Sebastian/Aristide (Bayou Heat) (6 page)

His head lowered, his lips closing over the sensitive nipple. “And this?”

Her head dropped back, a low purr vibrating in her chest.

“Oh…hell, yes.”

Softly chuckling at her eager response, Sebastian leashed his urge to pounce. Falling on her like a rabid puma probably wasn’t the best idea. Not for their first time.

Continuing to tease her nipple with his tongue, Sebastian deftly slid down the zipper of her slacks, eager to feel her naked body pressed against his. When there was no protest from Reny, he slowly began to peel them downward, lowering himself to his knees as he efficiently tugged off her sensible shoes before he finished stripping her.

Then, still kneeling, he allowed himself to drink in her beauty.

She was long and slender, but had the firm muscles of a Pantera rippling beneath her smooth skin.

Excitement scorched through him as his attention lingered on the tiny triangle of silk that was all that covered her. Well…it didn’t actually
cover
much.

Who would have suspected that beneath all that starch Reny Smith, FBI agent, was a woman who wore a bright red thong?

His cat snarled, urging him to rethink that whole ‘no pouncing’ decision.

Once again, however, he restrained his primitive impulse.

Instead, he skimmed his lips up the flat plane of her stomach, the valley between her breasts, at last halting at the pulse that beat wildly at the base of her neck.

She made a sound of impatience, her lips parting willingly as he at last claimed her mouth in a kiss of sheer possession.

“Sebastian,” she moaned.

“If you have any intention of changing your mind, it’d better be quick, sugar,” he warned. “My control is about to snap.”

“Let it snap,” she whispered against his lips.

“Last chance,” he offered, his hands clenching the gentle swell of her hips.

He knew once he had a taste of her it would not be enough.

Because this is way more than the mating heat.

This woman belongs in my arms.

The unnerving words seared through his mind before he could halt them.

“My last chance ended when I arrived in New Orleans,” she retorted, shivering as his tongue swiped between her lips in a very feline gesture. “I should never have left New York.”

“I would have found you, Reny Smith,” he said, grasping her hand to gently place it against his pulsing arousal. “This moment was fated from the day we were born.”

She held his gaze as her fingers traced his hard cock that strained against his zipper, her eyes glowing with the power of her cat.

Hunger clawed deep within him. Okay, maybe no pouncing, but a raw, pagan night of sex was becoming far more likely.

As if deliberately attempting to drive Sebastian out of his mind, Reny tugged down the zipper of his slacks, releasing the heavy thrust of his erection.

“And I’ve never been so damned happy with destiny in my entire life,” Sebastian managed to croak, shuddering at the hot surge of pleasure.

Heat spiked the air as she lightly skimmed her fingers down his thick length.

“I don’t believe in that mumbo-jumbo,” she muttered.

“You should. Fate brought you to me,” he growled, his hands tightening on her hips as he sought to leash his eager cat.

“No, I control my own life,” she stubbornly insisted, her hand moving steadily lower.

“Reny…” He muttered a curse, his eyes clenching shut. How the hell was he supposed to argue when he was one stroke away from a climax? “Are you deliberately trying to torture me?”

She discovered his tender sack and lightly squeezed. “Would I do that?”

“Yes,” he choked, grasping her wrist to halt the exquisite torment. “No more.”

“Why not?”

Forcing his eyes open, he met the glowing moss green eyes. “Because just your touch is about to make me explode.”

The spicy scent of her arousal spiked at his blunt words. “And that’s a bad thing?”

“Not bad,” he husked. “But I want to be buried deep inside you when I come.”

She shivered, responding to the stark need in his voice. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Good question.

Granted, he wasn’t like many of his people. He was calm, calculated. Capable of considering a situation from multiple viewpoints.

That’s what made him such a successful Diplomat. He didn’t allow his instincts to rule him.

But now…

Now he wanted to plunge into the incandescent pleasure that was heating his blood to a fever pitch. He wanted to forget the danger that continued to threaten the Wildlands. And the knowledge that Raphael was depending on him to bring an end to the humans’ mounting fear.

He just wanted to become lost in his hunger for a woman who was stirring emotions that should have terrified the hell out of him.

With a slow, sensuous gesture, Sebastian loosened his grip on her wrist at the same moment he captured her lips with a blazing kiss. She opened her mouth to invite the invasion of his tongue, her hand moving down his cock with a stroke that made his back arch in pure bliss.

Gliding his lips over the flushed skin of her cheeks, he discovered the sensitive spot just below her ear. She shivered in response, her heart pounding so loudly that Sebastian didn’t need to be Pantera to hear it.

He used her soft sighs to guide his growingly insistent caresses, focused on her pleasure even as his hips began to pump in rhythm with her forceful strokes.

Oh…hell.

This wasn’t how he expected this to play out, but it felt so fucking good.

Reaching that surprising thong, Sebastian ripped it away with one firm tug. Screw subtle.

He had one goal in mind, and nothing was allowed to stand in his way.

Skimming his hand over the curve of her thigh, Sebastian gently urged her legs to part, giving his fingers access to her most tender flesh.

A low growl rumbled in his throat as he parted her folds to discover that she was already damp and eager for his touch.

“Christ,” she muttered, her hand unwittingly clenching on his cock as he pressed a finger into her body.

Not that he protested. Hell, no. He was all about muttering soft words of encouragement as he caressed her with a growing urgency.

His cat growled in frustration, wanting to possess the female in a far more intimate way, but Sebastian ignored the burning need to press her against the wall and fuck her until she screamed in pleasure.

Reny wasn’t used to having sex with a Pantera male.

He needed to blunt the savage edge of his need.

Besides, the blissful pressure clenching his lower body was swiftly reaching the point of no return. He was fiercely determined to ensure her pleasure before claiming his own.

Lowering his head, Sebastian sucked the tip of her nipple in his mouth, using his teeth to tease her as his finger slid in and out of her slick channel. She whimpered softly, her hand stroking him with greater urgency.

He could sense that she was close.

Her spicy heat filled the room, intoxicating his senses.

Her breath locked in her throat, her back arching. Then, with a soft cry, she shuddered in completion, her last, insistent tug of his erection causing him to cry out as his climax slammed through him and the world shattered in pleasure.

Wrapping her in his arms, Sebastian had to smile.

Reny was wrong.

This had to be fate.

Nothing less than divine intervention could have brought this exquisite, mysterious female into his arms.

Pleasure scalded through Reny, making her knees weak as she clung to the man who’d just given her the most shattering climax of her life.

Good. God.

That was…

Her fuzzy mind struggled to form the words that would capture the spasms of pleasure that continued to clench her body.

It didn’t make sense.

Sebastian was barely more than a stranger. Hell, they hadn’t even had full intercourse.

She wanted to blame the blinding enjoyment on the weird-ass mating heat.

Any man would do while she was being forced into sex by a chemical-induced frenzy.

Problem was…she knew that wasn’t true.

Yes, she’d been driven by a hunger she’d never felt before. At least, not that she could remember. And her logical mind would never have allowed her to get up close and personal with a man she’d just met if it wasn’t for the lust that had thundered through her body.

But, there was no way that she’d have given in to her desire if she hadn’t been attracted to Sebastian on a deep, primal level. And she certainly wouldn’t still be aching to push him onto the nearby bed and impale herself on the hard length of his cock.

Almost as if able to read her thoughts, Sebastian lowered his head to nuzzle his face against her cheek in a very feline gesture.

She shivered. How could such a simple caress be so amazingly erotic?

“Better?” he murmured against her ear.

She gave a small nod, still trying to catch her breath. “It’s not as…” She hesitated, allowing herself to consider the faint buzz of arousal that continued to race through her. It was there…waiting…but it was no longer a clawing, almost painful desire. As if Sebastian’s touch had reassured the strange hunger that her needs were going to be met. How crazy was that? “Persistent,” she at last muttered.

His lips touched her temple before following her hairline to trace the shell of her ear. “Good.”

She sucked in a deep breath, discovering the exotic musk of his skin was as enticing as his hard, chiseled body and the soft caress of his fingers as they trailed up and down her back.

“Good?”

“When I take you, we’ll both know that it’s because you want to.”

She pulled back to meet his eyes that still glowed with blatant lust. “You’re so certain I want you?”

“Yes.”

“Arrogant.”

He flashed a smile filled with sinful promise as he released her to shrug out of his shirt. Reny nearly choked as she caught her first full glimpse of Sebastian’s bare chest.

He was delectable.

Her fingers itched to explore the broad expanse of bronzed skin, lingering on the six-pack before lowering to the cock that was rising and thickening at her appreciative glance.

Or maybe she’d use her tongue, she abruptly decided, giving up any pretense that she wasn’t eager to finish what they’d started.

It wasn’t like he didn’t sense her reaction to his striptease.

Just as she could feel the pulse of his mounting desire beating against her.

Heat prickled over her skin, her mouth going dry as he kicked off the Italian leather shoes and shoved down the black slacks.

Oh, man. He looked like he’d been sculpted by an artist.

The urge to touch him was too much to resist. Reaching out, she was caught off guard when Sebastian shackled her wrist in a strong grip.

“No,” he growled, the cat so close to the surface that Reny would swear she could
sense
it.

She lifted her brows in surprise. “You don’t like my touch?”

“Too much,” he confessed with blunt honesty, tugging her against his naked body. Reny swallowed a startled gasp at the skin to skin contact. It felt like she was being branded. Claimed in a way she didn’t fully grasp. Sebastian gave a low growl of approval, his smile smug. “The last time I let you to take control, allowing you to take what you needed from me. It’s my turn.”

His dominance was like a physical push against her. It should have annoyed the hell out of her.

Reny was far too independent to put up with a man who treated her as anything less than an equal.

So why was the feel of his raw, predatory strength sending tiny tremors of anticipation through her body?

Annoyed by her traitorous response, she narrowed her gaze.

“I like to be in control.”

His hands skimmed up her back to tangle his fingers in her hair, tilting her head back so he could have full access to the vulnerable length of her neck.

“Yeah, I noticed.” His lips traced a path of havoc along her jaw, before nibbling down the curve of her throat. “But you’re going to like my way better.”

Like?

She was freaking
loving
it.

“Oh, really?” she forced herself to mutter, even though she wasn’t fooling anyone.

He chuckled, swiping a rough tongue over the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder.

“Sugar, I’m going to make you scream.”

“You can try.”

“Ah, a challenge,” he whispered, as his hands slid over her shoulders and toward her aching breasts. “I can be very persuasive when I’m motivated.”

She made a choked sound as his thumbs brushed over her straining nipples. Why had she never noticed how sensitive they were? Probably because she’d never been touched by Sebastian.

Just having him near was enough to make her entire body sizzle with eagerness.

The reluctant acknowledgement had barely formed when it was buried beneath an avalanche of pleasure as his mouth skated over the curve of her breast. Reaching his destination, his lips closed over the tip so his tongue could tease her with merciless skill.