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His fingertips brushed my skin and stole my response. He unclasped my necklace and set it on my dresser, then slipped my bangles off one by one. With his cheek against mine, he said, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I saw you that morning in the coffee shop. I’ve had to wait weeks and weeks. I don’t want to wait that long to be inside you,Georgina.”

I held my breath as I shook my head. “I don’t wantthat.”

“Don’t want me inside you,” I felt his smirk near my ear, “or don’t want me towait?”

I no longer had any reason to deny my feelings for Sebastian. I wasn’t entirely sure how he’d made his way into my heart, or I into his, but it didn’t matter anymore. “Wait,” I said. “I mean, don’t wait. Optiontwo.”

“Say it,Georgina.”

I bit my bottom lip where his teeth had just done the same. “I don’t want to waitanymore.”

20

Georgina

If Sebastian’sand my earlier kiss had been the first stop on a home run, our second kiss was a race to home plate. I turned, rose onto the balls of my feet, and brought his mouth to mine a second before he hoisted me up to press my back against the door. My legs circled his waist, our tongues meeting quickly, lashing and sparring like practicedenemies.

He gripped the outside of my thigh with one hand and slid the other up my nape. “When’s the last time you were properly kissed?” heasked.

He took a handful of my hair so I couldn’t move my head. He had me right where he wanted me. “If this is proper?Never.”

“This is how you should always be kissed at the end of a date . . .” He nudged his nose against my cheek and took my earlobe between his teeth. “Hard.Hungry.”

Pinching that small, soft flesh sent an electric current down between my legs. “Then we should go on moredates.”

He groaned and sucked the spot he’d just bitten. “You’re right, we should’ve done thisearlier.”

My dress, partly unzipped, sagged to expose the nude, lacy line of my strapless bra. “That would’ve been difficult considering we could hardly stand to be in the sameroom.”

“That isn’t true, and you know it.” He pulled back to look me in the eye. “I’m just as turned on by you now as I was watching you around theoffice.”

I exhaled, all breathy desire. “You watchedme?”

“How could I not? You took over, pacing in bare feet, always tugging the hem of your skirt down and your damn neckline up.” His hand moved beneath my dress, curving against the sensitive, neglected skin under my thigh. “As you’d lean over my desk to show me something and hold your blouse to your chest, depriving me a view of your gorgeoustits.”

“Oh. . .” Sebastian wasn’t exactly known for his restraint, but even when he’d taken aim, he’d always been polite about it. To hear his unfiltered thoughts made me lock my ankles and move againsthim.

“Yes,oh,” he teased, meeting my rhythm with his hips, making his erection known. “Oh, you know just how to get under myskin.”

“It’s not onesided.”

“No, it isn’t. I haven’t always been nice to you,” he said, dropping his voice until it was all gravel, “but I haven’t been mean, haveI?”

I didn’t want to fight anymore, and at the same time, all I wanted to do was fight. To give him what he came for. “Not yet,” Isaid.

“Notyet?” He delivered a light slap on my ass. “How’s that formean?”

I bit my lip. How did I tell him he didn’t have to be nice just because we were finally getting along? “Notbad.”

He dropped his eyes to my mouth. “You like it. I wish I’d known. I’ve wanted to discipline those buns on manyoccasions.”

I exhaled a laugh as I wiggled against him, his meanness as welcome as his teasing. He hissed, clasping my body flush to his as he took my mouth again. I pulled at the buttons of his shirt, my patience thin as he grew even harder between my legs. He traced the edge of my panties with a fingertip and caught my stuttered breath with hismouth.

“I want to see you,” he whispered, gripping my waist to lift me. “Don’t deprive meanymore.”

Reluctantly, I loosened my legs so he could set me on my feet. With a knuckle under my chin, he lifted my mouth, stooped, and pecked me. Before I could attempt to deepen the kiss, his lips moved to my throat. Mycollarbone.

I only had to shimmy to let my dressfall.