I moved my mouth faster and sucked harder. I could feel him all the way to the back of my throat so I made sure I relaxed, then stroked my mouth up and down him rapidly. I felt Sebastian’s hands weave themselves through my hair and with a sound that was more animal than human, he shuddered and stilled.
I swallowed quickly, trying not to think about the salty taste too much, then crawled over to curl up next to him. I was cold and the heat of his body was welcoming. I pulled the blanket around us and felt his arms sweep down my back.
As I snuggled up to him, I felt something dig into my hip.
I pulled out the packet of condoms that had gone AWOL, and held it up.
“Look what I found.”
Sebastian’s eyes opened sleepily. “What? Are you kidding? Oh well, that was pretty fucking amazing anyway.” He laughed in astonishment. “I mean, just fucking sensational!” Then he paused, “But keep that packet where we can find it.”
Now it was my turn to be amazed. “You want more?!”
His voice was suddenly serious, all humor gone.
“It could be weeks, months even before I get to spend the whole night with you again, Caro. Whereas that fucking asshole...”
I held my finger over his mouth then kissed him. “But tonight is still ours.”
And I didn’t want to waste the hours by uttering David’s name.
As dawn began to leak through the darkness, Sebastian slept. His head rested on my chest and his arms and legs were wrapped around me. I could feel his warm breath on my skin as my fingers rhythmically stroked his back.
It was a peaceful moment tinged with sadness for me. I didn’t want it to be over, but with each minute the dark faded, and I knew it was time to go.
I’d never known a night like it; I’d never known it could be that way. I finally understood what my dear Papa had tried to tell me when I’d announced that I was marrying David.
“You’re so young, mia cara. You have so much life ahead of you. You don’t have to decide now. See a little of the world first.”
Of course I hadn’t listened. Children never listen to their parents, do they? Not about life; not about love … or what I’d thought was love.
“Sebastian,” I whispered, rubbing his arm. “We have to go.”
He mumbled something and tightened his grip. His reaction made me smile.
“Come on. Wake up.”
“I am awake,” he said, and to make his point he took my nipple in his mouth and tugged gently.
I swatted his shoulder even as my body shuddered with desire.
“Stop it! We have to go.”
“Yep, I’m ready,” he said, pushing his growing erection into my hip.
Good God! He really was insatiable; I’d always thought that must be a myth. I was very grateful that David had always been easily appeased. The thought spoiled my good mood.
“No, it’s time to go,” I said, feeling grumpy and turned on at the same time.
Sebastian sighed. “We’re out of condoms anyway,” he said sadly.
We got through a whole box of condoms? No wonder my legs felt like I’d never be able to cross them again. Yes, well used—that was the sensation. I wondered idly if Sebastian felt the same. I didn’t know though; could men be sore from, um, extended usage?
I was about to ask him when I realized the sky was lighter with pink streaks glowing in the east. I sat up in a panic, looking around for my clothes; I had to get back before David woke up.
“What’s the matter?” said Sebastian, sitting up, frowning.
“I really have to go!” I hissed, feeling angry and tearful at the same time.
“Caro!” Sebastian tried to capture my hand.
“No! What part of that don’t you understand?” I snapped.
He didn’t reply but his hurt expression said it all. He stood up and pulled on his jeans and sweatshirt in silence, then shook the sand off the blanket and folded it under his arm.
I’d found my dress, which looked more like a rag than anything else, but my bra was missing in action. The panties, well, I assumed they were still somewhere on the floor of the Hunters’ car.
I stepped into the dress and almost jumped when I felt Sebastian’s hands on my spine, pulling up the zipper. He kissed my neck quickly and held out his hand.
I took it, feeling rather ashamed of my outburst, but too anxious to apologize.
When we reached the car, I fished out my panties from under the driver’s seat, shyly stepped into them and wriggled them up my hips. Sebastian was gentleman enough to turn his back during this awkward procedure. How ridiculous of me, after everything we’d done several times last night and twice this morning.
Sebastian drove barefoot, but I tried to brush sand off my feet and push them into my pumps. The sky grew lighter each minute and I was terrified that someone would see me get out of the Hunters’ car or, worse still, that David would be awake and waiting for me.