Kat pressed her ear to the door and listened for sound. Not that she expected to hear movement. It was three in the morning, and everyone had gone to bed hours ago, either exhausted from the day of games or passed out from too many drinks in the sun.

She checked herself in her mirror, smoothed her hand over her robe, and inched open her door. Padding quietly down the long stretch of hall, she stopped outside the room Sebastian always used when sleeping over. The knob felt cold to her touch when she closed her fingers around it. Probably because her body was burning up, eager to follow through with Emery’s dare.

She twisted the knob and stepped inside. Moonlight filtered in through the crack in the curtain and glinted off Sebastian’s trophy. She grinned. Who would have thought she and Sebastian would make such good partners—working so well together that they won the three-legged race, the egg toss, and the Dodge ball battle, stealing the prize from her brother. The competition between best friends was fierce but fun, and Danny still had time to win back the trophy tomorrow.

Speaking of best friends… She still couldn’t quite believe she was about to seduce her brother’s. She sucked in a tight breath, and since she was too far gone to turn back now, she whispered, “Sebastian. Are you awake?”

The bed sheets rustled. “What?” he asked, his voice soft and sexy from sleep.

“It’s me, Kat. You up?”

A long pause and then, “I am now.”

“Good, I…” Her voice fell off and she blinked against the brightness when Sebastian turned on his lamp. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but when they did, and she caught the way Sebastian’s eyes were moving over her robe, a thrill moved through her.

“What are you doing, Kitty Kat?” he said, his voice gruffer than it had been before. The fact that he’d used her childhood name—and the implications behind it—hadn’t gone unnoticed, but neither had the way his eyes roamed over her with interest.

“I think I pulled something today during tug-of-war.”

He sat up, and his blankets fell to his waist. “Your shoulder?”

Her gaze dropped to his hard abs, and she bit back a gasp. His body was so beautiful, so perfect. Desire flared through her. “Not quite.”

“Back?”

“No, ah, actually it’s a little further south.”

There was a long pause and then, “Maybe you should get Danny to check you out.”

“I can’t. He’s my brother.”

He gripped a fistful of hair and stared at some spot on the wall like it held all the answers to the universe. “He’s a doctor. It shouldn’t matter.”

“Well, it does matter.” She stepped closer, and the warm scent of his skin reached her nose. “You see, I think I pulled my groin, and I wouldn’t be comfortable with him examining me. Plus, you’re a sports medicine doctor who deals with injuries. Danny is a podiatrist, and it’s not my foot I hurt.”

His hand fisted his bed sheets. “Fuck, Kat.”

She moved closer. “If you could just take a look to make sure I didn’t do any real damage…”

“You want me to look at your groin?”

“Yes, please.”

“It’s not really something—”

She pulled open her robe, and his words died an abrupt death when she exposed herself. Standing before him in nothing but her black panties and lace bra, she glanced at the mussed sheets. “I’m sure it will just take a second.” He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, she slid onto the bed sideways. Sebastian jumped up, and the lamplight fell over him. Wearing nothing but boxers that did little to hide his erection, he scrubbed his face, mumbled what sounded like a curse under his breath, and paced.

Kat inched her legs open and put her hand on her inner thigh. “It’s right here. If you could just touch it and let me know what to do, I’d be very grateful.” More mumbled curses sounded, and Kat kind of liked that she could fluster him like this. She’d never evoked such a need in a man before, never made him…feral. Truthfully, those failed relationships had shattered her confidence more than she’d like to admit.

She spread her legs wider, and with the tip of her finger, ran circles around her inner thigh. “You see, I’m not sure if I should use cold or heat, and I hate to do anything that will cause more damage or prolong the healing.”

A long moment passed, then Sebastian stopped pacing. He stepped up to her, everything about him so intense her entire body quivered. The smoldering heat in his eyes held her in place, his look fierce, powerful…volatile. He stood over her, frozen, his looming body rigid as she bared herself to him. His hands fisted, and he glared at her like he was fighting some internal war. She studied him, unease creeping under her skin.

Wait! Was he trying to figure out a way to send her packing? Or was he going to walk out on her again like he did on her sixteenth birthday? She’d spent that entire month of May excited, knowing he was going to take her into his arms and dance with her. But he didn’t. Instead he walked away, leaving her crushed and heartbroken.

Her pulse leaped. Oh, God, maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. And maybe she’d read him wrong. Sure, he had an erection, but it might not even have been for her. He could have been dreaming, or maybe that was just the normal way he woke up. Heck, lots of guys roused with morning wood, right? If that was the case, she needed to get out of there, and she needed to do it now. Feeling suddenly foolish, she reached for her robe to cover herself. His hand closed over hers, firm and commanding, as he completely immobilized her.

“Where. Exactly. Does it hurt?” His eyes darkened, and she hesitated for a second, never having seen this side of Sebastian. “Tell me,” he said through gritted teeth, the soft authority in his voice letting her know he was willing to play along, but he now controlled the play.

He let go of her hand, and with her body on hyperdrive and her breath shallow, she touched a spot on her inner thigh. “Right here.”

His hand captured hers again, and in a not-so-gentle move, he tugged it away and placed it on the bed beside her. “Keep it there.” His gaze moved back to her legs, and he gripped her knees to widen them.

The second his hot fingers connected with her skin, she sucked in a tight breath. Her pussy quaked, the muscles squeezing, looking for something to grip onto. Cripes, if a simple touch could nearly bring her to orgasm, what would happen if he kissed her or put his mouth between her legs?

Her stroked her inner thigh, his fingers denting her skin as he pressed into her flesh, a little further down on her leg than she would have liked. “Does this hurt?”

Oh yeah, it hurt. It hurt so good. “Yes,” she murmured.

His fingers hovered near her knees, the heat in his hands radiating through her. “How about here?”

She slid her hand down her belly to show him exactly where she needed to be touched. His gaze flew to hers and his nostrils flared.

He gave a slow, controlled shake of his head. “Don’t.”

Wow. Who knew he’d be so domineering in the bedroom, and who knew how much she’d like that side of him? “I was just—”

“I told you to keep your hand at your side.” Like a puppet on a string, pliable and obedient beneath him, she drew her hand back and placed it beside her. He stared at it for a moment, like he was waiting to see if she was going to cross him again. Holy hell, she might have initiated this seduction, but he was fully in charge. “Good girl.”

His deep voice fell over her, and her body shuddered, almost violently. Good Lord, what is this man doing to me? The tip of his thumb pressed into her muscles, and he massaged gently, stimulating every nerve ending in her body. Her eyes remained locked on his, and the muscles in his jaw clenched as his fingers inched higher. He rubbed using small circles, and the action fueled the desire in her. She briefly pinched her eyes shut, sinking into the haze of sweet sensations. When her lids fluttered open, he’d slightly shifted his stance, and her gaze landed on the hard outline in his boxers.

“I can feel the strain,” he said, his fingers digging harder. “Tell you what. In order to get to the root of the injury, I’m going to move my finger along the muscle. As I move, I want you to tell me if I’m hot or cold, okay?”

Her heart raced. “Like that game we used to play when we were kids?”

A small grin curled his lips upward as his fingers brushed her panties. “Yeah, just like that.”

He started downward, running his fingers over her shins. While it felt good to have his hands on her body—incredible really—it wasn’t where she needed him to touch right now.

“Cold,” she managed to get out, and she was sure she heard him chuckle.

His fingers started upward, a slow, torturous drag that teased the hungry spot between her legs. “How about now? Am I getting warmer?”

Lord knows I am.

“Yes,” she murmured, writhing slightly on the mattress.

“You have to stay still, Kat.” He removed his hand, and she instantly missed his warmth. “When you move like that, it makes things harder.”

Her gaze raced back to his boxers. Oh yeah, moving made things harder, all right. She studied his impressive outline and sucked in air when his crown broke free of the waistband. God, he was so big, so perfect. Pre-cum pooled on his head and her moth watered, hungering for a taste.

She went perfectly still and he touched her again, a reward for her submission. So this was how he liked to play it in the bedroom. The boy was naughty…downright wicked. And she liked it. She liked it a lot.

“How about now, Kat?” His fingers brushed the seam of her panties. “Hot or cold?”

“Hot,” she whispered, forcing herself not to move to drive his fingers to her clit. He’d touch her eventually, right? If she kept doing what he asked? He slid his thumb to her belly button and circled. A whimper of need caught in her throat. “Cold,” she groaned.

As his thumb brushed her stomach, he waved his free hand over her panties. Palm down, he circled his hand, narrowing in on her pubis. “Ah, I see. The pull is centered right in this region.” He slid his thumb down, and through her lace, zeroed on her clit.

“Hot,” she cried out, gripping the bed sheets. “So hot, Sebastian.”

His fingers climbed up her body again, and he brushed her nipples through her bra. “What about here? Does this hurt, too?”

“It does.”

He pulled the cups down, freeing her breasts, and took her nipples between his fingers. He gave a little pinch and she whimpered.

“Hmmm,” he murmured.

“What?”

“I’m afraid we’ll have to remove these clothes so I can get a better look.”

In a move that had eagerness written all over it, she lifted her hips to aid him with her panties, and he chuckled again. “Okay.”

Warm hands gripped the lace and dragged the slip of material down her legs. He tossed it away and sank to the floor in front of her. “I see the problem,” he said, his voice deeper than it had been a moment ago.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I do. You have a lot of swelling, and in my professional opinion, this kind of inflammation needs heat.”

His warm breath fell over her thighs, and her pussy quivered. “Dry heat or wet heat?” she asked as breath rushed from her lungs. She went up onto her elbows and their gazes met and locked. They exchanged a long look, one that shook her to her core and made her question the logic behind this game they were playing. This was Sebastian. Miami’s hottest bachelor. A guy who had a different woman on his arm every weekend—none of which were her. But she couldn’t think about that right now, or about how always being overlooked by him made her feel. No, right now, all she could think about was the way he was moistening his bottom lip with his tongue. A noise crawled out of her throat as his head dipped.

“Wet heat,” he said. “Definitely wet heat.” He widened her nether lips with his fingers. “Then if that doesn’t do the trick, I suggest we try cold.”

“Where…where can I find wet heat this time of night?”

“I think I can help you out.”

He slipped out from between her legs, leaned over her, and swiped his tongue over one nipple. Questing fingers closed over her other breasts, kneading her flesh, raising the heat in her. She arched into him, and he sucked her swollen bud so deep she could feel the pull in her core. He gave homage to her other breast then licked a path down her body. He settled himself on his knees again and swiped his tongue over her pussy, dragging it from bottom to top. She could barely get in air past the pleasure curling through her.

“Oh, yes,” she said. “I think that’s exactly what I needed.”

The soft blade of his tongue curled around her engorged clit, and her hips came off the bed. He pressed her back down again and slid a finger into her. She opened her mouth, but no words came. Holy hell! No man had ever reduced her to speechlessness before. He moved his finger inside her, pumping ever so slowly as his tongue caressed her clit. The duel assault took her to the precipice in record time.

“Sebastian,” she whispered. Her hair tangled as she tossed her head from side to side.

He glanced up at her, and there was no amusement on his face. Pure lust and intense hunger darkened his eyes. “Is this helping, Kat?” he asked and wiggled his buried finger like his sole purpose in life was to ease the ache inside her. She grew wetter with the rippling approach of an orgasm, and he groaned.

“Yes.” She moved against him. “Please…” she said, even though she had no idea what she was begging for. He pushed another finger inside her and plunged deep, knowing what she wanted before she did. “Oh…” she murmured.

His tongue swirled and circled while his finger found the bundle of nerves no man had ever before discovered inside of her. Moisture broke out on her flesh, the world around her closing in as pleasure spiked.

“Is this taking the ache away, baby?”

“Yes,” she said, lost in a haze of arousal. Skilled in ways she didn’t want to think about, he increased the pressure, changed the tempo. Tension escalated and when he drew her clit into his mouth and nipped, an explosion tore through he, sparks lighting her nerves, followed by a hot flow of release.

“Sebastian,” she cried out, but his hand closed over her mouth to muffle her voice. She lightly nipped his finger, holding it between her teeth as she fought valiantly to keep quiet.

He stayed between her legs, lapping at her as she rode out the waves. When her body stopped spasming, he stood and gripped his cock. Jesus, that was sexy. He pumped it in his hands, and her body warmed all over again. His jaw clenched, and his head rolled back. A low growl caught in his throat as his palm skated over his cock, each pump increasingly faster. Wait. Was he finishing himself off? Like hell.

“I see I’m not the only one with swelling,” she said, going up to a sitting position. His eyes shot back to hers, and she leaned in and took him into her mouth.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Kat, don’t.”

She wrapped her hands around his body, tugging him to her. Ignoring his protest, she strained her jaw and drew him to the back of her throat, not nearly able to take him all in, and his groan turned into a moan of pleasure.

The saltiness of his skin danced on her tongue, and she whimpered. Normally she didn’t enjoy oral sex, but it was different with Sebastian. Not only did she like having him in her mouth, she was dying to taste him, to pleasure him. She tugged his boxers down farther and cupped his balls. He jerked forward as she gently massaged.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his balls tightening in her hand. Her hair tumbled forward as she took him in and out, and he cupped it in his palm and pulled it back. She stole a quick glance at him and found his eyes locked on her mouth, watching the way she was working her tongue over his cock. His throat made a strange sound as he swallowed, and her nipples tightened. She loved everything about Sebastian right now. From the way those baby blues were watching her to the way he was about to come undone from her touch.

With his hips swaying slightly, she licked and sucked and slid her tongue all over him, building the pressure until his hips were rocking and his eyes were closing. His body tensed, and his cock thickened even more.

His fingers tightened in her hair and he tried to tug her off. “Kat,” he said, but she kept him in her mouth. His breath hitched. “Oh, fuck.” He pumped once, twice, then he released in the back of her throat. He panted and pulsed, and she swallowed every last drop. She inched back and his cock slid out of her mouth.

His hands tangled in her hair, and when their eyes met, something intimate passed between them. He angled her chin, his gaze like a sweet caress, as he looked her over. His face softened, the hard lines in his jaw relaxing.

Still panting, he sucked in a breath. “Jesus, Kat,” he whispered. He brushed her hair back with his thumb and bent down to place a soft kiss on her forehead, so tender and affectionate it tugged at something deep inside her. While his mouth had been all over her body, they hadn’t actually kissed. A lump lodged somewhere deep in her throat. Maybe that was a good thing. What was it Emery had said? You can tell if a guy is your one true love by that first kiss.

Now she was glad he hadn’t kissed her. Now way would she want to discover that he was her one true love. This was Sebastian, Mr. One Night Stand. He didn’t believe in commitment, and she didn’t believe in Happily Ever After. So why, then, was her heart pounding a million miles and hour, wishing fairy tales really did come true?