Weekend Lover (3 page)

“
You seem impatient,” he
said.

“
You're too
patient.”

He shook his head, gripping her waist and
lifting just the slightest against her core. “I'm letting the lady
go first.”

“
We're taking turns?” Her
skin heated from the sudden flush.

His tongue skated across her bottom lip. “No
pressure. I'm easily impressed.”

“
Easily impressed sounds
like I can do well enough and skate by. And that
you
won't. This is a
competition, too?” Her heart beat thumped in her ears.

“
Oh, you have a competitive
streak?” His voice deepened, sounding completely aroused. “This
should be interesting. The moment I said competitive you looked
more turned on than when I touched you.”

He probably wasn’t exaggerating. In her line
of business you had to be the best of the best. Knowing she could
win, even a contest without a prize—it revved her engine to say the
least. But that would mean taking things slow again. She bit her
lip and weighed her options. Losing wouldn't be losing. She'd get
what she wanted—him for the night. Nicole winced. It would still be
losing.

He had the nerve to laugh at her pained
expression. It rolled out of him, slick and charming. The kind of a
laugh a man shared with his lover. To pay him back for it, and
because the intimacy hardened her nipples, Nicole ground against
him, her panties obstructing all the pleasure that could be derived
from the action. The sensation sparked a delicious need anyway, so
she did it again. Maybe if they hadn't started kissing down in the
bar or in the hallway, she would have been able to hold out and
give him a run for his money. But she was too tense and tight and
wet to wait any longer.

“
Let's get more
comfortable,” she murmured, voice husky with desire. She stood,
undressing as she headed to the bed.

He’d paid a pretty penny for the suite. It
looked more like a chic apartment than a hotel room. There wasn't a
kitchenette, but a kitchen, along with a 'fridge and dining table.
There was more, but all she could focus on was the down comforter
covering the expansive bed. She glanced over her shoulder and his
gaze watched each movement. Far from rail thin, there was plenty
for him to watch as she climbed onto the soft mattress and knelt on
the edge of the bed, facing him.

Sebastian stood, never letting his gaze leave
hers as he undressed with methodical precision. What could she say
about the sight of him naked? The hard muscles sculpted him into
something that looked hard and unyielding, so unlike his
personality. From head to toe she couldn't question his
masculinity. The weight of the proof that he was all man hung heavy
with need. No, she couldn't wait, not even to win a
competition.

He marred her view for the time it took to
root around in his wallet, find a condom and slide it on. “Now how
do you want me, Nicole?”

The question filled her mind with fantasies
she couldn't quite confess out loud, like being dominated in a way
that took the control from her grasp, but still fed the ache
swelling her sex. “On the bed, on your back and assuming the
position.”

“
No foreplay? That's not
using me to your full advantage.”

She pursed her lips and considered the
implied promise. “It isn't?”

“
Let's remedy
that.”

Sebastian walked forward with absolute
swagger and stopped mere inches from bringing them skin to skin.
Lip to chest. He cupped her chin with his thumb and forefinger and
arched her head up. With his other hand he took out of the pins in
her hair. He sank his fingers in the soft tendrils and gripped them
in his fist. The grasp was tight, but still felt nice and
comfortable. Feelings she didn't desire. She wanted hot and fast.
Not something she would look back on and sigh with regret for what
would never be. She didn't want to romanticize him or the moment.
She'd have to walk away in just a few hours and forget him. And he
didn't help.

Sebastian bent down and brushed his lips
against hers, teasing out a moan and the worries floated away on
the tender caress. “I want you like this. You're head back and your
ass arched up. But first you get what you want.”

The briefest touch, the low-spoken words
puckered her nipples and she started to question her demand to skip
foreplay. “Now I'm curious about what you have in mind?”

He loosened the hold on her hair to run his
hands down Nicole's back to her waist, and then swept her off the
bed. Her heart shot into her throat. The move was unexpected, but
she wrapped her legs around his waist and clasped her arms behind
his head. He was taking the control.

“
Oh my, Sebastian. That was
so manly.” Though her words were playful, her core slicked with
arousal. She wanted to slide down lower to sink onto his cock. Or
simply have the bulbous crown of his hardened length rub her
clit.

“
Patience,” he insisted. “As
I told you before, I like being used in this way. Now, what I think
you really want is to end all this build up and come on my
cock.”

Her breath caught in her throat. This wasn't
talk of an affable man, the kind who would grin or laugh. Not from
the way his eyes had darkened and his voice grew gruff.

“
When you put it that way,
you're absolutely right.”

He settled onto the edge of bed where she had
knelt, her ass supported by his thighs and her sex finally nestled
along his. “Good, because I know a way to give you exactly what
you're asking for. All you have to do is hold on. Do you think you
can do that, Nicole?”

His gaze intensified and there was nothing
light or frothy to be found there. He reached down between them and
ran his thumb over the swollen nub, testing her arousal. She
moaned.

He blew out a breath. “You're wet and ready
for me. Just hold on.”

Sebastian lifted her ass and positioned his
cock right at her entrance. She didn't know how he'd move in the
position they were in, but from the way his gaze narrowed she
didn't doubt he'd find a way. He opened his legs, loosened his hold
on her waist and she dropped down onto his sex.

Full of and stretched by him, Nicole tried to
suck in a breath but whimpered instead. She glanced down at their
joined sex and moaned. She was more than ready to come apart and he
wasn't even all the way in. She tightened around him.

He lifted her again, his breath hissing out.
“I thought you had more spunk than to be out for the count with one
stroke.”

She couldn't laugh with him stretching her,
deep, but not deep enough. “I'm going to bite you for that comment
later.”

He chuckled and dropped her onto his dick.
Her next reply got lost on a moan. Not giving her time to recover,
he worked her up and down his sex. From the way he had her between
his legs, she had to take it, no matter how deep or shallow the
strokes. Her skin slicked with sweat and Nicole was the one the
being worked. His lids grew heavier, but there was no hesitation in
his movements to glide her up and down his shaft. The tenor of her
moans changed, faster and higher, and he kept right on making her
take it, stealing her control over her own body and thoughts.

If thought could have been a
possibility, it would have only told him to not stop. Deeper.
Faster. Harder. Yes, goddamn it.
Work?
The only thing that had to keep
working was his cock, sliding in and out.

This was their first time and what she should
have done, she hadn't. Now it was too late. He was going to win, no
question. The things he murmured barely penetrated or simply
couldn't. Not while his cock did most of the talking.

The words he spoke graveled out of his
throat, husky but clear. This was a competition any damn way. She
would come first, hard, and all over his dick. His words were dirty
and smug and exactly what she wanted to hear.

He'd known what to do, and she hadn't shared
any of her fantasies with him. It was completely against her
personality to lose control, and she tried to hold out on the
orgasm building where their bodies were intertwined. Really, she
did try hard, but he was so damn hard inside her and so slick from
her arousal, that she couldn't stop the quickening of her sex.

“
Yes,” he said. “I think
you're ready now.”

Nicole had no idea what he meant, but she
didn't doubt that he knew. Sebastian gripped her hips, held her
still and slid his ass off the edge of the bed. Her feet grazed the
floor and her toes curled in the plush carpet. He grunted, deeper
inside her now.

He tested the position by raising her off his
lap and surging upward. She fisted her hands in the soft strands of
his midnight black hair at the nape of his neck, because she
finally knew what he planned to do. The bulk to his frame wasn't
for show. With his back still supported by the bed, he used the
position as leverage to lift his hips and pound into her. And
because he still had a grip on Nicole, she still had to take it.
All of him. Harder and slicker. In and out.

She tightened around him, her skin flushing
with heat and nipples taut, wanting attention. Her moans grew
shallow and she stiffened as his cock continued to coax the climax
wresting through her. The orgasm stole her breath. His shaft
hardened, gliding deeper into her as she did come on his cock.
Sebastian's groan sounded pained as he came. He thrust faster, and
then a slow grind before he stopped. His breath heaved out, but he
wrapped his arms around her waist and slid the rest of the way to
the floor.

Nicole waited until her heart slowed before
seeking out the crook of his neck. She nipped at the sweat-slicked
skin and he trembled.

“
I lasted longer than one
stroke,” she said.

“
You did.”

“
You're legs are going to
hurt like a son of a bitch tomorrow.”

“
That's tomorrow's worry.
First we eat, and then I get my turn.”

She shifted to stare at him. “Excuse me?”

He rested his head on the
bed and grinned at her. “Oh, sweetheart, that wasn't the main
entree.
That
was
just the appetizer.”

Nicole had wondered before what the hell
she'd gotten herself into. No, she'd no idea, but she damn sure
wanted to know.

Chapter Four

Sebastian hadn't expected to come the first
time out, but her skin had flushed and her nipples had puckered
right there in his goddamn face, and then she'd tightened around
him...He fucking loved it.

What made it so much better is that she’d
surprised him, and not much did these days. He had his ambition. It
sure as shit wasn't a soft and warm woman in his bed, but he knew,
if need be, he could find one. But then she'd bit his shoulder as
the promised payback, a little breathless and so very flushed.
Nicole had surprised him and he liked it.

He hadn't wanted her to leave the hotel room.
It bugged Sebastian now, but he didn't regret the request for more
time. They'd moved to the kitchen and since then she had tried to
fit the entire food platter on the small plate. She'd already
tucked away the steak and potatoes and was working her way through
the fruit.

He cut into his rare steak and considered
her. “I can order another steak if you want.”

“
No, I'm good.” She swirled
the strawberry in the chocolate sauce and devoured it in one
bite.

He wanted to believe their situation gave her
the comfort to eat like this in front of him. To relax and to let
loose with exactly what she thought. She didn't mind him seeing the
real Nicole. The likely truth had everything to do with it being in
the middle of the night and him being a stranger she had no
intention of seeing again.

He pushed that worrying belief aside.
“Watching you, I know you're not from L.A.”

“
Why?”

“
You actually
eat.”

“
Haven't all day. Didn't
realize how hungry I was until there was gravy and potatoes for me
to dive face first into.” She closed the top of the robe, covering
the beautiful curve between her breasts he'd let his gaze feasts on
while they ate. She crossed one arm over her stomach and sat back
from the table. “That was delicious. Thank you. You're being so
gentlemanly.”

He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Take
heart, I won't be in a little bit.”

“
You keep making these dirty
promises. I'm starting to think you're all talk.”

He chewed another piece of steak before he
answered, “A hazard in my line of work.”

“
But we aren't talking about
our jobs, remember? So tell me about your childhood, because, of
course, that's not a landmine.”

He considered the boundaries from earlier and
shrugged again. “Two parent home. Loving and quite boring when you
hear some of the stories from actors and writers. I think my
parents wonder why the hell I am the way I am. I'm not settled down
nor do I have plans to be.” An old memory dredged up and turned the
food in his mouth to dust. He put down his fork. “I've always been
able to talk my way into and out of trouble.”

“
That, I can see.” She let
out a breath. “Me? I came from a single parent home. My father
raised me. My mother up and left one day. Turns out, after she
left, my mother started a family with someone else.” She stuffed
another strawberry in her mouth. “I should be bitter over that, but
why should I give a crap about a woman who didn't care enough to
send a postcard on my birthday, at least? Of course, my father felt
guilty for this and spoiled me rotten. It's a miracle I'm not some
Prima Donna bitch.”