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“You want him. Crave him. But it’s more than that. You love him. And I’d be willing to bet he feels the same.”
    Sebastian’s lips were now inches away from hers. She took a shallow breath. “If you believe that, why are you acting like you’re going to kiss me?”
    “I’m not acting.” Sebastian lowered his lips to her softly. Brushing against her with delicate caresses.
    She was in shock. And thinking about that fantasy. That had to be why she didn’t move.
    He noticed and his kiss deepened. He tasted like raspberries and spiced tea and raw, unadulterated male. Was it only yesterday that she’d wondered how it would feel to be the focus of his attention?
    Sebastian dragged her body through the water until she was in his arms, his hands squeezing the cheeks of her ass as her arms wrapped around his neck.
    Damn, he was a great kisser.  And his body—it was heated steel. Big…everywhere.
    Hard everywhere.
    He wanted her, and with his nature, Delilah knew she wouldn’t have to wait eleven years to find out how much. Sebastian went after what he wanted with laser-like focus and determination.
    His hands had slipped beneath her bikini bottoms, tracing the curve of her ass until his fingers were grazing the heat between her thighs. He groaned against her lips. “You feel like silk, Delilah. Let me…”
    His mouth covered hers again as one of his hands slid around her hip and down the front of the red fabric. One thick finger pushed inside her sex and Delilah shivered, rocking helplessly against his hand. “Oh, God.”
    Her reaction had him adding another finger to stretch her, curving until he was caressing the spot that made her whimper in pleasure. Yes, like that . His fingers were thrusting deeper. Harder. Don’t stop. Right here, outside in the sunshine, she was going to come for Sebastian. Come so hard like this, and then he would lift her up, out of the pool, rip off the bikini bottoms and his shorts and bury his big, fat cock inside her. Yes.
    Dirty Delilah.
    Asa’s voice was so clear in her head she panicked, struggling in Sebastian’s embrace until he let her go. She splashed through the water and out of the pool, grabbing the towel and burying her face inside the comforting terry cloth. Crying again. “Damn it.”
    “Not to make light, but that isn’t the usual reaction my seduction attempts engender.”
    She shook her head, still covered by the towel. “I’m sorry, Sebastian. I shouldn’t have…that shouldn’t have happened.”
    “There is no ‘shouldn’t’ here,” he corrected. “It isn’t happening at the moment. That doesn’t mean it can’t happen. Or it shouldn’t happen.”
    She sniffed. “Usually a woman has to wait at least forty-eight hours between sexual partners. I think it’s called the Slut Rule.”
    Sebastian chuckled, but she wasn’t laughing.
    Had she lied to Asa without knowing it last night? Was she like her mother, so quickly on to some new shiny toy? So easily seduced? “I should go.”
    “ Should again,” Sebastian sighed. “Delilah look at me.” He waited until she lowered the towel. “I want you. There’s no use hiding it. I have from the moment I saw you yesterday, and perhaps this is my ego talking, but I usually get what I want.”
    She snorted at that. “I believe you.”
    He nodded. “I want you, but I won’t pursue that today. I’ll give you what I promised–relaxation and avoidance, good food, good conversation—and in a day or two, as per your rule, I will try again.”
    “Even though you know I was with Asa? Or because I was with him? You two seem to be competing in more than just the purchase of my father’s garage. Am I another trophy, Sebastian?”
    He lifted his eyebrow, his lips thinning. “That question is beneath us both, but I’ll answer it anyway. Asa and I are…battling wills, yes. But I do not believe either of us would use you in such a way. And I believe you know that. It’s clear we both want you. You’ll have