Page 48 of The Sebastian Guarantee
She sprang from her chair like a revved-up Jack-in-the-Box. She couldn’t help it. She was no longer in control. The move was quasi-coordinated. Like they’d majored in chair jumping and flailing-body receiving, Sebastian caught her like a pro and drew her in close. His hands gripped her ass, locking her in place as she straddled him.
And holy titillating tumbling!This situation had gotten crazy-hot crazy-fast.
It wasn’t like she’d never touched the man. They’d hugged, cuddled, and held hands, but she’d never mounted him like she was the naughtiest cowgirl at the kissing critique rodeo. But this wasn’t nerdy Phoebe and her BFF, Sebby Cress. This was the American Man-eater and Mr. Lickable Abs, and nothing was off the table when it came to advancing the evolution of Phoebe Gale 2.0.
And speaking of evolution—kissing assessment or not, she decided to play by her own rules. She cuppedhisface inherhands and capturedhismouth. Their lips met in a crash of man-eater passion. She went in with no plan or agenda—simply the yearning to kiss and to be kissed. She gave herself freely, tasting and teasing. The rush of kissing this man was both nothing she’d ever expected and everything she’d always desired. There was no building up momentum. It was as if their mouths had been waiting for this moment, preparing for the very second their lips met.
Another fascinating development: sweet hallelujah, this man could kiss.
She raked her hands through his cropped hair, then wrapped her arms around his neck. Rolling her hips, her body followed the example of her mouth, moving to the beat of her rapid breaths. And it was safe to say Mr. Lickable Abs had noticed hergo get ’em-girlassessment enthusiasm. He slipped his hands beneath the trench, then froze.
She inched away and studied his face. “What is it?”
“Phoebe, you’re missing your knickers.”
Knickers.That word had never sounded hotter.
She swayed her hips from side to side, feeling the distinct pressure of skin on skin as his fingertips pressed into her bare ass.
That’s right, herknicker-lessbare ass.
“I took off everything before I put on the baby doll negligee. I’ve never tried on lingerie before. I figured it all had to go.”
He didn’t reply. Like he was savoring every second, his gaze inched downward. He slid his hands from her buttocks and took the tails of the trench’s belt into his hands. Deftly, he untied the belt. A dirty grin tipped the corners of his mouth as the material loosened. Feeling like a present being unwrapped, she inhaled as her coat opened, exposing the baby doll’s pink silkiness cradling her breasts. The smooth, flowy material hugged her curves, and thanks to her current position, the fabric bunched just below her waist.
Playing the seductress, she dipped her left shoulder, then her right, and allowed the stylish jacket to skim down her arms and drop onto her kitchen floor. She glanced at the discarded item. “That was a hella man-eater move, don’t you think?”
He twisted a lock of her hair between his fingers. “That might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Way to go, Phoebe 2.0!
Emboldened by Sebastian’s comment, she gripped his shoulders and rolled her hips, finding him rock-hard between her thighs. “Is that what I think it is?”
“I’ll tell you one thing. It’s not a cucumber,” he purred with nothing but brazen filth glittering in his eyes.
This man.
She chewed her lip, breaking character again. “It seems larger than the last time I saw it—like, a lot larger.”
He traced his fingertips along the bustline of her negligee. “That last time you saw it, we were ten years old, and you walked in on Oscar and me changing into our swim trunks when we were on your aunt and uncle’s boat.”
She pitched to her right, losing her balance. “You remember that?”
“Are you kidding?” he replied, steadying her. “I was terrified you’d never talk to me again.”
“Because I saw your . . .penis,” she whispered.
He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about saying that word.”
She flicked her wrist, going for the opposite of embarrassed. “I’m not embarrassed.”
Lie alert!Nerdy Phoebe, in fact, was mortified.
“Then say it,” he challenged.
Get in the game, girl.
Man-eater Phoebe 2.0 rocked her hips, slowly building friction between them. “Yourcockappears to enjoy having me on your lap. It also appears that your penis has grown since I last saw it.”
