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not want me to touch you then?”  John whispered in her ear.  “No, I just—she cleared her throat.  I just have to say, no, not tonight.”  Sy whispered in her ear again, “Are you so sure you want to say no to me tonight?”  Connie turned and he captured her lips with his and drugged her senses, softly, tenderly until she surrendered them.  He smiled moved up over her so he loomed only feet from her body.  Then he leaned down placing an arm on either side of her hips trapping her.  He was only inches away . . .so close his breath was a warm, caress across Connie’s face.  She stared at his lips and could not seem to think a rational thought.  He leaned closer, resting his weight on his arms.  She could feel every muscle, every hard bulge, even the hairs on his arms.  Suddenly, Sebastian’s chest crushed her breasts and his thick muscled thighs pressed to her legs.  Oh, Lord, Sebastian’s mouth rested against the side of Connie’s face, the scruff of his cheeks erotically rubbing her sensitive soft skin.  Connie’s lips quivered as she forced her mind to work.  Then without warning Sebastian pressed his lips to her neck and shivers raced over Connie’s skin, her reluctance forgotten.  Connie’s eyes closed of their own accord and she sank back into the flesh of him.  Sy moved upward, his lips attentively hovering over hers, his breath fanning across her bow shaped mouth.  She tilted her lips ever so slightly and their lips met. Oh, it was good, it was so good but the bitter taste of unease coated her tongue.  She should get away from him now.
         Then Connie did the worst possible thing she could do; she reached for his neck, resting her warm fingers on Sebastian’s bare skin, his skin burning with her touch, tingling all the way to his chest.  How long had it been since someone had showed him compassion?  She understood.  Connie knew what it was like to be alone, always alone in a house full of people.  He felt drugged, lightheaded, drunk on the wine of her.
         He was so tired of not feeling.  Sebastian felt so much; he gripped her harder, unforgivably hard.  He did not pause as he cupped the sides of her face and pressed his mouth to hers. Sebastian merely wanted to touch her, to feel her, to breathe in the life of her, to bathe in the essence of her.  He had felt so dead until she walked into his life.  Connie relaxed into his body, her breasts warm and completely forgiving, and such soft breasts.  Then, his hard chest crushed them and her heart was beating so strangely, a heart so full of human possibilities and dreams.  Sebastian had not had a dream in years.  Connie did not push him away, as Lady Penton did but instead her hands slide seductively up to his shoulders and blessed days, Connie wrapped her arms around his neck and nestled her lush body into his.
         Connie signed against his lips, a sweet sound to his ears, a sound that stirred his already overheated body.   He let a low growl in his throat escape.  Sebastian pressed her up against the wall, his knee slipping between her thighs and rubbing her mounds.  The gown a forgotten obstacle, he bunched it to her hips and with the movement ran his hand over the forbidden skin of her inside thigh.  She was shaking and he realized it but did not care his passion was so high.  He could have been more charming, seductive, or tender but he could not hold back.  He needed her.  He needed her now. His tongue slipped between her lips while his hands found her smooth thighs so intriguing.  He could not stop himself, could not stop himself from tasting her, consuming her, with a fierce desire he ravaged her mouth. 
         They were supposed to wait but he was so afraid of loosing her, of this just being some sort of dream.  He moved fast, not wanting his rational mind to catch up with his body’s need.  He knew he had promised to wait.  He knew in the back of his memory that this was so wrong but