She snorted and rolled off of him. “Just get naked already.”
“Your bossiness is sexy. It’s like you’re a roller-skating drill sergeant.” He stood up and pulled the wifebeater over his head, his muscles flexing in a way that made her breathless and weak.
Oh, god, another one of his bad comparisons. She couldn’t stop giggling. “Really, Basty, I’m glad you’re not a writer.”
“Ugh, that nickname.” He shuddered and dropped his boxer briefs. “I think it’s the only thing worse than Nugget.”
“Then what should I call you?” She stared at the muscles of his ass as he moved. And his cock, which was erect and bigger than she remembered. Really, she just liked staring at him.
He pretended to consider for a moment. “Stud?”
Another round of giggles swept over her, and his boyish grin told her that he was not serious. But that was just fine. “Then come back to bed, stud.” She patted the mattress next to her. She was having such a wonderful time that she wasn’t even considering being nervous anymore. Her skates were big and bulky on her feet, but she didn’t care. She felt sexy and desirable.
He got down on his hands and knees and prowled toward her on the mattress, then leaned in and gave her another deep, seeking kiss that made her breathless. Her hand automatically stole between her legs, and she was surprised to find herself utterly soaked with arousal. Sebastian lifted his head and glanced down, where her fingers were stroking through her folds. “I’d give anything to be those fingers right now.”
“Yeah?” Her breath was an excited little whisper, and she spread her thighs a bit wider so he could watch her touch herself.
“God, yes. I want to bury my face there and not come up for air, ever.”
His words were turning her on. “What about my breasts?” They ached under her top, her nipples scraping against the fabric as she shifted on the bed.
“Oh, I’d definitely give them some attention, too. Take those sweet nipples in my mouth and just lick them for hours.”
She whimpered, because that sounded so good. Her fingers stroked her clit, and she sucked in a breath at how aroused she was.
He brushed another kiss over her mouth. “Where do you want to be touched, Chelsea?”
She responded by hitching her top up, revealing her breasts.
“Mmm, such pretty breasts.” He began to kiss her again, and one hand cupped one exposed breast. The feel of his warm hand against her skin was shocking, and she gasped against his mouth. His thumb grazed her nipple, and then she whimpered against him, licking at his tongue. “You want my mouth on yours or you want it on your breasts, baby?”
She had to choose? She wanted his mouth everywhere. It didn’t seem fair to have to decide. “You pick,” she panted.
He shook his head slowly, lips grazing over hers. “You’re in charge, Chelsea. My body may be over yours, but you’re calling the shots.”
His acknowledgment of that sent another little thrill through her body. Her fingers slid even more quickly around her clit, circling it and dragging wetness around the small bud. “My breasts,” she murmured. “Put your mouth on them.”
Sebastian began to kiss lower, moving down her throat and to her collarbones, then where her uniform was bunched up over her breasts. He pushed the material a little higher up and then began to kiss the soft slopes of her breasts. Her nipples ached with need and she moaned, arching up against his mouth. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” His tongue dipped out, tracing a line on her skin. “Please taste your skin? Because I am. You’re sweet and soft and like honey in my mouth. I can’t wait until you tell me I can go lower.” His voice was husky and confident, and his talk was making her squirm as much as his mouth was.
And he felt good, but he wasn’t quite where she wanted him to be. It was like he was deliberately avoiding the twin spots of pleasure that were her nipples. “Please lick my nipples, Sebastian.”