Sebastian, however, didn’t seem to be aware of their surroundings. Or he simply didn’t care. This time, she could seduce him while he got lost in the sensations.
She was in full control and she was almost dizzy with the power. She knew she could ask for anything and he would give it to her. But she wanted something more. Ashley wanted—needed—Sebastian to surrender. She needed to see that he would do anything, give up control, just for the taste of her.
But how did one seduce a seducer? Could a man like Sebastian be seduced if he knew all the techniques and tricks? She knew she had to be daring. No fear. No hesitation.
Ashley deepened the kiss. She yanked off his tie and hastily unbuttoned his shirt. She stopped midway and flattened her hands against his warm skin. Sebastian moaned against her mouth as her fingertips tugged the dusting of dark curls on his chest.
She wanted more and shoved his jacket off and pulled his shirt down his arms. Tearing her mouth away from his, she kissed a trail down his chin and neck. She felt the choppy beat of his pulse and smiled as it matched hers.
Sebastian bunched her dress in his hands. She couldn’t strip bare for him. Not now. Not here. She stopped him, her hands firm against his. “Not yet,” she mumbled against his chest.
“Are you telling me what to do?” he teased.
By the end of the night, he wouldn’t notice that he was following her directions. He wouldn’t care that she was in charge. Sebastian would only notice how she made him go wild. He would find out just how much power she had over him.
“I’m telling you to be patient,” she corrected him as she grabbed his belt and pulled him closer. “Good things happen to those who wait.”
“I have never found that to be true,” he drawled.
She held his gaze steadily. “Trust me.” The agreement didn’t make them equals, but she needed his trust as much as she needed his touch.
Ashley was pleased when Sebastian reluctantly pulled his hands away from her dress and continued caressing her legs. Her fingers shook as they skimmed along his waist. Without taking her eyes off him, she slowly unbuckled his belt and pressed her hand against his erection. Her breath fizzled in her lungs when she realized how large and powerful he was. Her memory had not exaggerated.
“I’m not that patient,” he warned as she rubbed her palm against him.
“Good to know.” Her seduction was working. She had admired the restraint and patience he had displayed on Inez Key. It set him apart from the playboys she knew. Ashley knew he wasn’t reckless or impulsive, but now she knew he had a limit.
But knowing his limit didn’t make him any less dangerous. And right now she was feeling dangerous. She wasn’t ready to stop this. She didn’t think she could if she wanted to.
Ashley slowly unzipped his trousers and shoved them past his hips and down his legs. His hooded eyes glittered as he was sprawled half-naked before her. She couldn’t stop staring at his masculine beauty.
“Now you.” His voice was thick with desire as he reached for her.
She held up her hands. “Not yet.” Ashley wasn’t ready to give up the power that was rolling through her. She wanted to set the pace or he would take over. This would be the most brazen move she’d ever made.
She met his gaze as she wrapped her fingers around his thick penis. Sebastian hissed as she stroked him. She watched with fascination as he responded to her quickening pace. She felt his power underneath her skin and she wanted more of it.
Ashley knelt down in front of Sebastian and took him in her mouth. His deep moan echoed in the interior of the car as he clenched his hands into her hair. She loved the taste of him, loved driving him wild. She enjoyed the bite of pain as he twisted her hair in his fists and she welcomed his thrusts.
Just when she thought she was going to take him over the edge, Sebastian pulled away. She murmured her protest when he lifted her. She wasn’t going to let him take this away from her. Not now, not when she found the courage to take charge.
Ashley pushed Sebastian back in the seat and climbed on top of him. She straddled his hips and met his hot gaze. He didn’t look smug or arrogant anymore. He looked wild, almost savage.
She felt beautiful. Confident. She had the man who had invaded her dreams and taken over every waking moment underneath her. He was at her mercy.