Delaney

“I thought we were going to your place,” I remarked as we entered the gated community in Danville. “Wait! You don’t live with your parents, do you?”

“No,” he replied with a laugh. “I live in the basement apartment below my parents’ home,” he teased.

“Very funny,” I muttered. “Seriously, where are we going?”

I’d never been into this particular gated community, but I was pretty sure there weren’t any homes selling for under a million dollars, possibly two million.

“We really are going to my home,” he assured me. “I bought a house up here when I moved back to the Bay Area because it’s close to where my parents live.”

“What do you do for a living?” I asked, wondering why, with all we’d talked about, I’d never asked him what he did for a living.

“Software design,” he replied.

“I had no idea it paid that well,” I remarked.

“Not normally,” he confirmed with a shrug. “I designed a couple of apps when I was in high school. When I sold them, my parents insisted I invest the money. That gave me what I needed for the down payment on this house.”

“So, you’re a rich computer nerd,” I teased.

Sebastian chuckled. “You’re half right. I’m a computer nerd, but I’m hardly rich. I’m definitely comfortable.”

“What kind of software do you design?” I asked.

“Mostly apps,” he replied. “I’m currently working on an app designed to interact with a toy.”

“Those are really popular,” I remarked. “I see a lot of commercials for them.”

“This is actually an adult toy,” he admitted. “I’m currently working for my mom’s company.”

I giggled. “So, you’re the heir to a sex toy empire.”

“That about sums it up,” he admitted. “I’m not embarrassed about it, but it’s not usually something I mention early on when dating.”

“I don’t blame you,” I told him. “Can you imagine all the women you’d have dating you just to get their hands on the latest and greatest vibrator? They’d be dying to help test out your Big O app.”

Sebastian responded with a startled bark of laughter. “Big O app?”

“Just a suggestion,” I added with an impish grin.

“I suppose you’re going to use me to gain access to all the new products we have to offer,” he said with a grin as he pulled into the garage of his home.

“I’d be happy with an old toy,” I responded with a sigh. “You have no idea how many replacements for Justin I’ve tried. I wanted to have something ready when his time came.” I figured if there was anyone I could talk to about my dilemma with Justin, it was the heir to a sex toy empire.

“Why not just get the same model?” he asked as we both climbed out of the car before he seemed to remember. “That’s right! That model was discontinued.”

I nodded. “It must seem crazy that I got so attached to him.”

Sebastian shook his head. “We all have our unusual attachments. When I first found out Justin was a vibrator, I felt ridiculous for having thought of him as my competition. Now, I realize he’s even bigger competition than I imagined.”

“How’s that?” I asked as he led me into his home.

When we walked in the door, he spun me, so my back was against the wall. Leaning in, he stopped with his lips nearly touching mine. “Justin was meeting your every need,” he murmured before brushing his lips against mine. “Your every desire.” I moaned when his lips brushed against mine again. “I have every intention of taking over that role in your life.” His mouth returned to mine, his lips lingering in a slow kiss that made me burn with need. When he broke the kiss, Sebastian’s eyes were dark with desire and his voice was rough with his own arousal. “Shall we pick up where we left off?”

“What do you mean?” I asked breathlessly.

In answer, Sebastian stepped back before bending forward to toss me over his shoulder.

This time, I laughed at his antics. “What are you doing?”

“Kidnapping you,” he replied. He sounded playful, yet tense. He was just as turned on as I was. Close at least.

As a writer, I’m used to taking in my surroundings. I like to observe the world around me. As Sebastian carried me up to his room, I was so turned on, I couldn’t even remember if the stairs were carpeted. When we made it to his room, Sebastian set me on my feet beside his bed.

“Are you going to run from me again, Delaney?” he asked as one hand fisted in my hair at the back of my head.

“Probably,” I replied with an impish grin.

Sebastian chuckled as his other hand moved to my hip, pulling me closer to his body. His mouth descended on mine. “I guess I’ll have to convince you not to run,” he murmured before his lips met mine. His tongue glided past my lips and slowly explored my mouth.

Insane as it was considering the short time we’d known each other, I’d missed this. Sebastian tasted so good, and his hard body felt perfect pressed against mine. My fingers slid under the edge of his shirt, needing the contact with his skin. I moaned into Sebastian’s mouth when he pulled me even closer so I could feel the hard length of his erection against my belly.

When Sebastian broke our kiss this time, I placed my hands on the back of his head to try to pull him back as I leaned forward. Sebastian’s hold tightened in my hair and he shook his head. “Not yet. I’m in charge in here. Do you understand?”

Licking my lips, I met his eyes and willed my voice to work. It wasn’t easy. “Yes.”

“Good,” he praised. “I need you so much, Delaney. You have consumed my thoughts and haunted my dreams all week. Undress for me.” He released me and stepped back, eyes burning into me.

If you’ve never tried doing a strip tease with a supportive sports bra on, I’m sure you can envision a very sexy scene. I’ve written them. Everything always goes smoothly as the guy watches with eager anticipation. That isn’t what happened when I stripped for Sebastian, and I suspect it rarely happens in real life. The t-shirt and stretch pants came off just fine.

“Very nice,” Sebastian praised when I stood before him in nothing but my thong and sports bra.

That’s when things went wrong. Horribly wrong. Rather than wearing one of my bras that unfastens, I’d selected one that slips over my head. Sports bras are tight by necessity, thus hard to slip over your head. Mine got caught in my ponytail. With the grace of a gazelle—a drunken three-legged gazelle with vertigo—I nearly toppled to the side with my hands stuck at an uncomfortable angle above my head.

Thanks to Sebastian’s quick reflexes, I didn’t end up falling. Facing Sebastian, still imprisoned by my sports bra, I made a mental note to burn the evil bra.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding sweet, concerned and, surprisingly, still turned on as he helped me remove the wretched bra.

“I’m fine,” I assured him. “Thanks for catching me. That really wasn’t my finest moment.”

Sebastian’s gaze was no less heated after my bra debacle. His arms remained around me. “That was actually one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he rasped out. “Your breasts were pushed out like you were tied to my bed.”

“Let’s not forget how graceful I am,” I reminded him.

“You’re genuine,” he told me. “I always feel like I’m seeing the real you, not some fabrication you put out there for the world.”

Not giving me a chance to reply, Sebastian kissed me again. His lips moved ravenously against mine as I tugged at his shirt. He broke the kiss just long enough for me strip his shirt over his head. Sebastian continued to explore my mouth while I undid his belt and jeans. I was desperate to touch every part of him.

Sebastian’s weight shifted as he kicked off his shoes and removed the rest of his clothes, leaving him gloriously naked. Glorious is definitely a good word to describe Sebastian naked.

“Why don’t you slip out of those panties and let me enjoy that delectable body of yours,” he coaxed.

My eyes moved up to his face. Based on his knowing smile, Sebastian was fully aware of how much I appreciated his body. I certainly hadn’t been sly about ogling him.

Sliding my fingers under the edge of my thong, I slipped my panties off. Sebastian’s eyes moved along my body. His hot gaze making me burn with need.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” he rasped out before his eyes locked with mine.

My breath hitched in my throat as liquid heat flooded my body. I wanted this man. When I was with him, fears of being hurt and concerns that we were rushing things disappeared. Sebastian was all that mattered.

“I think I have a good idea,” I replied with a slight smile. “My dreams have been filled with all the things I want you to do to me.”

“Have they now?” he asked as his knuckles brushed against my cheek. “Are you going to tell me all about your dirty dreams?” Leaning in, he brushed his lips against mine. “Are you going to tell me how you woke up, aching and wet for me?”

A fine tremor ran through my body at the thought of sharing my sex dreams with Sebastian. “Maybe,” was my only reply.

Sebastian let out a throaty chuckle. “I’m definitely looking forward to getting those details out of you. You’re going to tell me every naughty fantasy you’ve had about me.” His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back slightly so his teeth could scrape across the pulse on my neck, eliciting a needy whimper from me. “After you’ve told me all your fantasies, I’m going to make them all come true. I’m going to make you crave my touch night and day.”

“What about you?” I asked in a strained voice as Sebastian’s lips moved along my exposed throat. “Will you crave my touch?”

Sebastian’s lips left my throat, and he released my hair, cradling my face in his hands as he stared down at me. “I’m already thoroughly addicted to you.”

Not giving me time to respond, Sebastian scooped me up in his arms and set me in the middle of his bed. When he laid beside me, my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head down to mine. He immediately complied, but that didn’t mean he was letting me take charge of things. His kiss was hard and possessive. It demanded a response as his tongue moved against mine in a rhythm that mimicked sex. His hands explored my body. I gripped his shoulders and rolled to my side desperate to get closer to him. I needed more of Sebastian’s touch, needed him in me. When I reached between us to grip his cock, he rolled so I was under him, catching my hands and pinning them at the sides of my head. I struggled in his hold and moaned when his firm grip held me in place.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked against my mouth.

“Yes,” I breathed out. “I love it.”

“Did you dream about me pinning you to the bed, just like this?” he asked, the strain in his voice obvious.

“The bed,” I uttered. “The wall,” I added. “A tree.”

Sebastian growled low in his throat. “You are so incredibly sensual. I love that about you. Do you have any idea how much I enjoy controlling your body? Controlling your pleasure?”

I wasn’t sure I could handle any more talking. With Sebastian on top of me, I could feel his erection throbbing against my thigh. I couldn’t believe he was still able to talk at this point. “Please,” was all I could manage.

“I really love it when you say that,” he praised. “You look gorgeous pinned down like this. I want to tie you to my bed and make you come a dozen times. You would look fantastic in handcuffs.”

My eyes closed as I tried to lift my hips to get some pressure with my aching core. I needed Sebastian in me soon or I might start begging. Who was I kidding? I was already more than ready to beg him. “Please touch me more.”

Sebastian let out a raspy chuckle. “Yeah, you’ll like the handcuffs. Has anyone ever tied you to their bed before?”

“I’ve never been tied up,” I breathed out. “No handcuffs either.”

“We are definitely going to try that,” he assured me, brushing his lips against mine. “Not today, but after you get to know me better, I’m going to tie you to this bed and lick every inch of your body while you beg me for release.”