Page 63 of Drawn Together

“Dammit, Sebastian! I felt more from that one kiss with you than everything else I’ve ever done with any other guy!”

He fixed his furious eyes on mine. “Stop talking, Marfil.”

“Why can’t you admit that you feel something for me? Why are you so scared to take what you want?”

“Because you could never give me what I need, not in a million years.”

That hurt. A lot. And it made me angry.

I took a step back. “Don’t challenge me, Sebastian, because you know I’m up for it.” With my eyes fixed on his, I took another step back and, when I knew my body was in full view, removed my shirt.

His gaze shifted from fury to desire when he saw me standing before him in my bra and blue jeans.

“Stop…” he said as I undid the first button of my pants. Removing the space between us in two strides, he grabbed my hand as I tried to undo the second button. “Stop,” he said again between gritted teeth.

My breaths were coming fast, and his were as well. Ourbodies, soaked by the rain, were so close together now that it gave me goose bumps.

“I don’t want to stop. I want you to make me feel like you did that first time. I want to take it all the way…” My voice broke off.

I desired him with every fiber of my being. I craved his touch so badly that it hurt, and I would take whatever he was willing to give me. I could content myself with very little…

“I can’t, Marfil,” he said. “It’s not good for you to feel that way about me…”

My eyes were blazing when I lifted my head to meet his gaze. “You feel the same way,” I said in a low whisper. “I know you want me.”

I was standing in my bra just a few feet from this tall, muscular, soaking-wet man. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to do the thing we both wanted, needed. So why wouldn’t he if my father was nowhere to be found?

“Any guy would want you,” he said, his eyes glued to my lips. I knew he was trying to control himself, and I loved seeing how hard it was for him. “But I don’t plan to touch you ever again,” he concluded before walking away.

“If you don’t kiss me, I’ll tell,” I said, immediately feeling like the biggest bitch on planet Earth. If I hadn’t been so sure that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him, I would never have played that card. But I refused to let my father interfere in my life, yet again. Especially knowing that this man before me could drive me wild at the push of a button.

Sebastian stopped and turned slowly toward me. “Don’t blackmail me, Marfil, because this could get very ugly.”

The look in his eyes scared me, but I gathered my nerves and doubled down. “Didn’t you say I was a spoiled brat? Well, maybe you were right. And what I want this instant is your mouth right here,” I said, tilting my head to one sideand pointing to the part of my neck where my veins visibly pulsed under my pale skin. My voice trembled, but I prayed he wouldn’t notice. “And then I want you to move over to the other side. I want you to bite me, gently. I want you to make me moan while your hands explore every inch of my body.”

The dark glint in his eyes almost scared me. I couldn’t tell if he was turned on or pissed off. He moved closer, and I unwittingly took a step away from him. My back made contact with the wall, and I became nervous at the realization that I had no escape.

“Take it back,” he said, placing his hands on the wall behind me and trapping me between his arms, causing me to tremble with fear and arousal.

“Kiss me right now or my father’s going to hear all about how you almost gave me my first orgasm.”

His eyes blazed, but I saw that he didn’t believe what I’d just said. Sebastian seemed to have bought into my reputation at Columbia. I, for one, was dying to make those rumors a reality.

“You’re entering dangerous territory, Marfil.”

He was so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Our relationship has been dangerous from the beginning. Aren’t you here to protect me from the bad guys?”

“Protecting you is costing me blood, sweat, and tears.”

“Do you want to know how I feel when you’re this close to me?” I said, placing my hand on the back of his neck. He let me do it, but he remained still as a statue, the blood I could feel pumping through his veins the only sign that he was a living being. “You can put your hand down there and find out,” I said, completely shameless.

He blinked only once before answering. “And do you know how I feel when you try to blackmail me?” he said, moving my hand from his cheek. “I hate you a little more every day.”

Before I had time to process his words, his mouth was on mine. Our lips collided and our tongues entwined. Our damp, cold bodies warmed by passion as we kissed desperately, like it was the last time we’d ever kiss anyone.

Finally.