mouth. She was simply speaking the truth and couldn’t
have held it back even if she’d wanted to.
Everything
within Sebastian narrowed to this moment. Arousal so fierce that it was almost
painful gripped him. Did she know what she was saying? Was she a virgin? That
thought should be sending him running, fast, in the opposite direction.
But
it wasn’t; it was having an even more incendiary effect on his blood. Aneesa
was looking at his mouth, her lips parting, eyes glowing like dark jewels, and
he couldn’t resist—he had to taste her, touch her. Kiss her .
Abruptly
Aneesa tried to back away, the sudden dawning of realisation in her eyes, and
her cheeks flushing with what had to be embarrassment. Registering
her emotion made Sebastian feel inordinately protective. He reached for
her and captured her easily, spanning two hands around her slim waist, bare under
the drape of the sari, her skin satin soft.
Gently,
yet with unmistakable remorselessness, he pulled her towards him and bent his
head. Never before had he been so achingly aware of every small move, the
delicious anticipation of kissing a woman for the first time.
Aneesa
was powerless to resist Sebastian’s attraction. When he’d pulled her closer he
had looked as if he wanted to consume her whole, and fire exploded along every
vein in her body.
His
mouth was so close now … Aneesa could feel her eyes flutter closed, the
intensity of feelings within her almost unbearable. And then their breaths
mingled, his firm mouth touched hers and she was lost in a heady world of
sensation that obliterated all the pain and turmoil as effectively as if she’d
just lost her memory.
The
kiss started off slow and gentle, a sensual exploration that made her tremble
all over. Sebastian’s hands moved up from her waist to hold her head loosely,
fingers caressing her skull. She could feel her already unravelling hair coming
loose.
He
coaxed her lips apart and when she felt his tongue explore her open mouth to
touch her tongue in an intimate caress, she gasped and fresh heat flooded into
her belly, making her press her legs together when a pulse throbbed between
them.
In
a heartbeat the kiss became something much more primal and urgent. Sebastian
struggled to hold back, but soon they were hurtling towards the brink of losing
all control, faster than anything he’d experienced before.
Suddenly
Aneesa wrenched her mouth away and surged back in Sebastian’s arms, cheeks high
with colour. He could feel the jerky breaths making her chest rise and fall
enticingly, and he knew that she had no idea how utterly sensual she was … and
to think that her husband would not have appreciated this ?
As
he stood on the precipice of making a momentous decision—for there was no way
he was letting Aneesa leave him now—he felt acutely vulnerable. For the first time someone stood before him and didn’t see the
infamous Sebastian Wolfe of the scandalous Wolfe family. Nor the multimillionaire. She didn’t know his history. She
had no expectation of him.
It
had been a long time since anyone had shown any vulnerability in front of him.
Women wanted him because he presented a pleasing physical package but more for
his link to notoriety and his huge fortune.
Even
his own mother hadn’t recognised him as her firstborn son since he’d been a
child, due to her debilitating mental illness. She still, to this day, whenever
she saw him, assumed he was her beloved Nathaniel, Sebastian’s younger and only
full-blood brother. The fact that she didn’t recognise his
brother either and hadn’t for years, despite her obsession with him, offered
little comfort. Sebastian had ceased to exist
R. C. Farrington, Jason Farrington