Free Las Vegas Layover by Eva Siedler Page B

“Ride me.”
    He didn’t need to be told twice. Gripping her hips with both hands, Sebastian began a slow, rhythmic rock. Too soon he felt his own climax nearing. He wasn’t normally such a minute-man, but then nothing about being with Clara felt normal. Every nuance, every sensation was something more, something extraordinary.
    “Come with me, Clara,” he panted against her throat. “Scream for me again.” With one last earth-shattering thrust of his hips, she did just that, his name again on her lips.
    They lay together, limbs tangled, for what could have been seconds or hours. Time meant little as their frantic hearts calmed and their harsh breaths quieted. When Sebastian was finally pulled back to earth, he realized he was on his back, Clara tucked close against his chest. He was stroking her back with the tips of his fingers. It felt…right.
    “I want to see you again,” he said quietly as his hand continued the path that seemed to soothe them booth.
    Clara propped herself up on one elbow and stared at him.
    Sebastian didn’t say anything more. He couldn’t. The way she looked at him now, her clear green gaze so distant, it was as if he’d already lost her.

Chapter Eleven
    Clara was going to be sick. Did they really have to do this now? Couldn’t he let her have a few more moments in the fantasy? But Sebastian’s scowl said there would be no avoiding the issue. So she took a deep breath and faced the truth.
    “Look, I’m a big girl. You don’t have to pretend for me.” She sat up, leaning her back against the headboard and pulling the sheet tight to her body. “I knew what I was getting into.”
    “Well, that makes one of us,” Sebastian snarled, rolling out of bed and disappearing into the bathroom to get rid of the condom.
    Clara frowned. What did he have to be angry about? He did this kind of thing all the time. It was her heart that was breaking. When he walked back in, she demanded, “What was that supposed to mean?”
    He pulled a pair of boxers from the plastic bag and jerked them on. “It meant I didn’t know you’d kick me out of bed the second you got off.”
    She recoiled as if he’d slapped her. “I didn’t kick you anywhere. I just called bullshit because I don’t need to spend the next week wondering if you really will call when we both know you were just looking to get laid.”
    “You know what? I deserve that. I really do. There have been so many times when that was all I wanted. But not today.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he stood at the foot of the bed and glared at her. “Not from you.”
    She felt a rush of relief that made her dizzy. But she didn’t have time to think about it. Sebastian wasn’t finished yelling at her yet.
    “If you’ll remember, you’re the one who jumped me while I was in the shower trying to get a grip on myself.”
    Oh, she remembered all right. She’d definitely been the one getting a grip on things. The sight of him naked and soaking wet would both haunt her dreams and fuel her fantasies for years to come.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Clara said, groaning because here she was thinking about getting him naked. Again. “You were just an innocent bystander. Is that it?”
    “I was trying to—” Sebastian stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “You’ve always been honest with me, Clara. Don’t start lying now.”
    She bristled. “Don’t you dare call me a liar.”
    “If you try to tell me that this,” he motioned back and forth between them, “was nothing more than one night in Vegas, then I’ll call you a fucking liar all I want.”
    Tears clouded her eyes and her voice cracked. “How is it supposed to be anything else? I live in Charlotte. You live in St. Louis.”
    Sebastian shrugged. “I fly for free and I can bring you out to see me for really cheap if you want. I also get at least three days off a week. It’s not ideal, but it’s doable. I know married couples who