The Bad Guy - Page 69

“Done. I’ll get Timothy on it in the morning.”

I almost choked on my wine.

He rubbed my back. “Are you all right?”

“Fine, fine. I just didn’t think you’d—” Another cough shook me.

“Give you anything you asked for? Yes, I will.”

Except the one thing I want the most. I swatted the thought away as he took my wine glass and set it on the opposite side of the table.

After dabbing my mouth with the napkin, I set it on the table next to my dessert plate. “I couldn’t eat another bite.”

Sebastian nodded to Timothy. A few moments later, music started playing around us, the same slow song from the gala. My memory of that night no longer had quite the same mystery, perhaps because I’d solved the puzzle of Sebastian. Being devoured by a predator gives you a particularly close-up view of how they work.

“Care to dance?” He stood and offered his hand.

The wine had me rising to my feet and joining him. I reminded myself that I was freer than I had been since the day he’d lured me into his clutches. Enjoying it was all I could do. For now.

He pulled me close and guided my right hand over his heart. His left hand spanned my lower back, and we swayed to the music.

“Interesting music choice.”

“It brings back memories of the most important day of my life.” He pressed his lips to my ear. “It’s become one of my favorite tunes.”

My breath caught as he dropped his mouth to my neck. A protest rose from my lungs, but it never escaped my lips. His warm tongue swept along my jugular, and I melted against him, my curves flowing into the hard planes beneath his tux.

“I should have done this the first night we met.” He kissed to the front of my throat, our bodies still swaying to the music.

My nipples tightened against the fabric of the dress as he leaned me back and trailed kisses down my chest. With the swipe of his hand, he’d pushed the dress off one shoulder, and cool air assaulted my bare breast. His warm mouth followed, licking my nipple and sucking it into his mouth.

I gasped and held onto him as he slipped his other hand beneath the back of my skirt. Sliding up my thigh, he cupped my ass. Heat converged between my thighs as he kissed up my chest and claimed my lips. His mouth intoxicated me more than the wine ever could, his lips firm and insistent as his tongue sought entry. I opened, giving myself up to him.

His kiss was more brand than anything else. Would I ever be able to think of anyone but him the next time my lips met another’s? He reached beneath me, both hands on my ass, and lifted. I straddled him, wrapping my legs around his back and my arms around his neck. His deep groan rumbled against my chest. I wanted him, even if it was wrong and sick—I wanted to feel him move inside me.

He walked until my back pressed against the wide window overlooking the city. If I looked down, I’d see a straight drop. I didn’t look anywhere but at him. He ground against me, his hard cock pressing on my clit. Easing a hand beneath my thigh, his fingertips grazed my wet folds.

“Fuck.” He stroked me again. “No panties.” He used his teeth to pull my dress from my other shoulder, then sucked my nipple into his mouth.

I moaned and leaned my head against the window as he sucked and stroked me into a frenzy. I ran my hands through his hair as he dragged his teeth along my stiff peak. Everything in me screamed for him, wanted him inside me more than I’d ever wanted anyone.

Supporting me with one hand, he eased the other between us. I bucked when he slid his fingers past my clit and pressed them inside me.

“So fucking tight.” He sucked the pale skin of my breast in his mouth, leaving his mark as his fingers pushed inside me with a hot, fast rhythm.

I held onto his shoulders, the cold glass at my back doing nothing to cool the fire he’d lit inside me.

He kissed to my neck, his touch scorching me to my soul. I shivered, everything in my body in tune with the symphony he was conducting with his fingers.

“I need you, Camille.” His voice in my ear melted what tiny speck of resistance may have remained. “I have to feel you, all of you.”

I grabbed his jaw and pulled his face to mine.

His green eyes flickered with a desire that matched my own. “I’d never hurt you.” He pressed the heel of his palm against my clit, rubbing it in slow circles. “You know that.”

I did. He was capable of any number of horrible things, but I knew in the depths of my soul that he would never harm me.

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