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aroused nub. He took the bud in his mouth and ran his tongue along the sensitive skin. As he began to suckle at her nipple, she screamed in pleasure and dug her fingers into his shoulder blades, wondering how she didn't know her breasts were that sensitive.
    After he teased her nipple until the skin ached, he straightened up, but only to pull off his navy-blue T-shirt. Once his chest was bare, she was ninety-nine percent sure that she was having sex with Adonis or Zeus or…Damn it all, she was too drunk to name all the Greek gods. But all she knew was that he had to be inhuman. People simply didn't have muscles that toned or skin so flawless and smooth. She reached out, half-afraid that he might disappear like some sort of ghost, and ran her fingers along the acres of perfect skin. When she made her way past the dark hair above the waistband of his jeans, she laid eyes on his arousal yet again, noting how large his member appeared even within the confines of his pants.
    "Soon I'll be inside you," he said, noting her gaze.
    His words brought a blush to her cheek. She was no virgin, but she wasn't exactly Madame du Barry either.
    Before she had time to dwell on her embarrassment, Sebastian was already laying kisses along her stomach. He ran his fingers along her womanly curves, groaning as he enjoyed the softness of her skin. Though he moved his hand to her fly, he didn't immediately undress her. Instead he ran his fingers along her womanhood and then pressed his palm against the root of her femininity, causing her to stiffen in both pleasure and surprise.
    "I can't wait to bury myself inside of you." He laid a kiss along the waistband of her pants.
    Her response was nothing more than a blush and a loud whimper of ecstasy.
    The man finally unbuttoned her jeans. He tugged the pants down her legs, laying kisses along her smooth skin as he went. Even though she really should have been focusing on enjoying his lips on her body, all she could think during that moment was, Thank God I shaved. Once he tugged off her pants, he smiled at her and then crawled upward again. She expected him to return to kissing her lips like he had before, but instead the man paused at her green undies and ran his fingers along the crook of her inner thighs.
    "Do you want me to finger you?" He ran his fingers along her sensitive flesh, almost touching her feminine lips but not quite. She wasn't sure if this was pleasure or torture.
    "Mmmm," was all she managed to say.
    "I said, do you want me to finger you?" He kissed her pelvis. "I won't go further until you answer."
    She realized he was teasing her—and she liked that.
    "Yes." She was surprised she even remembered the word.
    "Then tell me." He kissed her stomach.
    "Huh?"
    "Say, 'Sebastian, I want you to finger me,'" he said with a grin.
    She sat up in alarm. "What? Why?"
    "Because I like it when you blush, and you blush whenever the conversation turns dirty," he said.
    Good God, the man was right. She was ninety-nine percent sure that she was as red as a cherry.
    "Humph." She crossed her arms, causing her breasts to shift.
    "You're not saying it." He nuzzled her between her legs.
    "I want you to finger me," she mumbled under her breath.
    "What was that?" Sebastian grinned, his fingers inching a little closer to where she wanted them.
    "I want you to finger me," she said, louder now. She tried to keep herself from blushing, but it would have been easier to do ballet on a tightrope.
    Sebastian smiled at her in an oh-so-wicked way, and then he finally moved his hand up her thigh to the delicate lips of her pussy. As he ran his fingers along the smooth, fragile lips, she gasped for air. How long had it been since she'd been touched by somebody other than herself? Six months? A year? Oh, crap, it had been two whole years. She'd been so busy and…and…
    He slid his finger inside of her underpants, cutting off all thoughts of numbers and anything else. At first he merely teased her, touching her sobbing