Waiting for him to touch her everywhere.
He pulled back just enough to murmur, “Not wasting another second.” With that, he easily hoisted her up into his arms despite her small gasp of surprise, heading straight to his enormous dark cherry oak desk. Setting her gently onto the edge of it, he stepped back from. Her eyes were wide, that gorgeous flush still coloring her features, as she watched him quickly shuck off every single last bit of clothing.
Stepping away from his pants, he let her take a long look. He was completely hard, his cock boldly jutting away from his body. Lacey’s mouth, plump and luscious from the rough kiss he laid upon it, was open.
“Holy…wow,” was all she seemed able to manage. The dark marine of her eyes fixated on his cock, which both amused and pleased him tremendously.
“This is what you’ve created in me tonight. This is how you’ve been making me feel, Lacey.” His voice was low. Utterly honest. He felt his dragon beating at his mind with his wings, demanding to swoop in and claim her. Jaw tightening as he fought himself, Sebastian forced himself to stand still for Lacey’s gratifyingly fascinated inspection.
Slowly, so slowly, she looked back up, letting her gaze travel in leisurely, utterly appreciative manner along his body all the way back up to his eyes.
Sebastian felt something lurch oddly inside him at the sudden gravity in her stare. The utter seriousness he saw there was balanced with a reverence for not only him, but this moment. Eyes locked together, a very long beat passed, then another, with the two of them not saying a word as something deep, wild, and genuine leaped between them.
Inside, Sebastian’s dragon struggled for release.
Barely restraining himself, Sebastian managed to step to her side without simply ripping off her clothes and feasting on her lusciousness. Her captivating scent, inches away, threatened to overwhelm him. Quietly, he ordered, “Take your clothes off, Lacey. I want to see that gorgeous body of yours as naked as mine.”
She inhaled hard at that. By the rapid pulse he could sense throbbing in her neck, he knew sheer arousal roared through her as much as it did him. With only slightly shaking hands, she obeyed. Within moments, her very pretty dress lay in a neat pile on the desk, topped by her outrageously sexy pale pink bra and panties. Almost shyly, she looked back up at him. The luminous depths of her eyes caught at him again, tugging him down into something deep that might drown him if he wasn’t careful.
Voice rough, he said, “You’re stunning, Lacey. Now. Turn around and hold onto the desk.”
That took her off guard. Her eyes widened. “I—what?” Even so, he heard the ragged cadence beneath her words. A deep craving still brimmed there, blazing with heat.
Then her tongue slipped out, just touching one corner of her mouth as she stared at him in flustered yet still obvious arousal. Sebastian’s control slipped over the edge. “I had a vision of bending you over my desk, beautiful.” His voice slipped into the same raggedness as hers. “If you don’t want to do that, we won’t. But something,” and he leaned forward just enough to slide his tongue up her neck, eliciting a gasping little cry, “tells me you sure as hell want to do that.”
Half panting now, Lacey looked at him for a long moment. Then, very slowly but with absolute certainty in her movements, she turned around so that her beautiful ass pushed against him as she leaned herself forward over his desk, bending from her waist. Turning her head to one side, she rested her cheek on the gleaming dark blood-red surface, looking at him with a sensual, increasingly excited gaze that invited him in. Tendrils of blonde hair curled onto her neck from the upsweep hairdo still pinned to her head.
Very carefully, Sebastian reached down to the thick, shiny mass and loosened the pins until all her hair fell free, flowing down. He brushed it all to one side, then slowly slid one hand from the base of her neck all the way down her bare back, lightly running his fingers over the bumps of her spine. Accompanied by her uneven breaths and eager little sounds coming low from her throat, he let his fingers reach the sweet, soft roundness of her ass, open before him without shame or fear.
Vulnerable. Willing.
His.