It took everything in me to keep my voice steady as I spoke. “And that’s my cue to call it a night. I’m tired and I’m heading to bed.”

I practically ran up the stairs. Sebastien wasn’t half wrong, though. The way he had kissed me reminded me of the day in the dressing stall.

As soon as I got to my room and was about to close the door, Sebastien stopped me as he pushed against the door.

“W-what are you doing here?” I asked, backing away from the door as he stepped into the room.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Sebastien kept his eyes on me, and he used his foot to shut the door.

“W-what question?”

As Sebastien walked towards me, I stepped back until my knees hit the bed.

“Do you still want me?” He trailed a finger along my arm and goosebumps appeared as my nipples pressed harder against the fabric of my dress.

“N-no, I don’t.”

Sebastien looked down at me and then smiled. “It seems that your nipples have a different opinion, Delilah.”

Sebastien used his thumbs and rolled them over my nipples through the fabric of the dress. He pinched them gently, and I folded my lips in to stop myself from moaning. I took everything in me to keep standing at that point.

“Delilah, I’m going to ask you this one more time. If you say no, I’m walking out the door. Do you want me?” Sebastien asked in a husky tone.

He applied more pressure to my nipples and I closed my eyes and moaned, already feeling moist between my thighs.

“Open your eyes and say it,” he growled.

When I looked into Sebastien's eyes I saw hunger.

“I want you,” I whispered breathlessly.

A deep growl escaped his chest and he gently pressed my back against the bed as his mouth devoured mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I could feel his hard cock on my stomach, and I felt a pool of desire swirl between my thighs.

He moved one of his hands and undid the knot at the top of my dress. Bracing himself on one hand, he pushed the fabric below my breasts with the other, without breaking our kiss. A wave of panic rushed through me and I tried to cover myself. With one swift move, he grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand, and I squirmed beneath him, panting.

The intensity with which he looked at me made me turn away. My arms were flabby, my thighs had cellulite, and my shape was far from perfect. I’m sure Sebastien has had his fill of perfect women. What if he didn’t like what he saw when he removed my clothes?

Don’t you think it’s a little too late to think about that?

His voice cut through my thoughts sharply, “Delilah, look at me.”

My eyes snapped to his. What caught me off guard was the softness behind his eyes.

“Delilah Jennifer Malone, you are a beautiful woman. Don’t ever cover yourself from me, understand?”

I nodded hesitantly.

“I need an answer, Delilah. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

A look of satisfaction washed over his face. “Good.”

Sebastien lowered his head, his mouth hovering over my nipples, blowing gently on them, sending shivers through me. His tongue flickered and teased my nipples, shooting sparks of desire between my now-wet folds. Releasing my wrist, his hands moved to cup my breasts, molding them, and caressing them with care. A moan escaped my slightly parted lips as I arched my back, pushing my breasts deeper into his hands. By the time his mouth covered one breast and then the other, my breathing was coming in short gasps.

I wanted Sebastien.

No.