Free Las Vegas Layover by Eva Siedler

moving down the column of her throat toward her breastbone.
    Sebastian paused to look at her and a smile spread across his face. She looked so disgruntled. Probably because he’d stopped kissing just shy of her breasts. “There were a few things I wasn’t joking about.” She opened her mouth to question him, but he shook his head, laughing. “And of course I have condoms. I was coming to see you, and a man can hope.”
    She started to laugh, too, until he leaned down and pressed his mouth to her skin. She moaned as he laved at her nipple, working it to a tight peak. When he scraped his teeth over the tip, she writhed under him, whimpering. He rewarded her by blowing cool air over her wet, sensitized skin. Her hands tightened in his hair, trying to bring him back to her mouth.
    “Oh, no,” Sebastian said, refusing her silent demand. She growled at him and he chuckled. “Relax, beautiful. We’re going to be here for a while. You’re going to scream my name before I give you what you want.”
    He slid one hand to her shoulder, holding her against the mound of pillows at the head of the bed. Her chest heaved, the ragged sound of her breaths filling the air. So slowly it all but killed him, he moved his other hand to cover one breast, kneading with gentle fingers while he went back to worshiping its twin with his mouth.
    He desperately tried to hold on to his control as he suckled her. He caressed the creamy length of her thigh, down to her knee and back up, until he was gripping her gorgeous ass. She moaned his name again. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders and her back arched, pressing her breast more firmly to the damp heat of his mouth.
    Dying to finally see all of her, he pushed up to sit on his heels and forgot how to breathe. She was so beautiful it damn near broke him. Every flawless curve of ivory skin, naked and flushed rose with passion, begged for his attention. And for the first time in his adult life, he didn’t know where to start.
    His heart beat against his ribs as he watched her pulse thrum at the base of her throat, her chest pumping in the dim light shining from the bathroom. Even in his indecision, he couldn’t tolerate not touching her. His fingers tickled along her concave belly, loving the way her muscles tightened at the feather-light contact.
    He thought he’d be happy to sit there, staring at her for hours. But as his eyes continued the agonizingly blissful journey down her body, he snapped. Hooking one arm beneath each of her knees, he pulled her to the edge of the bed and propped her feet up on the top of the low dresser behind him.
    “What are you doing?” Clara squeaked.
    “I’m hungry.”
    Those two words and one cocked brow were all the answer she needed. “But I’ve never let anyone—”
    He hushed her protest with a swift, hard kiss and moved to kneel on the floor between her legs. “I’ll be gentle, sweetheart, I promise.”
    She shook her head, propping herself up on her elbows as tears welled in her eyes. “No. Please, don’t.”
    Sebastian knew he looked like a kid who’d had his candy snatched away, but he couldn’t help it. That was how it felt.
    Until she placed one small hand on his. “Don’t be gentle,” she whispered. “Don’t let me think.” Her fingers brushed over his cheekbone. “Take it all away, Sebastian. Take me away.”
    He stared hard into her eyes for one long second, searching her heart and his own. There was fear, a lot of fear. And sadness too. But there was also a fair amount of hope and faith. Faith in him. Another bolt of hot desire pierced him. But not the way it normally did, straight to his groin. This shock had better aim. It went directly through his heart.
    He nodded. To himself? To her? He didn’t know, but she lay back against the covers.
    Determined not to overwhelm her, he started at one ankle, kissing, nipping, licking an excruciatingly slow path toward the apex of her legs. One hand playing low on her belly at the edge of