She let out a shaking breath, her rosy nipples still pearled and in need of my touch. “So, the deal?”
“What do you want?” Did that desperation-soaked voice belong to me?
“This weekend in the city plus the Monday you already promised me.” She snatched her t-shirt and covered her breasts.
I leaned forward, placing one hand next to her head. Her body heat bled into the air between us. I wanted to taste it. Though I’d devoured her only a few hours before, I was already starved for her. “When did you cook this up? While you were drawing, on the way up the stairs, while you were brushing your teeth? When?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because I’ve been trying to get to the bottom of you, and I still haven’t.”
“I thought you knew everything about me?” Her sass killed. I wanted to lick it from her lips.
“I do, but you have certain anomalies in your personality that mystify me.”
“Maybe you underestimate me?”
“Perhaps.”
“Now, about three days in the city. Deal?”
“That’s a big request.” I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her lips.
“It’s worth it, don’t you think?” She dropped her shirt, her breasts on full display and so fucking close.
“Naked and kissing.” I’d fallen into the negotiation, egged on by the pert nipples taunting me.
“No.” She shook her head, making her tits shudder maddeningly again.
I groaned. “Kissing on the mouth and naked, and you can have the weekend and Monday.” My lust fog cleared for a sliver of a second, but it was enough. “And, to sweeten the deal, I’ll relay texts from you to your friends.”
Her eyes widened, and she clasped her fingers together. Bingo.
My deviousness knew no bounds, not when the prize was so spectacular. This idea was nothing other than a fucking stroke of evil genius. I’d get to touch her, kiss her, and she’d solve my little problem with her Scooby Doo pals.
“You get to hold me…” She frowned. “But no touching my breasts or below the belt, and—”
“What?” I needed to feel her, every last inch of skin. “I already know how your pussy feels when you come.”
Her frown deepened. “This deal doesn’t include groping. Just holding each other, and I’ll allow the kissing for tonight, but only if you give me three days in the city and contact with my friends.”
“Three days at my penthouse where you will sleep naked in my arms each night. Kissing for tonight, and I’ll relay messages. You aren’t touching a phone. Don’t get the wrong idea.”
She bit her lip. A surrogate for her thumb nail, no doubt. Was she wavering? Losing her at this point in the negotiation wasn’t an option.
I went for the hard sell. “Take it or leave it, but the offer is void the second I walk out of this closet.” Turning my back on her almost broke me in half, but I managed it and strode to the door.
“Deal.” When the word passed her lips, my entire body hummed with anticipation.
I stopped and returned my gaze to hers, hungry for everything coming my way. “Done. Now take your wet panties off.”
31
Camille
I’d waved the red flag in front of the bull and managed to win so much more than just the match. The thought of texting my friends almost erased the trepidation from my mind. But the way Sebastian looked at me—like a ravenous wolf—overrode that brief joy.
“Do it slowly.” He leaned against the doorframe to my closet, his hard cock on full display.
“Not part of the deal.” I slid my shaking fingers along the sides of my panties and shucked them off. When I stood, he drank me in, his gaze licking my flesh with a heat that threatened to burn me where I stood. I hated how wet I was, but there was no way to hide it. Not anymore.
“Get in bed. Now.” Any hesitation he’d shown earlier was gone. His usual intensity was back, but magnified a hundred-fold. What had I gotten myself into?
He backed away from the door, giving me just enough room to shimmy by. I hurried away from him, but he stayed on my heels and slapped the light off in the bathroom. Leaning over, I ripped the sheets back.
“Fucking hell.” He smoothed his palm down my back, but stopped just above my ass.
I scooted away from him and lay down, pulling the covers up. He followed, sliding into bed right next to me and wrapping me in his arms.
“Sebasti—”
His mouth met mine, cutting off the ground rules I intended to repeat. His tongue set off a chain reaction of desire as it coaxed mine into action. Sebastian didn’t just kiss, he overwhelmed. My eyes fluttered closed as he slipped his fingers into my hair and pulled. He slanted his mouth over mine as he flattened his other hand against my back and pressed me closer.