Even though he was mad with the need to have her again, to finish what they’d started in his bed the previous night, Sebastian couldn’t—wouldn’t—go there with Kat. Last night things had escalated beyond his power to stop it, and he’d given in to her seduction for two reasons. One, he was a man and had wanted her for so fucking long—Christ, the way those lace panties hugged her curvy hips was enough to steal any man’s resolve—and two, some douchebag had hurt her, and he wanted to make her feel good about herself, let her know just how sexy and important she really was.

Stepping into the kitchen, he grabbed a glass and pulled the carton of orange juice from the fridge.

“Morning,” a voice said from behind.

He spun to find Zoe sitting at the table, her eyes locked on his ass. Her gaze lifted when he turned.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there.”

“Am I that invisible?” she asked.

“No, just some things on my mind.” She pouted, then a frown tugged at her lips. “Everything okay?” he asked.

“Peter and I got into a fight last night. I’m about ready to call the whole engagement off.”

Shit, he really didn’t want to be having this conversation with her. He poured the juice into the glass and took a big swig, stalling as he tried to figure out the right comeback.

“Ah, sorry about that.”

She pushed a chair out for him, but he leaned against the counter, wanting to keep a measure of distance. He was intelligent enough to know she was coming on to him, gauging his response to her engagement comment, but he wasn’t about to go after another man’s woman. Even if she wasn’t attached, the thoughts of sleeping with her left a sour taste in his mouth. Not because she wasn’t beautiful or his type—she was. But now that he’d had a taste of Kat, he had no appetite for any other woman.

Great. Just fucking great.

He raked his hand through his hair and caught of whiff of Kat. Jesus, he’d spent twenty minutes in the shower, but her sweet scent still clung to his skin. Laughter from outside reached his ears and he wanted to excuse himself, but he wasn’t that much of an asshole.

“Juice?” he asked, holding out the carton.

“I’ll just have a drink of yours.” She slid from her chair and sauntered over. She stood close—too close—and took his glass from him. Kat rounded the corner when Zoe put the drink to her lips. His eyes met Kat’s, and her steps slowed. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, hesitated, and then closed it again. Zoe finished drinking and handed the glass back to him. She licked her lips, exaggerating the motion. Alrighty then.

“Morning, Kat,” he said, trying to exude a nonchalance he didn’t feel. The glass slipped in his hand, and he tightened his fingers around it before it smashed to the floor.

“Morning,” she said, the lightness in her voice belying the stiffness in her body. Dammit, this wasn’t what she thought. Or maybe she didn’t think anything at all. She knew he didn’t fuck around with attached women.

“Zoe was just—” he began, feeling the need to explain himself.

“I was just venting.” She touched Sebastian’s arm. “Sometimes Peter can be so possessive. It makes me want to break the engagement.”

“I get it,” Kat said.

“Really?” Zoe said, her eyes hardening as she turned them on Kat. “How could you possibly get it? I heard you were anti-marriage.” She lowered her voice and added, “That you were a man hater.”

Kat’s back went poker straight. What the hell was going on with these two? They were acting like two cats trapped in a duffle bag.

Kat slid him a glance. “Oh, so that’s what you’ve heard about me, was it?”

Jesus, she didn’t think he’d said that, did she? “Kat—”

Before he could get the words out, Danny and his father stepped into the kitchen.

“Hey Kat Nip,” Danny said, grabbing Kat in a headlock. She punched him in the gut and he let loose a loud oomph. “Good morning to you, too.”

Sebastian took that moment to extricate himself from Zoe. He slid along the counter and tried not to stare at Kat—or drool over the awe-inspiring frayed shorts and snug T-shirt she wore as she reached for the coffee pot. His brain stalled, memories of last night swamping him. His cock thickened, and he shifted his stance.

“Stop hogging all the juice,” Danny said, pulling him back from his stupor. He handed the carton to Danny, and his friend angled his head, those too-astute eyes moving over Sebastian’s face.

“What’s the hell is the matter with you lately anyway?”

“Nothing.”

“Thanks for the drink, Sebastian,” Zoe said. She gave a little finger wave and slipped outside to where the young kids were already swimming and running around the gardens. Sebastian watched her go, and Danny nudged him. He turned back to his friend and caught the note of amusement dancing on his lips. “Ah, never mind.”

If Danny wanted to think Zoe was messing with his head, then so be it. Better that than the real reason. While he’d never want to do anything to hurt Kat, maybe it was better for her to think that, too. Last night was a mistake—a sweet, beautiful mistake that couldn’t happen again. Otherwise, he just might not be able to keep his feelings locked behind the barricade he’d erected years ago. Kat wasn’t looking for anything more for him, anyway, of that, he was sure. She knew his reputation and had straight up called him a player. Yeah, he got around, but fear of commitment wasn’t the reason he had a different women in his bed every weekend.

“What are you all still doing inside?” Danny’s mother Janice asked, stepping into the kitchen through the patio doors, her smile so bright Sebastian wished he had on his sunglasses. “Get on out here. The sun is shining, breakfast is set up in the gardens, and we have games to play.” She clapped her hands, and everyone followed her out.

The brilliant morning sun beat down on him, and his body began to burn, but he was pretty sure it had more to do with Kat than the powerful rays. She stood beside him at the buffet table and filled her plate with fruit and pastry.

“Sleep well?” she asked.

Sleep? After she left his room, he’d tossed and turned and spent the remainder of the night fighting the urge to go to her room to bend her over her bed and slide his cock all the way into her.

“For the most part,” he said.

She turned to him, and when she gifted him a smile, he nearly bit his tongue off. “Listen, Kat—” he began.

“Yeah?” She plopped a strawberry into her mouth and his body trembled, instantly rewinding to last night and the way she’d taken his cock between luscious lips he was dying to taste. Shit, he’d had oral sex with her, but hadn’t even kissed her. Talk about a douchebag move. He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. She blinked up at him. “You okay?”

He pitched his voice low for her ears only. “I just…last night. That can’t happen again.”

There was a long pause and then, “I know.” She gave a small wave of her hand like she was completely unaffected by last night when it had totally rocked his world. “It was a one-time thing.”

What the fuck? He should be happy, right? She just agreed with him. Agreed that it couldn’t happen again. Why then, did he feel like someone had just sucker-punched him? Did he want her to protest? To declare her undying love and tell him she wanted him again and again?

Yeah, I fucking do.

Kat walked away, and his gaze latched onto her ass until she took a seat next to her aunt Judy. Sebastian fisted his hands at his sides, summoning every ounce of strength he had not to go after her—to tell her how he really felt about her.

Walk away, Sebastian. Walk. The. Fuck. Away.

Sebastian filled his plate, even though he only had an appetite for one thing, and plopped down into a chair at one of the shaded tables, as far away from Kat as possible. Kids ran around, laughing and playing, their parents already filling their glasses with Mimosa. Loneliness nipped at him as he took it all in. It was always hard going back to his empty condo, void of personal touches, after a weekend at the happy Quinn estate. Okay, so he’d be lying if he said he hated this. Hell, he looked forward to these damn reunions. These people were his family, his friends, and if he lost this… Well, it would damn well kill him.

He forced himself to finish his food then went back in the house to grab his swim shorts. He didn’t care if the pool was filled with screaming kids all dunking each other, he needed a good hard swim. He changed, jumped into the pool, and did a few laps. Afterward, the young cousins wanted him to play water volleyball, and he joined them. Laughing and playing with the kids took his mind of Kat, and he found himself enjoying the morning as it slipped away.

His stomach grumbled. “I need food,” he said to young cousin Kasey when he swam up to him, grabbing his arm in an effort to drag him back to the deep end.

“Not yet,” Kasey said. “One more game.”

“Nope.” Sebastian picked Kasey up and tossed him. The kid shrieked as he dipped below the surface. When he came back up again, he was laughing and looking for more.

“Do it again, Sebastian.”

“My turn,” one of the other kids yelled.

“Maybe after I eat.” He hoisted himself from the pool and grabbed a towel. He wiped his face, and as he knotted it around his waist, he caught Kat staring at him. A wave of lust he had no business feeling ripped through him as he focused on the hunger in her gaze. He was grateful for the towel covering his thickening cock.

Christ, if she didn’t want any more to do with him, then why the hell was she looking at him like that? He watched her glance move over his body, and when her eyes lifted and connected with him, they went wide. Busted.

She turned, her long hair flaring over silky white shoulders, and Sebastian ran inside to change his clothes. Once dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, he made his way to the lunchtime buffet table set up in the gardens. He barely had time to stuff a sandwich into his face when Danny stood over him.

“Come on, Sebastian. Time for the balloon toss.”

“Not the balloon toss,” he said, feigning misery. “You know I suck at that.”

Danny laughed. “You don’t suck at anything you do.”

As a matter of fact, he did. He sucked, nibbled, and bit. His cock twitched. Shit. Now was certainly not the time to be thinking about that.

“You have to give me a chance to win the trophy back.”

“Fine.” Sebastian stood and followed Danny to the back gardens. Everyone was already paired up, a bucket of water balloons at their feet.

“Looks like I’m not needed.”

“Like hell. I want that trophy.” Danny twisted, and Sebastian followed his gaze to find Kat bent over, her lush ass aimed his way as she filled balloons with water. Sweet mother of God and all that was holy. “Hey Kat. Sebastian needs a partner, get over here.”

She tuned the hose off, and he nearly bit off his tongue as she sauntered over. She frowned as she looked at Sebastian and said, “I’m not sure—”

Danny cut her off. “Tough.” He pointed. “Get over there.”

Sebastian supposed he shouldn’t cause a scene or draw unwanted attention, so he pointed to the unclaimed buckets of balloons and said, “You heard the man. Get over there.”

As Danny paired up with one of the cousins, she put her hands on her hips. “You really want to do this?”

“Kat, look. I don’t want what happened last night to come between us.”

A look he couldn’t identify came over her face, and she gave a slow nod. “You’re right.” Her hands fell from her hips and she stepped up to a bucket. “Ready?”

He stood opposite her and grabbed a balloon. Apparently, the object of the game was to toss a balloon back and forth, and after each successful catch, the competitors took one step back. The last one holding a full balloon wins.

The whistle sounded and he tossed the balloon. She caught it and wiggled her hips in victory. Jesus. He wished she wouldn’t move like that. Wished he wasn’t so aware of her. Laughter and shrieks sounded around him as balloons burst, soaking the players. He caught Danny’s grin from the other end of the line.

“Still in the game, bro,” Danny called out.

“Not for long,” he shot back.

Everyone took a step away from their partners, and Kat leaned forward, her beautiful breasts hijacking his attention and nudging what little control he had. “Ready?” she asked.

Oh, he was ready all right.

She tossed the balloon and he caught it. Kat put her arms in the air and danced. Awareness hit him right between the legs as her breasts bounced, and her body moved in ways that had his mind careening back to last night. As his eyes devoured her, registering every delicious detail, he clenched down on his jaw, striving to keep his shit together. Her T-shirt lifted, exposing a strip of silky white skin on her stomach, and hunger clawed at his insides. His gaze moved back to her face, tripping on her beautiful breasts during the journey upward. When he caught the glint in her eyes, his pulse leapt. Jesus. H. Christ. She was fucking with him—on purpose. He was sure of it. If she’d agreed they couldn’t have sex again, why the hell was she fucking with him?

“Everyone take a step back,” someone shouted.

Mind barely registering anything but Kat and the sweet curves of her body, he widened the distance between them, but when it was time to toss the balloon, he threw it harder than intended. It broke against Kat’s chest and she gasped, her eyes going wide as water crashed into her. She sputtered and wiped her hair from her face. She tossed the wet strands over her shoulders, exposing a wet T-shirt, hard nipples pressing against the lace beneath.

“You lost,” someone called out.

No, I’m pretty sure I won.

Sebastian gulped as he took in her voluptuous curves and oh-so-hard nipples poking from the slip of material. Wait! Shit. If he could see them, everyone else could, too. Kat wasn’t related to everyone here. Many of her cousins were here with their significant others—male significant others who were all gawking at Kat. Fuck that. Sebastian tore off his T-shirt, took three big steps to close the distance between them, and slipped it over her head. The surprise in her eyes, the warm way she looked at him, caught him off guard.

He put his arm around her to guide her inside, away from prying eyes. He’d practically grown up with this family, and the majority would think it was mere brotherly concern. But there was nothing brotherly in the possessive way he felt about her. He caught Danny’s glace as he made his way inside, caught the strange look his friend was giving him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He ushered her into the house and pointed to the stairs. “You’d better get changed.”

Water dripped from her lashes, making her look so sexy as she blinked up at him. “What about your shirt?”

He glanced over his shoulder and saw Danny moving across the lawn, coming his way. “I’ll get it later.”

She nodded. “Okay, then.”

He adjusted his shorts and hurried outside, hoping to placate Danny, but Zoe came out of nowhere and stepped up to him.

“There you are,” she said. Her eyes moved over his bare chest, and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “Where is your shirt? Not that I’m complaining.”

“Hey,” he said, closing his hand over the one she just placed on his body. He didn’t want to flirt with Zoe, not after finding out she had a fiancé, but this was the perfect opportunity to avert a crisis. He looked over her shoulder, and Danny stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze jumping from Sebastian to Zoe. Sebastian winked at his friend, and—smile restored—Danny shook his head and turned around.

Sebastian exhaled a relieved breath, even though every part of his body was tense. How the fuck was he going to make it through this weekend with Kat being so close, so goddamn sexy? And what was with all the fucking teasing?

Alcohol.

Ah, yes, that was the answer. He’d start with a beer, then move on to the hard stuff. The hard stuff would definitely help get his mind off Kat.

He excused himself from Zoe, who seemed to be doing everything in her power to keep her hands on him, and made his way to the outdoor bar. He popped the cap on a cold brew and planted himself in the shade. Looks like Danny would be winning the trophy back after all. But he didn’t care. He had more important things to concern himself with. The rest of the day flew by in a blur of activity, Kat always coming into his view, and after the nightly bonfire started, he sat with the families for a while, then made his way to his room.

The instant his head hit his pillow, sleep overtook him, but the alcohol he’d drank interrupted his rest and he found himself laying there staring at the damn ceiling at three in the morning. He scoffed. What a coincidence. Three a.m. happened to be the exact same time Kat had snuck into his room the previous night.

He inched up and stared at his door, needing it to open as much as he needed it to stay closed. A yawn pulled at him, and he ran his tongue around his dry mouth. Needing a drink of juice, he kicked his blankets off and tugged on his jeans. Walking quietly, he inched his door open and met with darkness. Following along from memory, he made a quick trip to the bathroom to splash a bit of water on his face, rinse his mouth, then quietly made his way downstairs. Still groggy, he rounded the corner, but the vision before him awakened all his senses and had one body part jumping to attention.

He swallowed. So much for alcohol helping him forget about Kat. And as far as the hard stuff went…well, yeah, he had the hard stuff all right—right between his fucking legs.

Back arched, she leaned over the counter, wearing nothing but the T-shirt he’d given her earlier. Fuck me. What was it about a woman in his shirt that was so sexy? Correction, what is it about Kat in his shirt that is so sexy?

The sweet curve of her ass drew his attention as she twisted an ice cube tray and plopped a few cubes into her glass. Torn between guilt and pleasure, Sebastian stood there, stunned by her beauty and the depth of his desire for her. His hands itched and his cock responded. He didn’t just want to touch her. No. He needed to touch her. Needed to feel her bare flesh beneath him, to cup her perfect breasts in his hands, take them into his mouth one more time…or a million.

For a moment he couldn’t think, then one part of him told him to walk away. The other part answered with, fuck that. Christ, she was the one girl he’d always wanted, the only girl he’d ever needed, and right now, he couldn’t have stopped himself if his life depended on it.

Ignoring the warning bells clanging in his head, he said, “You’re wearing my T-shirt.”

“What?” she spun around, her hand going to her chest. When she saw it was him, her eyes went wide and did a slow sweep of his half-naked body. The heat in her gaze as it roamed over him fired his arousal and told him she wasn’t as unaffected by last night as she let on.

“You’re wearing my T-shirt,” he said again.

She toyed with the hem and rubbed one bare foot over the other. Jesus she was sexy, her every movement sensual, and if he had a foot fetish, he’d be fucking done for.

“I forgot to pack a nighty.” She blinked up at him, and her lashes fluttered. How could she make an innocent gesture so erotic? Then again, maybe it wasn’t so innocent after all. “You can have it back if you want it.”

Dark eyes latched onto his, waiting for an answer, and she made a move to take it off. Was she challenging him? Testing? After the way she’d shaken her ass and teased him at the water balloon toss, she should be a little more careful. He was two seconds away from bending her over the counter and taking her. Hard. Then again, maybe deep down, despite what she’d told him, she wanted him to do just that. Well then…

Instead of answering, he stepped closer and looked over her shoulder, his gaze moving to the ice cube tray. “Does it still hurt?” She looked confused for a moment, and he clarified by saying, “Last night. The wet heat.” He arched a brow. “It didn’t do the job?”

“Oh,” she said, that one throaty word resonating through him as her warm breath spilled over his face. As their gazes locked, he could feel her desire mounting, knew it matched his own.

He nodded. “Yeah, I thought it might have only been a temporary fix.” As lust settled deep in his groin, he grabbed an ice cube from the tray and ran it between his thumb and index finger. She gasped as he slipped a hand between her legs. Mindless to everyone asleep in the house, he kicked her feet open, pinned her with his body, and ran the cube over her inner thighs.

“Sebastian,” she whispered, her hands gripping the counter behind her.

She shivered. Almost violently, and when he inched his hand higher to discover she was bare naked under his shirt, he nearly dropped to his knees. Was she trying to fucking kill him? With no panties to hinder his exploration, he ran the cold ice over her sex. She was so fucking hot the cube melted in record time.

A deep, needy sound escaped her lips as her hips rocked into his. He drew his hand back and she whimpered. Sebastian made a tsk sound. “Poor Kat. Hurting so badly.”

“Sebastian, please.”

He grabbed another ice cube and swiped it over her mouth. She licked her lips, and he dipped his head, dying to kiss her once and for all. Before he could, she pressed her sweet lips to his chest. He grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the counter. Her mouth moved to his neck, and as her hot lips burned his flesh, he widened her legs even more and slipped a hand between them. He slowly dragged the cube over her sex, and her moans grew louder. He stilled for a second and listened for movement in the house. Christ, what he was doing wasn’t smart. Hell, it wasn’t even rational. Anyone could walk in on them, but it would take a team of Miami Tacklers linebackers to pull him off her now.

“How’s that? Is this helping with the swelling?”

“Yes,” she murmured against his throat. Sebastian dipped a finger into her hot core, and her muscles clenched around him. Jesus, she was so close. His cock throbbed in his jeans, and he sucked in a sharp breath as he absorbed her warmth.

“That feel good, baby?” He slowly withdrew his finger, then slid it all the way inside again. She was so wet and tight his throat dried, and everything around him faded to black. Nothing existed but this moment, and this woman.

She rocked against him, her body moving with an urgency that stole his next breath. “Yes, just like that.” He pushed another finger in and her head fell back. “Oh yes.” Sebastian teased the bundle of nerves inside her, and her breath came a little quicker. He pumped, his thumb brushing her clit, and her body grew so tight he knew she was hovering on the precipice.

Her sex fluttered, and he dipped his head. She lifted her hips from the counter, and he slid his tongue over her clit. She whimpered and her hands went to his head to hold him there. Damn, that was sexy.

With the need to taste her deeper urging him on, he pressed hungrily against her sex, the sweet taste of her stoking the fire inside him. As his hunger reached a new high, he sucked her clit, and she cried out, her body responding with a hot flow of release. He groaned low in his throat and stayed between her legs, rehydrating himself with her cream.

She moved and writhed as he lapped, and when her body stopped trembling, he stood. Eyes still full of lust, she looked at him, and his heart crashed with the need to have her. She reached between them and rubbed his cock through his jeans. Her touch derailed his ability to think with any sort of clarity. Her questing hands shredded the last of his constraint.

“I need to fuck you.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Feeling crazed with the need to take her, he pulled her from the counter and spun her around.

“Oh, my,” she said.

He splayed one hand between her shoulder blades and pressed her against the counter. The little whimper that rushed from her throat caressed his cock and urged him on. He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, and she nestled her ass against his groin so nicely every nerve in his body flared hot.

Needing to answer the pull between his legs, he ripped open his jeans. His hand went to his throbbing dick, and he rubbed it along the length of her crevice as he pumped it in his palm. He was two seconds from driving home when he remembered protection.

“Fuck, I need to get a condom.”

“Don’t need one,” she said, her voice a strangled whisper.

“Kat, I don’t—”

“I’m on the pill, and you’re a doctor so I’m pretty sure you’re clean.”

His brain stalled. Yeah, he was clean and he knew she was, too, but taking her without a barrier might be more than he could handle. “Kat—”

“Sebastian,” she cried out, and his body pulsed at the way his name rolled off her tongue. “Fuck me.”

He pressed his crown to her opening, and in one quick thrust, drove into her, burying himself so deep he was sure he’d found heaven. She gasped, and he stilled, waiting for her to catch up. She began moving, rearing back, and he gripped her hips for leverage and slammed back into her. She scratched at the counter, her fingers curling. Pleasure deepened and expanded quickly when she whimpered in bliss.

“Do you want it hard?”

“Yes.”

He pulled back, leaving her with his crown only. “Then tell me.”

A needy sound caught in her throat. “Harder, Sebastian.”

Christ, how long had he waited to hear those sweet words spill from her mouth? He slid into her heat, burying himself balls deep, and her muscles clenched around him. He pulled out and plunged hungrily, his groin pounding against her ass. He gave her a small slap, and her sex spasmed and sucked him in deeper. If she kept that up, he’d never last. But it was good. So fucking good that he didn’t want her to stop. He took a quick breath to steady himself, but he was fighting a losing battle. Right now he could barely breathe let alone think.

His fingers bit into her skin tighter, and he jerked his hips forward. She took every inch of him, her body so welcoming. His cock stroked deep, but he needed more. With little finesse and much greed, he lifted one leg, giving him better access. He hooked her thigh over his wrist and grabbed the edge of the counter. With her body wide open, he fucked her deeply, yet still couldn’t get deep enough. His muscles clenched, straining as he pillaged her. Whimpering noises poured from her, and he struggled to hang on. He powered into her, and they created a rhythm, like fucking was something they did on a regular basis. Tension grew, and a tremor wracked his body, but no way was he giving in to his mounting orgasm. He never wanted this moment to end.

He let her leg go and reached around to stroke her clit. His finger connected, and she cried out his name, coming all over his cock.

“Kat,” he murmured, her pussy clenching so tight, her cream so hot, it teased the climax right out of him. He gave in to the onslaught of pleasure and as ripples moved onward and outward, he gripped her shoulder, pressed his mouth to her back, and spilled his seed high inside her. She squeezed and drained every last drop. Sebastian put his arms around her, not ready to let her go. They stayed like that for a long time, each concentrating on their breathing until his cock grew flaccid. In one quick move, he pulled out of her, then grabbed the paper towel on the counter to wipe them down.

Once clean, he tossed the towel into the garbage and tuned her around. He drew her to his chest, needing to hold her just a little longer. Jesus, she felt so good in his arms. If he had it his way, he’d take her to his bed so he could sleep with her, but more importantly, wake up with her. He pinched his eyes shut, and worked to keep the things he felt for her under wraps. He’d always been opposed to sleepovers, but with Kat, he wanted it all—which meant he had to end this right here, right now. She snuggled into him, her cheek nestled against his pounding heart.

He blew out a shaky breath and smoothed her hair down her back. “Kat,” he began, unable to move his legs beneath him.

“Yeah.”

“I want to see you again. I want more of this.” Shit, what was he saying? He should be running. Danny was going to fucking kill him. But he didn’t care about that right now. He’d take the beating…try to find a way to salvage their friendship. Right now he needed Kat in ways that frightened the living hell out of him. She made everything feel so good, so right, it overrode his reasons for staying away.

She drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. “That’s probably not a good idea, Sebastian.”

His stomach lurched and he gripped her shoulders, inching her back. Expression weary, she blinked up at him, and he cupped her face. His pulse leapt as she gazed at him. The things this woman did to him without even trying was beyond his comprehension. He paused to shake his head before resuming. “Why not?”

“I just… I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

She moistened her lips, and once again need surged inside him. He dipped his head and even though she seemed to be pushing him away, he pressed his lips to hers. She went stiff in his arms, but he plunged hungrily, the sweetness of her mouth unlike anything he’d ever tasted. He groaned, a riot of emotions warring inside him. “Fuck, you taste good.”

He deepened the kiss, found her tongue, and her body relaxed. Her arms snaked around her neck to hold on. He lifted her and set her on the counter, angling his mouth for a deeper taste of her. A soft moan caught in her throat.

“Sebastian,” she murmured, her cheeks tinged a soft pink.

“Say yes, Kat. Give me a couple more weeks. I’m not ready to let you go just yet.” She went quiet, a bevy of emotions playing over her face as she swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. He had no idea what was going through her mind, but she couldn’t deny there was a sexual pull between them, that she wanted this as much as he did. She’d come to him last night for sex—maybe she was worried he wanted more. Needing to clarify and ease her mind, he said, “Two weeks of sex after we fly back home tomorrow. You and me exclusive for that time. That’s all I’m asking for.”

She hesitated for a moment, then said, “Well, when you put it that way…”