Restless Billionaire (7 page)

 
          
She
could feel her body clenching around Sebastian’s thick shaft and only then did
he thrust again and, with a shout, joined her in her delicious descent, a flood
of warm release within her making Aneesa want to clench her legs tight around
Sebastian and never let him go.

 
          
This
time she couldn’t speak or rationalise anything. All she knew was that singing
angels and blasting trumpets would have been a pathetic accompaniment to what
had just happened. Because it had surpassed anything she might have ever tried
to imagine.

 
          
A
delicious feeling of satiety coursed through her body, defying description. She
had an intense desire to stay joined with Sebastian. When he drew back slightly
and tried to pull away she went with him. He gave a dark chuckle, and when he
pulled away again, Aneesa dropped her legs and let him go, even though the
desolate feeling nearly stunned her with its power.

 
          
She
couldn’t look at him; she was too overwhelmed with what had just happened. Her
skin tingled all over and her blood flowed thick and heavy in her veins. He
drew her into his side in a possessive embrace, and with one powerful leg flung
over
hers,
Aneesa fell into a deep and exhausted
slumber.

 
          
She
woke a couple of hours later to see nothing but inky blackness and stars
twinkling outside. Sebastian lay with one arm flung over her, the other
stretched out in abandon. The sheet was thrown aside and Aneesa felt greedy
just looking at his glorious body. The protection was gone—dimly she realised
that he must have taken care of it while she slept.

 
          
She
moved slightly and winced when she felt the tenderness between her legs.
Carefully she moved Sebastian’s arm and lifted the sheet to see that there were
spots of blood on her legs.

 
          
Stealthily
she got out of bed and pulled her discarded sari around her as she found the
bathroom. She closed the door softly and looked at herself in the mirror and
almost didn’t recognise herself. Her eyes were huge and slumberous, the kohl
smudged, giving her a smokily decadent appearance. Her hair was tangled and
tousled over her shoulders and her mouth was swollen from Sebastian’s kisses.

 
          
And
her whole body felt
different
,
zinging with energy and yet deliciously lethargic. Wanting to wash away the
blood, she turned on the shower and stepped in, after pulling her hair in to a
messy knot on her head.

 
          
Standing
under the sluicing hot spray, she didn’t feel an ounce of remorse for what had
happened even though she knew it would shock her fans and her family to know
what she’d just done. It would just have to be her own secret, something she
would hug to herself for a long time, perhaps forever….

 
          
After
drying herself, she let her hair down again and wrapped the sari around herself
once more, in a haphazard fashion. Uncertainty gripped her just before she
opened the bathroom door. What would Sebastian expect now? Should she just
leave and try to get out of the hotel without anyone seeing her?

 
          
Opening
the door hesitantly she saw that Sebastian was still asleep on the bed and she
crept over to the window to look out over Mumbai. Suddenly an acute sense of
loneliness gripped her for just a moment, as well as a feeling of loss, that
tonight was going to be the last time she would see him.

 
          
Sebastian
woke with a start and for a second was thoroughly disorientated. He slept so
rarely that it was disconcerting to realise he
had
slept, and more soundly than he had in ages. And then he saw
her, standing at the window, with her back to him and that black hair in a
luxuriant tangle over her shoulders, the red-and-gold wedding sari wrapped
around her naked body.

 
          
And
then he felt even more disorientated; he
never
fell asleep while with a woman. He would lay awake while she slept, or he would
get up and work and he would be impatient for her to wake and leave … or else
he would have already left. For a secret moment he regarded Aneesa’s body and
an acute rush of desire stunned him with its intensity.
Never
before had he felt such hunger for a woman he’d just bedded.

 
          
She’d been a virgin
.

 
          
The
memory of taking her, of thrusting into her tight body, nearly had him groaning
out loud, his own body already responding forcibly. And he felt a curious
tightness in his chest, along with a very unwelcome sense of possessiveness. As
that emotion registered he immediately diverted his thoughts back to the
physical. He’d never climaxed so hard—he’d practically blacked out for a moment
that second time….

 
          
Sensing
his wakefulness, Aneesa turned around and something clenched hard in Sebastian’s
chest to see her beauty anew.
And to see the hesitation on
her face.
She walked towards him slowly, hands clutching her sari to her
chest.

 
          
When
she stood near the bed she looked at him and said huskily, ‘Thank you … for
tonight.’

 
          
Sebastian
smiled and felt his equilibrium return as desire surged effortlessly. ‘My
pleasure …’

 
          
He
held out an imperious hand, beckoning her to come to him. She stalled. ‘Don’t
you want me to go?’

 
          
Sebastian
in any other instance with any other woman would have answered in the
affirmative but now he said a throaty, ‘No. It’s still the middle of the night.
How far do you think you’re going to get wearing a dishevelled wedding sari and
looking like you’ve been thoroughly bedded and not by the right man?’

 
          
He
saw the blush stain her cheeks and his body responded even more violently. His
conscience and guilt struck him when he thought of how tight she’d been, how
out of control she’d made him feel. ‘Are you sore?’

 
          
She
shook her head, flushing to hear it confirmed that he had noticed she was a
virgin. ‘No … I bled a little but I’m fine. I … want to stay too, Sebastian … I
want to do that again. Is that awful?’

 
          
Her
disarming honesty caught at him somewhere inside. He shook his head and reached
out to grab her hand, pulling her to him. ‘No, it’s not awful at all. I want
you too…. We have all night and if you’re not too tender—’

 
          
She
shook her head. ‘We only have one night. I don’t want to waste a minute of it.’

 
          
A
curious sense of loss assailed Sebastian at her words but he blocked it out.
There was no room for such emotions in his life. He sat up and started to
unwind the sari from her body. She turned around and around, as he unwound it,
until it fell to the floor and she was naked again, adorned with nothing except
the gold waist chain and the henna tattoo.

 
          
Pulling
her down onto the bed beside him, he came up on one elbow and had to take a
breath at how beautiful she looked with her hair spread out around her head,
and his body tightened when he caught the tantalising scent of exotic musk.
When he made love to her this time it was so slow and leisurely that she was
the one who lost control and came helplessly, bucking against his hand as he
explored her hot wet body, and when he slid into her, he made sure that she
exploded around him first, before giving in to his own all-consuming need.

 
          
When
Aneesa woke next, she was the one alone in bed. She could see the tentacles of
pink in the dawn sky outside and felt a helpless lurch of pain, to know that
another day was dawning and her night with Sebastian was over.

 
          
Just
then he emerged from the bathroom with a towel slung carelessly around his
waist, his taut body gleaming, wet hair slicked back. Instantly Aneesa felt her
body melting on the inside and she had to draw up the sheet over her body as if
he might see the depth of the need she felt for him, even now, after what had
felt like hours of lovemaking. She’d lost count of the amount of times he’d
brought her to orgasm, as if he’d had to make up for the first time.

 
          
He
strolled over nonchalantly and, with a small hand towel, rubbed at his short
hair, making it stand up on end.

 
          
‘Morning.’

 
          
Aneesa
blushed.
‘Morning.’
She sat up, holding the sheet to
her body, and looked around for her clothes, not wanting to meet Sebastian’s
too-inquisitive gaze right now, afraid that he might see something of the
turmoil she felt. Especially when this situation was obviously something he was
well used to. She could see one end of her sari on the floor near the bed and
reached down to pick it up, jumping slightly when Sebastian got it for her and
handed it over.

 
          
‘It’s
probably not the best idea to wear that out of the hotel …’ he said with dry
humour.

 
          
Aneesa
looked at him, his easy demeanour making her feel disgruntled and tetchy. ‘Well,
what else can I wear? I didn’t exactly plan for this …’

 
          
Sebastian’s
eyes flashed at her tone and Aneesa said immediately, ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean
to sound so … short.’

 
          
‘I
can ring down and have them send up some clothes for you—jeans and a jacket,
something like that?’

 
          
Aneesa
nodded. ‘Thank you. If I can just get out without anyone spotting me I might be
able to salvage something of my ruined reputation.’

 
          
Sebastian
went to the phone and called down. She barely heard what he
said,
his words just a deep rumble, and hoped that he’d got her size right. He turned
back, and feeling very exposed in the face of his supreme assuredness, Aneesa
got out of the bed and clutched her sari to her body, desperately trying to
cover up, which she knew was silly when this man already knew her body more
intimately than she did.

 
          
She
garbled something about taking a shower and fled to the bathroom. Evidently
Sebastian was only too happy that the night was over and he could say goodbye
to the hysterical Indian Bollywood bride who had given up her innocence with
the tiniest amount of persuasion.

 
          
When
the bathroom door closed behind Aneesa, Sebastian had to battle the urge to
follow her in and introduce her to the delights of making love in a shower.
Just the thought of the water sluicing down over those exquisite curves was
enough to make him bite back a groan of need. And ultimately that’s what
stopped him following her in—the fact that she could bring about this lack of
control so easily.

 
          
He’d
just spent an entire night with a woman when he couldn’t remember the last time
that had happened.
If ever.
He had a fleeting moment
of considering making her an offer to become his mistress, here in India, so
that they could keep seeing each other. But that sense of vulnerability rose up
again, making him feel uncomfortable. It wouldn’t be right to ask Aneesa to be
his mistress; she’d been innocent and she wasn’t like the more experienced
women he usually chose, who knew that he liked to keep things casual.

 
          
He
told himself this and resolutely diverted his mind away from exploring the real
reason he wouldn’t be seeing her again.

 
          
When
Aneesa emerged from the bathroom with her hair freshly washed and dried, she
felt a little more in control. The bedroom was empty, and in a voluminous
towelling robe she went to look for Sebastian, who she found in the main living
area, pristine and more than a little intimidating in a dark grey suit which
made his blue eyes stand out.

 
          
He
was on the phone, speaking to someone in rapid-fire Spanish when she came in,
and he picked up a big glossy-looking bag to hand to her. She took it, assuming
it to be the clothes, and fled back to the bedroom.

 
          
In
the bag she found underwear, jeans, flat shoes, a shirt and a baseball cap. She
smiled at his thoughtfulness and even more when she saw a huge pair of dark
glasses. When she was dressed she pulled her hair up into a ponytail and
regarded herself in the mirror. She was a million miles away from the ornately
decorated bride of the night before—she grimaced slightly—except for the
distinctive henna tattoo on her hands.