With his firm grip on her, he pulled her across the wooden floor to their four-poster bed. He pushed her back until she was sitting on the edge. Harper eased back just as he moved forward, planting his left knee and fist into the soft mattress beside her. Hovering over her, he used his right hand to trace faint circles across her stomach.
It both tickled and turned her on at the same time. She tried hard not to squirm under his touch, but her body couldn’t stay still. She ached to move closer and pull away all at once. Then he moved down and brushed his fingers over the button of her jeans. With a quick snap, they were undone and he pulled the zipper down to the base. He probed under the fabric, tracing over the lace that protected her center.
Harper gasped as he grazed her most sensitive spot once, twice, then a third time, more forcefully, making her back arch up off the bed.
Sebastian’s gaze fixed on her. Ever the engineer, he studied her expressions and her every reaction to his touch. With a satisfied smirk, he eased back and hooked his fingers beneath her jeans. He slid them over her hips and down her legs, throwing them to the floor.
His hands replaced the denim, sliding back up her legs and gliding over every inch of her skin. His mouth followed in their wake, leaving searing kisses along the insides of her ankles, calves, knees and inner thighs. When he reached her panties, Harper expected him to pull them off like he had with her jeans. Instead he grasped the side with his fist and tugged hard until the pieces came off in his hand. He threw the torn strips of fabric away.
“That’s much better.” With nothing else in his way, he pressed her thighs further apart and leaned in to lap his tongue over the newly exposed flesh.
The sensation was like a lightning bolt through her core.
“You’re buying me new panties,” she gasped. “Those were twenty-five dollars and I can’t afford to replace them.”
“Fine,” Sebastian said. “I’ll buy. You three pairs. For every one. I destroy.” With each pause in his speech, his tongue flicked over her again.
“Are you planning to rip them all?”
“It depends.” He spread her legs wider and moved his mouth more furiously over Harper until she was once again squirming beneath him.
“Depends on what?” Harper gasped and gripped the blankets beneath her in tight fists.
“On whether or not they get in my way.”
Harper made a mental note to keep her nicer panties in her luggage. That was her last coherent thought.
At that moment Sebastian slid two fingers inside her. He thrust them deep, positioning the heel of his hand to grind against her clit. His whole hand started moving and she began to unravel. The combination was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She found herself yelling out, gasping and crying, even long before her release. The sensations were almost overpowering.
Her orgasm came fast and furiously. She wasn’t prepared for how hard the pulsating waves would pound her body. She shuddered and rocked against his hand, shouting with the power of her release until it had nearly zapped all her strength. It took all she had to reach down and grab his hand, pulling it away from her. She couldn’t take any more. Not quite yet, at least.
Harper closed her eyes and collapsed against the mattress. Her skin was pink and flushed, the butterflies still fluttering inside her. She swallowed hard, noting her raw throat as she gasped for breath. She wasn’t entirely sure what she’d expected from Sebastian, but it hadn’t been that. She’d never experienced an orgasm like that in her life. It was intense. Overwhelming. Amazing. And as soon as she recovered, she wanted to do it again.
Sebastian’s weight shifted on the bed and she heard him walk into the bathroom. She opened her eyes when she heard him come back in. He had gotten rid of his clothes and replaced them with his pajama pants.
Bending down, he scooped her into his arms and placed her properly onto the bed. He crawled in beside her and tugged the blankets over them both.
Harper was surprised. She didn’t think they were finished. She was great, of course, but she thought for sure that he would want some for himself. Maybe he didn’t have protection with him. She’d have to be sure to correct that before they got together again.
Instead, he rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into the warm nook of his body. It was unexpected, but perhaps exactly what she needed.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Not a damn thing,” Harper said. She could barely string together a coherent sentence at this point.
“Good. Mission accomplished,” he said.
* * *
“You know what I’ve noticed?”
Sebastian clung to consciousness long enough to make a thoughtful sound in response to Harper’s question. “Mmm?”
“I’ve realized that I really don’t know anything about you, but you know everything about me.”
The question was enough to jerk him from the comfortable nap he’d almost settled into. Apparently the post-coital bliss he’d induced in her was short-lived and her mind was spinning again. With his eyes wide open now, he sighed. “That’s not true. We met up before the trip and talked about each other for the cover story.”
Harper snuggled against his chest and let her fingers twirl through his dark chest hair. “Yes. We talked about a few things, but you were pretty light on details. You know all my deepest, darkest secrets and all I kno