the crown of her head. She reached for the magazine, but Sebastian held it behind his back.
“I was just flipping through it ...” she started, angry in her embarrassment.
He smiled, dropping the Tattler and lunging for her, pressing her up against the door to her room.
“ I like that I’m your guilty pleasure,” he said, holding her hands above her head, against the cool wood of the door.
Elizabeth was almost dizzy with his proximity. He smelled like a cornfield on a hot day, green and fresh and dark and loamy all at the same time.
He held her wrists with one hand as he slid his hand down her back to her butt, squeezing her against him so she could feel him, hard, through their clothes.
“ What do you want from me?” she asked. Her senses were all singing, but her brain had checked out. If someone had asked her what her name was, she couldn’t have answered.
His mouth was close to her ear. “Complete and total submission,” he whispered, then laughed, a low, throaty chuckle. He slid his hand into the back pocket of her jeans and slipped out her room key.
Chapter 5
Freeing the card from her back pocket, Sebastian released her wrists. Elizabeth ’s arms slid down the door as he grabbed her hair and tilted her head back. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open. She felt his lips, barely brushing hers, sending fingers of sensation into her core. She heard the click of the door releasing and she was walking backward into the room as Sebastian kissed her, parting her lips further.
He pushed her against the wall, just inside the door, letting it close behind him. His tongue was in her mouth, hot and wet and muscular. His firm body pinned her to the wall. Elizabeth felt as if she had no skin, no bones. She was just a mass of nerve endings and a pounding pulse.
Suddenly, she was kissing him back, her hands sliding up under his t-shirt on the warm flesh of his back. It was as if all thought had deserted her; she was just stimulus and response. She had never wanted anything more.
Sebastian reached behind him and grabbed her hands, sliding them over his skin to his stomach, taking a step back so that there was a narrow band of space between them. Bringing one hand up to his mouth, he kissed her palm, flicking his tongue against it. His eyes, black with lust, held hers, a smirk on his parted lips.
She ran her other hand over his smooth, hard stomach, along the waistband of his jeans, inhaling sharply when her fingers grazed the silky tip of his erection protruding above it. Sebastian grabbed her hand, holding it there.
“ Beg me,” he said.
“ What?” Elizabeth asked.
He slid her hand inside his jeans, along the length of his shaft. Elizabeth ’s eyes widened as a shiver of desire ran down her spine. He was huge.
“ Beg me to fuck you,” he said, sliding her hand up and down, slowly.
Elizabeth laughed, incredulous. She pulled her hands out of his grasp, the fog of lust that had shrouded her brain beginning to clear. “I don’t think so.” She half-heartedly tried to push him away.
Sebastian spun her around, so her face was pressed up against the wall. His body was hot and hard behind her. He slid his hand over her stomach and under the waistband of her jeans, homing in on his target with the speed and precision of a fighter pilot.
He chuckled softly in her ear, biting it. “Uh-uh. Not so fast.” His voice was low and husky. “Beg me.” He moved his finger in tight lazy circles.
Elizabeth moaned, fighting the rising tide of desire. “Naomi would be happy to beg you.”
Sebastian laughed again, rubbing faster, pressing into her from behind. “I know. But where’s the fun in that?”
Just then Elizabeth ’s phone rang. “Humps,” by The Black Eyed Peas. Steve’s ring tone.
Elizabeth pulled Sebastian ’s hand out of her pants and squirmed out from under him, a cool surge of guilt drowning her arousal like she’d had a bucket of cold water dumped on her head. Behind her,
“I was just flipping through it ...” she started, angry in her embarrassment.
He smiled, dropping the Tattler and lunging for her, pressing her up against the door to her room.
“ I like that I’m your guilty pleasure,” he said, holding her hands above her head, against the cool wood of the door.
Elizabeth was almost dizzy with his proximity. He smelled like a cornfield on a hot day, green and fresh and dark and loamy all at the same time.
He held her wrists with one hand as he slid his hand down her back to her butt, squeezing her against him so she could feel him, hard, through their clothes.
“ What do you want from me?” she asked. Her senses were all singing, but her brain had checked out. If someone had asked her what her name was, she couldn’t have answered.
His mouth was close to her ear. “Complete and total submission,” he whispered, then laughed, a low, throaty chuckle. He slid his hand into the back pocket of her jeans and slipped out her room key.
Chapter 5
Freeing the card from her back pocket, Sebastian released her wrists. Elizabeth ’s arms slid down the door as he grabbed her hair and tilted her head back. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open. She felt his lips, barely brushing hers, sending fingers of sensation into her core. She heard the click of the door releasing and she was walking backward into the room as Sebastian kissed her, parting her lips further.
He pushed her against the wall, just inside the door, letting it close behind him. His tongue was in her mouth, hot and wet and muscular. His firm body pinned her to the wall. Elizabeth felt as if she had no skin, no bones. She was just a mass of nerve endings and a pounding pulse.
Suddenly, she was kissing him back, her hands sliding up under his t-shirt on the warm flesh of his back. It was as if all thought had deserted her; she was just stimulus and response. She had never wanted anything more.
Sebastian reached behind him and grabbed her hands, sliding them over his skin to his stomach, taking a step back so that there was a narrow band of space between them. Bringing one hand up to his mouth, he kissed her palm, flicking his tongue against it. His eyes, black with lust, held hers, a smirk on his parted lips.
She ran her other hand over his smooth, hard stomach, along the waistband of his jeans, inhaling sharply when her fingers grazed the silky tip of his erection protruding above it. Sebastian grabbed her hand, holding it there.
“ Beg me,” he said.
“ What?” Elizabeth asked.
He slid her hand inside his jeans, along the length of his shaft. Elizabeth ’s eyes widened as a shiver of desire ran down her spine. He was huge.
“ Beg me to fuck you,” he said, sliding her hand up and down, slowly.
Elizabeth laughed, incredulous. She pulled her hands out of his grasp, the fog of lust that had shrouded her brain beginning to clear. “I don’t think so.” She half-heartedly tried to push him away.
Sebastian spun her around, so her face was pressed up against the wall. His body was hot and hard behind her. He slid his hand over her stomach and under the waistband of her jeans, homing in on his target with the speed and precision of a fighter pilot.
He chuckled softly in her ear, biting it. “Uh-uh. Not so fast.” His voice was low and husky. “Beg me.” He moved his finger in tight lazy circles.
Elizabeth moaned, fighting the rising tide of desire. “Naomi would be happy to beg you.”
Sebastian laughed again, rubbing faster, pressing into her from behind. “I know. But where’s the fun in that?”
Just then Elizabeth ’s phone rang. “Humps,” by The Black Eyed Peas. Steve’s ring tone.
Elizabeth pulled Sebastian ’s hand out of her pants and squirmed out from under him, a cool surge of guilt drowning her arousal like she’d had a bucket of cold water dumped on her head. Behind her,
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