Never Gonna Happen - Cynthia Eden Page 0,17
hadn’t just pressed into the hardwood in an effort to lift up her body and get her closer to his mouth. “It would be a mistake.”
His eyes flared. “No, Alyssa, it’s not safe for—”
“Kissing you would be an absolute mistake, so why am I even thinking about it?” Alyssa continued. She had an unfortunate habit of often saying what she thought. When she was stressed, the truth tended to pop out.
She felt seriously stressed.
“You’re thinking about it?” If possible, his voice deepened even more. “You’re thinking about what it would be like to have my mouth on yours, my tongue tasting you?”
Yes. So much yes.
“Welcome to my world, baby.”
His world? He wanted her, too? “Then kiss me.” The dare slipped out too fast for her to stop.
His mouth took hers.
Maybe she should have jerked away. Shoved him away. She didn’t because the truth was that Alyssa had been wondering how Sebastian would taste for a very long time. So when his lips pressed over hers, she didn’t back away. She shot even higher onto her toes and pushed against him.
Her mouth opened. His tongue slid past her lips.
And, God…
Better than dreams.
He kissed her with a hot, possessive desire that had a moan building in her throat. He tasted her like she was the best wine he’d ever had. He used his tongue and his lips, and he had her arching toward him because she wanted more. So much more. The kind of more that would make her rip off his shirt and forget who she was and why they were so wrong together. The kind that would make her forget everything but how they could feel together.
That had always been her fear.
That his kiss would be so good…she wouldn’t care about anything else.
Her breasts were aching, the nipples tight and all eager. She could even feel her panties getting wet. Just from a kiss.
If she responded this way to his mouth on hers, what would happen if their clothes were gone, if he was naked and she was naked and—
“No!” Now she shoved against him. “We are not getting naked.”
His breath sawed in and out. His pupils were huge, turning his eyes dark, and the handsome lines of his face seemed savage.
“We are not getting naked,” Alyssa repeated as she panted.
“Didn’t realize that option was on the table.” His voice…like rough sex.
She locked her knees. “I was just…” Alyssa licked her lips and tasted him. Oh, God. I tasted him. “I was letting it be known that wasn’t going to happen.”
“Pity. Getting you naked is pretty much item one on my top ten dream list.”
“What?” Shock ripped through her. He fantasized about her? Was that what he was saying?
“Fuck.” His eyes squeezed shut. “Ignore me. I’m a horny bastard, and you need to go to bed with me.”
“What?”
His eyes flew back open. “I mean, you need to go to bed alone. I said alone the first time, you just misheard me.”
Her heart was about to burst out of her chest. “It’s the adrenaline.”
He swallowed. She saw his hands clench and release. Clench and release. “There is a whole lot of adrenaline going on,” he muttered.
Adrenaline. Lust. Fear. She spun on her heel. “Fine. I will stay the night.” She was practically running for the stairs. “Just because things are crazy. Because someone shot at me, and I think it’s only smart to stay in a secure environment until we find out more.” Her words were flying out now. She grabbed for the bannister.
“Alyssa.”
The way the man said her name…She had to lock her knees again. She’d never had to deal with an adrenaline rush like this before. Normally, the wildest thing she did was ride a roller coaster every now and then. But even when she did that, she would scream her way through the ride.
Tonight…this was a thousand times more intense than a roller coaster. Her whole body was quivering. Her heart racing. Her breath heaving…
Her sex quivering.
Her breasts aching…
Wait…those last two didn’t come from adrenaline rushes. They came from…
Alyssa cast a horrified glance over her shoulder.
They came because I want him.
“Why did you kiss me?” Sebastian asked her.
“Why did you kiss me?” Alyssa threw right back. Oh, no. She shouldn’t have said that. Take control of the situation. “Adrenaline,” she announced, hoping her voice was crisp and not sultry. Even to her own ears, though, it sounded sultry. Huge difference between crisp and sultry. “I was riding an adrenaline high, and I acted impulsively. Didn’t mean anything.”
A nod.