Sebastian (The Billionaire Boyfriend #1) - Christina Benjamin Page 0,10

at him, trying to speak, but I am consumed by the depths of his dark gray eyes, the fullness of his lips, the nakedness of his flawless body. I try to pull away to escape him but his fingers capture my wrist, pulling me back.

We stare at each other, my chest rising and falling in shallow pants, his eyes narrowing on mine, until I can no longer resist.

I don’t know who moves first, but both of us spring back together at once, our lips desperate for one another’s.

Chapter 5

Sebastian

My feet slide dangerously across the damp bathroom floor, Holly’s body hot in my arms as I carry her toward the safety of carpet just across the threshold.

Her lips are soft as rose petals under mine, the tip of her hungry tongue brushing along the curve of my lower lip. Every now and then, she gives a faint gasp that makes the blood surging through my veins light on fire.

My fingers cup her curves, hoisting her against me, legs wrapping around my hips. Though I'm completely nude, she’s still dressed in her drenched blouse and jean shorts.

We’ll just have to change that, won’t we?

I peel her shirt away, still moving through the cramped apartment. I have no idea where her bedroom is, and neither one of us is interested in breaking the kiss to speak. As luck would have it, the first door we crash through has a bed inside. I toss Holly onto it and kick the door closed behind me.

“This is just physical,” Holly gasps against my lips as I recapture them. “This means nothing. Just once, that’s all.”

I don’t bother answering. I’m completely aware of the nature of this hookup. Instead I lightly suck her lower lip between my teeth, focusing solely on the earth-shattering bliss about to unfold between us.

Her eyes darken, narrowing on mine. Her face and chest are flushed with the rosy red of lust. When she senses I'm going to take my time with her she tries to pull me closer.

I can tell that Holly is a woman used to being in charge, but I have no intention of allowing her that position today. I take my time kissing the sides of her throat, leaving small love bites in the wake of my lips. It’s only when she pants my name, chest heaving, and body trembling that I know it’s time.

When we’ve wrung immeasurable pleasure from each other, we collapse against the wall. My head finds her neck, face burrowing into her now damp flesh as the aftershocks of intense gratification ripple through our bodies. Dizzy with raw ecstasy, I embrace her against me.

Though we don’t speak, the silence between us is consumed by the sound of our ragged, satisfied breathing.

Slowly I lift my head kissing her one more time before gently putting her back on the ground. She stumbles slightly to the side, giving me a weary smile when I straighten her back up.

We dress lazily after she grabs a dry outfit from her room and then we head back down to the bakery without a word of what happened.

One of the staff members had already iced the cupcakes and left them in boxes for me to take.

“I guess you’re ready to roll,” Holly murmurs softly.

Her voice carries the husk of sex in it. Just the sound makes me want to drag her back up to her little apartment and take her again, though instead of doing that I simply take the boxes.

“Thanks again for helping me out. If I know anyone else who’s looking for some dessert, I'll certainly point them this way.”

She nods silently, sweeping mussed hair from her eyes. A few of the workers give us the side eye, what happened between us apparent by the lust still on my face and the subtle redness of her skin. She gives another dazed smile, still basking in the glow of bliss. She follows me toward the door the same way someone would walk a date out after their night together.

We stand there for a long moment.

“That was . . . nice,” I offer uncertainly, not knowing how to talk to her now.

During my other one-night stands, I typically leave while my partner is sleeping. Now, I actually have to say a decent goodbye.

“It was, for a one-time thing,” Holly answers, as though she could read the hesitation in my mind. “Wish your sister the best for me.”

“I will. She’s having her dinner at The Plaza so these will fit right in.”

The conversation