Never Gonna Happen - Cynthia Eden Page 0,39
proven that she wanted him, and if she was giving him this chance…
I will take her.
His hands curved around her hips. He lifted her up, holding her easily, and he whirled to pin her against the wall. His tongue met hers. God, she was so sweet. So delicious. He could kiss her for hours. Forever.
He wasn’t restrained or controlled. Wasn’t trying to seduce. He was way past the point of seduction. He was wild with his need. Desperate for her, and when she released a little moan, it made his whole body shudder.
Her breasts pushed against the thin t-shirt she wore. When she’d first come into his bedroom, he’d been able to see the outline of her nipples. He wanted those nipples in his mouth. Wanted his mouth on every single part of her body.
He kissed her, deep and hard, and then he started working his mouth down her throat. Licking her skin. Lightly using the edge of his teeth. He felt her pulse racing beneath his mouth. Such a fast, frantic beat.
He hoisted her higher. Moved her body easily. Bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth. The shirt was between him and her flesh, but she still arched toward him and gasped out his name.
The clothes needed to go.
He wanted her.
Every single inch of her.
Her hips were rocking against him. Pushing against him in a hungry rhythm. His cock shoved against the front of his boxers. They were doing nothing to hold him in check. His cock wanted her open and spread. Sebastian wanted to sink into her as far as he could go.
He wanted her to scream and come.
All night long.
Her clothes had to go.
“Why are we against the wall…” Her words were husky and sensual and made his cock twitch even more. “When the bed is right there?”
“Because…” He lifted his head. Stared into her eyes so she would get the message completely. “If I get you in my bed, I’ll fuck you.”
She licked her lips.
He had to kiss her again. Had to sink his tongue into her mouth. Had to taste and take and—
He tore his mouth away. Held her pinned against the wall. Realized her legs were wrapped around him. Her core shoving against his cock.
I want in.
His control was razor thin. He needed to get his ass in check. Five minutes ago, she’d been terrified of him.
A kiss was one thing. The wild fucking he had in mind was something else entirely.
“I need to touch you,” he rumbled. “Can I touch you?”
“You are touching me,” Alyssa pointed out breathlessly.
“Clothes are in the way.” He wanted to rip them off her. He wanted—
His jaw locked. He caught her legs. Slowly lowered them. Took them away from his waist and eased her so that she was standing in front of the wall.
Because if she keeps those sexy legs around my hips…
He should move back. Step away. Instead, his hands slammed into the wall on either side of her head.
He sucked in a breath. One. Two. Three. The breaths were supposed to help calm him down. Instead, with every breath, he pulled in more of her sweet scent.
Lavender.
His mouth was watering.
“Maybe I should be more clear…since you seem caught up on this.” Her breathless voice was sexy as hell. “I want your hands on me. See what I’m doing here? I’m saying…I want your hands on me.”
He’d squeezed his eyes shut, but at her words—those very, very deliberate words—his eyes flew open.
He stared into her dark gaze. Saw her need. The wild need that matched his own. The flecks of gold in her eyes had gone molten. Her lips were red and swollen from his mouth.
“Touch me,” Alyssa whispered as she held his gaze. “Where I need you most.”
He was about to come. He wanted her that badly. Her words were making him shudder.
And…
His right hand fell down to her waist. He shoved down her jogging pants. They pooled on the floor. She wore the smallest scrap of white underwear he’d ever seen.
Every bit of moisture dried up from his mouth.
His hand slid down to the front of her panties.
She parted her legs a little more.
For me.
His finger worked under the edge of those panties. Slid between her silken folds. She was wet.
For me.
His heartbeat pounded. Sounded like thunder as his fingers—first one, then another—worked up inside of her. She was so tight. Tight and hot, and she tipped back her head and moaned his name.
His thumb brushed over her clit. His fingers thrust