frantically what to do when Sebastien took control and, with a smooth shift of his powerful frame, he rolled her under him and lowered his mouth to hers. Instantly her body erupted and with a whimper of helpless excitement she realized that he was so used to being in charge that all she had to do was to lie there and he’d make all the moves. He’d show her the way.
It was her last logical thought before she fell deep into his kiss—
Just like the time before, she forgot everything. She felt the erotic slide of his tongue in her mouth, the hotly sexual exploration that sent shivers through her whole body and had her arching against him. She felt his hand move downwards, dragging over one sensitized nipple and resting on her hip.
And her head started to spin. Nothing felt straight or clear.
Her heart hammered, her pelvis burned and her senses tangled and swirled in an exotic dance, fired by the sensual thrust of his tongue.
Just when she thought she was definitely going to pass out, he dragged his mouth away from hers. With a reluctant groan he trailed his mouth down over her neck, her throat, until finally he lingered on her breast.
At the first casual flick of his tongue she cried out in shock, driven wild by the intensity of the sensation, and as he sucked her into his mouth she shifted her hips in a desperate attempt to soothe the wild burning in her pelvis.
‘You have amazing breasts,’ he groaned, turning his attention to the other one. ‘It was virtually the only thing I noticed about you when we first met.’
Some deeper part of her brain registered that remark but she wasn’t capable of any reaction other than a pleading whimper.
She wanted more—something—
‘Sebastien—’ She breathed his name on a sob of desperation and he gave a wolfish smile of male triumph.
‘And the other thing I like about you,’ he murmured huskily as he slid further down her frantically writhing and excited body, ‘is that underneath that prim, restrained exterior you are so hot. How could I ever have thought that you were cold and English?’
Alesia couldn’t even respond because at that moment he spread her legs in a ruthlessly possessive gesture and concentrated his attentions on an entirely different part of her body.
Torn between shock at being exposed to a man’s gaze for the first time and a sensual pleasure so terrifying in its intensity that she could hardly breathe let alone think, Alesia bit back a moan of denial. Resisting her feeble attempts to close her legs, he held her firm and used his tongue with an erotic mastery that made her writhe and sob in an ecstasy that she hadn’t even dreamed existed before this moment. She just couldn’t believe that he was doing these things to her and that she was encouraging him.
‘Sebastien—’ Confused and overwhelmed by the sudden explosion of sexual need that she didn’t properly understand, she arched her back and curled her fingers into the sheets. ‘Sebastien—’
He slid up the bed in a fluid movement, his eyes scanning her flushed cheeks with ill-disguised satisfaction. ‘Definitely not cold,’ he murmured, his hand closing over her wrist as she reached to pull the sheet up. ‘No way. You never cover up until I say so and I haven’t finished looking at you yet.’
His gaze made her feel hotter still and he slid a hair-roughened thigh over her legs as she writhed against the sheets in an attempt to relieve the burning need that threatened to consume her whole body.
‘Something the matter?’ he taunted her softly, his eyes shimmering dark with barely restrained passion. ‘Is there something you want from me other than my money, agape mou?’