Page 13 of The Moon & His Tides
Then I blinked again, a hard closing of the eyes to erase the attraction I’d sketched out in his form.
He did the same.
I frowned at him, wondering madly if he’d been checking me out too.
When he winked, I knew for sure he had been, and desire shot like Cupid’s arrow straight through my chest to my groin, where it burst into flames.
For the first time in my life, I was attracted to a man.
“Sebastian Lombardi,” he said in a strong, low voice. “Good to meet you.”
I froze like a little boy caught red-handed with his fingers in the cookie jar. How did Savannah’s husband know me? Could he have hired a private investigator to follow us?
Adam Meyers’s hearty laugh cut through my panic, and when I finally focused on him, it was to see him shaking his head and collecting a lone tear from the corner of his fresh grass-green eye.
“Sebastian, good God, man, you should have seen your face. You looked practically apoplectic!” he said through his low laughter and stepped forward with his hand extended. “Adam Meyers, though obviously, you know that.”
I took his proffered hand, surprised by the electric current that spasmed between our joint palms and skittered up my arm.
“Obviously,” I managed to say dryly, which wrung another startlingly sexy chuckle from him. “And you obviously know who I am. May I ask how?”
He frowned and tilted his head to the side mockingly. “Why, you think I’m a bad husband? Because, Sebastian, let me tell you something, a good husband knowseveryonewho works for his wife, least of all to ensure her safety, most of all to curtail any jealousy. Normally,” he added the last with a slight shrug.
I had the feeling he was laughing at me, delighting in the sweat he could feel slicked to my palm, a palm he still held clasped in his own, loving the way I pressed my lips together and not just because he found it funny but because he liked the way my lips looked doing it.
My heart thundered like the old failing engine of my family’s 1965 Fiat 500. For the second time in my life, I felt drunk nearly to sickness with a combination of alarm and arousal.
“Normally?” I muttered.
His smirk widened, drawing my notice to his slightly fuller upper lip. I wondered how it would feel if I tested it between my teeth. “Normally,” he repeated with a blasé shrug. “Of course, what we have here isn’t exactly society’s definition of normal, is it, Sebastian?”
It unnerved me that he kept saying my name, but it completely nonplussed me that he said it withmeaningas though he’d looked up the definition of Sebastian and was moved to express it. And the way he conveyed it made me feel just as venerable and revered as the name denoted.
“You aren’t exactly acting normally right now, Mr. Meyers,” I said diplomatically because, in truth, I wanted to punch him in the gut.
Who was that forward yet convoluted during a first meeting?
I’d been speaking to him for ninety seconds, and he already had me twisted deftly into complex sailor’s knots.
He chuckled again and stepped even closer, nearly too close to be acceptable. “Ah, excuse me if this is the incorrect way to greet my wife’s lover. You see, I’ve never had such a meeting before. I don’t know the correct form of address.”
I blinked so hard I saw spots.
His grip on my hand tightened painfully, and his grin turned sly, wolfish. “You look shocked, Sebastian. Why is that? ‘Thou shalt not commit adultery’ in thought or in deed. You think my wife knowingly went behind my back and cavorted with her chauffeur?”
My mouth flapped open and closed like wet laundry hung to dry in the wind. The sheer force of my shock seized my system and made it impossible for me to even think, let alone respond.
Adam’s eyes glittered illicitly, stolen gems I coveted even in my current state. “Yes, Sebastian, my wife told me all about your little game together. How you made her spread those slim thighs and touch her pink cunt.”
I loved the way his dirty words sounded in his posh British accent, the way the wordcuntwas decadently round, a juicy morsel I wanted to eat off his tongue.
“She came home stinking of drink and sex, and when I made her bend over to show me her pussy, it was still so swollen andslick. I had to get on my knees, press that sweet arse higher, and lick her clean with my tongue.”
My stuttering breath wafted across his lips as he leaned, just for a second, into my face. “I half expected to find the salt taste of you inside her sweetness. And you know what, Sebastian?” He pulled away to an acceptable distance, but he pulled the air between us with him so it stretched taught and vibrating. “I wish I had.”
Unbidden, a groan rumbled through my chest.Cazzobut the image of the strong, powerfully built man on his knees behind delicate Savannah, holding her down, the span of his hand the entire width of her small waist, as he ate her and imagined eating me out of her… was enough to make a man weak in the knees. And I was not a man who succumbed to weakness of any sort.
Anger followed swiftly on the heels of my arousal, throwing kindling on the fire blazing in my belly until it raged inferno bright.
