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“They’re in my bag,” he said with a relaxed grin. “It’s all in my bag. That way they won’t hurt me again when they wanna take my stuff.”
My heart ached for him at the admission. Not only had the assault he’d experienced ended his career, it’d changed the way he lived his life. It was one of many topics I hoped to talk to him about once he was sober.
I searched his bag and found the keys, then got the front door open. I helped Sebastian inside, then propped him up against the wall next to the door as I got the front door relocked. He’d woken up enough that his hands started roaming again. I tried to remind myself he wasn’t in any position to be engaging in any kind of behavior except sleep when he leaned up on his tiptoes and sought out my mouth. I managed to resist for all of half a second. But when the tip of his tongue slid over my lower lip, I let out a groan and dropped his bag to the floor so I could put both my arms around him. I had no clue how he’d done it, but he’d turned me into a full-blown addict for his kisses.
Sebastian made that sexy little whimpering sound in the back of his throat when I took over the kiss. His arms went around my neck, then his fingers were winding into my hair.
I wasn’t sure how long we kissed for, but the more we did, the more frantic Sebastian became. His hands left my hair, but only so he could work the buttons of his pants, then mine.
“Sebastian, wait,” I tried to say, but his mouth was too busy working its magic on my skin. Somehow, he managed to get my shirt open and was sucking on my throat at the same time he got his own clothes off. The few times he had to release his mouth to remove an article of clothing, I could only stare at him as he revealed himself to me piece by gorgeous piece. When he was left in nothing but his underwear, which wasn’t anything more than a flesh-colored thong, his hands went to work on my tux jacket. I had braced myself against the door with one hand so I could watch Sebastian as he undressed. My brain was yelling at me to stop all this, but my free hand was working independently of my mind. I let my fingertips slide along Sebastian’s side and over his hip. He trembled and closed his eyes, pausing only briefly in working open the final buttons on my shirt.
His body was like a work of art. His skin was impossibly smooth and tight, and I could feel the flex of one muscle after another as I caressed first the curve of his hip, then the slope of his ass. I wasn’t a guy who’d slept with tons of women, but I’d been with a decent amount.
And I couldn’t remember any of them turning me on the way the man standing before me did. Yes, I’d enjoyed having sex with them and had even dated some of the women long enough to be deemed in a relationship, but not once had I felt this level of need.
Like I couldn’t take my next breath if Sebastian wasn’t there to share it with me.
“So beautiful,” I murmured.
Sebastian swallowed hard, then he was pressing his forehead against my chest. The move was strangely more intimate than what we’d been doing. My libido was raging, but I managed to quell it as Sebastian wrapped his arms around me. I dropped the hand I’d had against the wall to the back of his neck and just held him for a moment. When he lifted his eyes, I saw that they looked clearer than they had earlier in the evening.
Clearly, a considerable amount of the alcohol’s effects had worn off and he was aware of what he was doing and who he was with. And whatever tiredness he’d been feeling when we’d left the fundraiser was gone too.
“Devon?” he said softly.
“Yeah, baby?” I kept rubbing the back of his neck because he seemed to like it.
“I want… I want…”
I leaned down and nuzzled his throat. “What do you want, Bastian?”
Sebastian dropped his head back to give me better access. I nipped and sucked my way down his neck, paying special attention to his thrumming pulse point. I had to ask him the question again and stop teasing him with touches to get him to answer me.
When he did, his pretty eyes met mine dead on and he whispered, “I want to pretend you’re mine for a little longer, okay? Please?”
I was about to tell him there was nothing “pretend” about what was happening, but he covered my mouth with his before I could say anything. I was putty in his hands after that and when he murmured, “Lift me up,” against my mouth, I happily complied. He wasn’t light since he was so muscled, but the second he wrapped his legs around my waist, I shoved him against the wall so I could use it to support him. I ate at his mouth, drank from his lips, and drowned in every touch as I cradled his ass in my palms.
