Gramercy Nights (The Argo Press Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

between my thighs. No one has ever looked at me the way Sebastian is looking at me across this table. Like he would push it out of the way and have his way with me right here. I’m struck by the realization that I’ve only ever been with boys and Sebastian is definitely a man.
    “We should go.” Sebastian’s voice is tight. I nod wordlessly, watching him drop bills on the table and stand, taking my hand. Every time he touches me, it’s like a jolt of electricity passing through my entire body, awakening every nerve. I wonder if he feels it too or if it’s just my sex-deprived body responding to a masculine touch.
    The second we’re outside, Sebastian pulls me up against his long, lean body. My heart pounds as I stare up at him, watching. Waiting. The seconds tick by and then his lips are on mine. He tastes like wine and I let my eyes close as he gathers me against him, his kiss demanding. His hard bulge presses against my hip, and I dig my hands into his thick, unruly hair, pulling him closer. In a flash, he wraps his strong arms around me, lifting me to meet him, spinning me around until my back is pressed up against a wall, my legs wrapping around his waist.
    His kisses are demanding, urgent, making me realize he wants this just as much as I do. All thoughts of going home evaporate. I want Sebastian. Want to feel his naked body pressed against mine, want to feel his lips against my skin.
    He drags my lower lip between his teeth before sighing heavily and letting me slide gently down the wall until my feet are once again firmly planted on the sidewalk.
    He looks away quickly, running a hand through his hair. “I probably shouldn’t have done that.”
    My heart sinks and I sag against the wall. This is Jake all over again, a humiliation I’m not willing to take. Moments ago I was practically begging him to fuck me on the street, anything to ease the throbbing pressure building inside of me. Now, all I want is to go home. 
    His hand caresses my cheek with surprising gentleness. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He cups my chin in his hand, urging me to look at him. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you. The way you blushed when you asked if I was Catalan.” He rests his forehead against mine and I can feel his warm breath fanning my face. “But not like this. Not in the middle of the fucking street.” His lips softly brush mine.
    The moment has passed. And all I want is to feel his lips against mine once again, to feel his need, but he’s pulling away.
    “I should go.” It takes all of my earthly willpower to get those words out of my mouth.
    He nods, taking my hand in his, caressing my knuckles with the pad of his thumb, sending another rush of desire through me. He kisses my temple. “I want to see you again. Soon. Because if this is what you look like after a kiss, I can’t imagine what it’s like to watch you come.”
    My whole body tenses, like I’ve been plunged into a freezing cold pool.
    “What?” He stands to his full height, towering over me, a puzzled frown on his face.
    I don’t tell him that’s never going to happen, that he’s never going to see me come, no matter how much I want it to. “I’m just tired and the train is going to take forever.”
    He motions to a car idling on the corner, its red break lights illuminating the sidewalk.
    “My driver, Gary, will take you home.”
    “No, it’s fine,” I protest, but after the wine, the idea of being driven home instead of waiting for the subway sounds divine.
    His strong fingers wrap around my hand and he brushes it over the bulge in his jeans. “I’m going to have a hard enough time sleeping tonight,” he whispers. “Don’t make me worry if you got home safe.”
    He thrusts his iPhone at me and I take it timidly, worried I’m going to break it. “Give me your number.”
    I give the iPhone one terrified look before thrusting it back at him. “I don’t know how to use one of those.”
    He laughs. “Okay.