“Are you going to stand there all night, or are we going to go up?”
I twisted my fingers together. “Kyle…”
“Doesn’t Kyle have his own room?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“But what? Have you given up? Are you no longer willing to prove yourself to me?”
“I think by now you’ve already made up your decision about me.”
“Are you sure?”
I was until he said that. Why was I being such a prude? I could seduce Sebastian Black. I could.
My nerves went crazy and my legs started to shake as I turned and made my way to the elevator. I pressed the button for my floor and waited. My knees felt like Jell-O, and I silently hoped I didn’t fall and face plant on the expensive tile floor.
He stood still beside me. He was too quiet, making my anxiety even worse. My hands shook when I pulled out my door key and tried to stick the card in the slot. Covering my hand with his, he took the card from my fingers.
“Allow me,” he said as he opened the door.
And then, there I was, standing in a hotel room with a stranger who may or may not purchase me. Thankfully, Kyle was fast asleep in his room, I didn’t want him asking questions I didn’t know how to answer.
My back was to Sebastian, but I could see our reflection in the expansive glass view. I watched as he approached with the stride of a hungry tiger. A strut that relayed his confidence and security. Meanwhile, tension built inside me and threatened to break.
He ran warm fingers across the back of my neck as he moved my hair to the side. I jerked when he pressed his soft lips to the back of my neck.
“Exactly how far have you gone with a man, Jessica?”
I swallowed hard making my throat hurt. “Far enough.”
My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was deeper, darker... seductive. The girl who answered him wasn’t me. Whatever he was doing, was affecting me.
I could feel his breath in my hair. “Has a man ever touched you? Have you touched a man before?”
“No,” I whispered.
“Christ,” he cursed. His hands moved from my shoulders and worked down my back, until his hands circled around my waist. He was hard and pressing into my back, which did nothing to help with my insecurities.
“You smell delicious,” he said as he nibbled on my earlobe. “I shouldn’t want you this much, but I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you.”
I leaned my head to the side, giving him more room to kiss. I wasn’t a total idiot. I knew what men and women did together. I knew what foreplay was, and I definitely knew that Mr. Black was all about foreplay, as my nipples were pressing against my bra and the spot between my thighs was throbbing.
His hands moved up my waist and rested just beneath my bra. I was embarrassed by my erratic breathing because I was sure he could not only hear it, but feel it as well.
I looked down at this dark fingers and watched as they moved in and out with my breaths. Knotting his fingers in the front of my shirt, cool air kissed my belly button when he began to lift the fabric from my body.
“The skin on your neck is so soft. I can’t help but wonder if you’re this soft everywhere,” he said, continuing to caress my skin with his warm lips.
And then he was sliding his fingers against my stomach, skin to skin. For a man with so much money, his fingertips were rough. I liked it. God forgive me, but I liked it so much.
He lifted my shirt further.
“Raise your arms, beautiful. I want to see your skin.”
I did as he asked and he pulled my shirt over my head and up my arms. My skin pebbled when the air hit my naked flesh. I stood there with my back to him, in just a skirt and unattractive bra.
Working his fingers down my body, he turned me into putty on the spot.
“So perfect,” he whispered in my hair.
I closed my eyes and let him have his way with me. I sucked in a breath when his fingers worked low and started to unzip my skirt. I wasn’t ready, but there was no going back. I’d made a deal with the devil himself, and for my brother and for myself, I’d honor that deal.
My skirt fell to my ankles and I opened my eyes to look at myself in the glass. I was pale, which made his hands look even darker as they worked down my hips.
I watched his reflection as he moved to unbutton his jacket, pull it off his shoulders, and toss it to the side. He loosened his tie and slid it around his neck.
And then he was on his knees behind me, hands working up from the back of my calves to my thighs. I was shaking again, but I wasn’t sure if it was my nerves or the sensations flying through my body at light speed. I was losing myself in him and it had only been a matter of minutes since we’d stepped into the room together.