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Now, watching her gray eyes darken to thunderclouds, Sebastian knew his control was just as weak around her at this moment as it was at any other time.
Already sensation was raking across his body just as he felt her shudder against him and knew the sharpness of her response after so long apart had caught her off guard. She couldn’t hide her pleasure any more than she could hide her hunger for his touch, for the ecstasy she’d found in his and Shane’s arms so long ago.
Hiding his smile, Sebastian let his fingers trail down her arm, experiencing the incredible warmth and silkiness of her skin.
Lifting his hand to the thin straps holding the bodice of her nightgown over the creamy curves of her breasts, he let his fingers play over the fragile material.
“I love the feel of you.” Lowering his head, he let his lips play at the curve of her neck and shoulder. “The taste of skin as it heats with pleasure has filled my fantasies for many long, cold nights.”
Her hands slid to his biceps, her fingers tightening over the bunched muscles as those destructive kisses moved lower.
“What about Shane?” A hint of nerves had her voice trembling. It had been so long for her, he knew. So very long since she’d had the touch she ached for. The touch her body had been branded with. The few nights they’d had weren’t enough for any of them.
Sebastian chuckled at the question. “That isn’t how this works, sweets. You know that. We don’t need each other’s permission to have you alone. Just as we each can’t deny the other the pleasure of touching you, or having you at any time. You reserve that control alone.”
It had been rarely, though, that they had taken her alone in the past.
“A seduction isn’t required,” she breathed out with a hint of desperation in her tone. Had she truly forgotten or so feared the pleasure they’d once shared? The bond it seemed to strengthen between them?
“Pleasure is required, sweet ’Lyssa.” A little nip to her ear followed by a gentle kiss had her nails pricking at his upper arms.
Sebastian tightened his grip at the nape of her neck, lifted his head, then paused, waited for her gaze to find his. As he watched the helpless longing burning in her eyes, his head lowered and his lips settled over hers.
He’d meant to kiss her slow and easy, to build the fire burning between them. The second his lips touched hers all thoughts of slow and easy evaporated.
They could have lost her today. If the trigger on that explosive had been set right, if she had been a heartbeat slower, they would have lost her.
Smooth, experienced seduction became a ravenous hunger tearing aside his control.
Never had his sexual hungers taken control of him in such a way, though he remembered it had been close several times in the past when it came to this woman.
She met the hunger tearing through him with her own. Lips parting beneath the onslaught, desperate hands lifting to his neck before burrowing into his hair to hold him to her. She consumed his kiss, lips and tongue moving against his, her feminine mewls of rising need burning through any thought he might have harbored of drawing back, of easing the needs he was unleashing on her.
She was all that warmed his heart. Over the years only thoughts of Alyssa had kept him sane. Had kept him from drowning in the dark abyss he sometimes felt himself sinking into.
Sweet Alyssa. He would never sate this hunger for her, this need for her alone that captivated him.
As he devoured the sweetness of her kiss, Sebastian fought to remove the gown without tearing the delicate fabric. To carefully push the slender straps over her arms to allow it to fall, forgotten, to the floor at her feet.
And Alyssa, never one to simply take her due, had followed suit. Those nimble, graceful fingers released his slacks, allowing her to push the material over his hips and reveal the agonizing engorged erection the material had kept restrained.
Kicking off his shoes, Sebastian finished divesting himself of the pants as he tore his lips from the addictive sweetness of her kiss.
As much as he loved her hungry kisses, there were other places on her very lovely body that he longed to taste. He was addicted to her taste, her touch, to touching her.
“’Bastian, oh God, ’Bastian, I need you.” It wasn’t a whimper of sensual need. It was a demand. A feminine warning that her own hungers threatened to override any shyness or sexual uncertainties she might harbor.
Her touch wasn’t one of experienced desires, rather that of a woman tormented by her need as well as the desperate longing to touch her lover.
Sebastian let his lips move along her neck, her collarbone, then to the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. Sweet, cherry red nipples hardened by passion and tempting him to taste, to take his fill of the swollen sweetness drew him with an irresistable force.
Greedy hunger rushed through his senses. He’d been too long denied her, ached for her for too many years.
Without preliminaries his head dipped, his lips covered a pebble-hard tip, and he gloried in her sharp cry of pleasure. The need to experience every facet of this longed-for treat drew a matching groan from his chest.
God help him. Never had a woman shredded his experienced control as this one delicate, far too tempting woman could.
She was his weakness, his most coveted dream, and a hunger he’d never been able to rid himself of. She was the only thing he couldn’t deny himself.
