The Alpha's Baby (3 page)

"I'm not going to let you call a cab." She clung to his shirt.

Sebastian tightened his grip on her. "No?"

"Nuh-uh." She shook her head, then felt her legs weaken.

He peered deep into her eyes, and she felt as though she was swimming in a sea of gray.

"You're so handsome," she whispered.

He chuckled. "I believe you've said that already."

"It's true, though." She found herself leaning closer.

The smile left his face, and he pulled back.

"You don't want to lean so close, sweetheart," he said softly.

Sweetheart? She liked the sound of that endearment. Then again, anybody could be called sweetheart—daughters, cousins, friends, and strange drunken women who he felt pity for.

"Why not?" She frowned at him.

"Because I'll have trouble keeping my hands off you."

She glanced pointedly at his hand on her waist. "Your hands are already on me."

Though Sebastian laughed, she could tell he was wary. "You know what I mean."

"Oh, puh-lease." She rolled her eyes. "Like you have to worry about losing control around me."

Unfortunately, she must have said the wrong thing because Sebastian's eyes narrowed. He seized her chin and directed her face toward his.

"And why wouldn't I have to worry about losing control around you?" he asked.

"Oh, you know." Was he really going to make her say it?

"No, I don't," he said.

"I'm me, and you're you." She motioned at his gorgeous body.

"And?"

Good God, why wasn't the man catching on?

"I'm like a can of soup and you're prime rib." Prime rib she'd very much like to sink her teeth into. "You could have a woman that looks like a supermodel. Why would you bother with me?"

His face hardened. "I happen to find you beautiful and extremely desirable."

"Do you?" She froze.

"I think it should be obvious." He sounded pained.

At first she didn't understand what he meant by obvious. That was when she followed his gaze down to his crotch. The man's arousal was causing a tent in his jeans. She wondered why she hadn't noticed it before.
The wine,
she thought, laying her eyes on the bottles they'd drunk.
I'm not thinking clearly.
Yet when she contemplated the bulge in his pants, all she felt was pleasure that he was excited because of her. She also had the deepest urge to touch him, to hold the heat of his length in her hand. A shaky breath escaped her lips as she met his gaze.

"You see why calling a cab is a good idea?" He shifted uncomfortably.

Just as he stepped away, she startled herself yet again by grabbing his wrist. His eyes widened in surprise as she held on tight.

"I want you," she said.

"We're both drunk." Yet even as he said the words, his eyes darkened with desire. 

She shook her head. "I know this is what I want."

"Are you sure?" As he placed both hands on her shoulders, his gaze was intense. "I mean, are you
really
sure? I don't want you to wake up tomorrow regretting what we did."

"I won't regret it," she said with absolute certainty.

Though Sebastian's eyes were still filled with hesitation, he nodded.

In one swift motion, he captured her lips with his. She gasped in shock because of his sudden attack, noting that his drunkenness had not taken away from the obvious skill he possessed. As she wrapped her hands around his neck, still surprised by the turn of events, he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, teasing the sensitive skin. The action made her quake against him. Still she thrust her hands into his hair, allowing him to feast upon her mouth as much as he desired. And when his tongue pressed against her lips, begging for access, she didn't deny him entrance.

As his tongue slid inside her, she tasted bittersweet wine. She moaned against him, shocked that such a sound could erupt from her. Even though he was a man she barely knew, he captured her mouth and enveloped her body with no hesitation. She realized that this was a sign of a seasoned lover. Despite the pain she felt at the thought of his past affairs, she had to admit that she was enjoying being teased by such an experienced mouth.

When Sebastian's fierce and overpowering kiss turned her body to water, she melted against him. He scooped her up in one smooth motion, and she wrapped her legs around his muscular waist. He carried her to the bedroom and laid her on a ruby-red comforter. Before she even had time to suck in air, he crawled toward her on all fours, a primitive glint in his eye that sent a chill of desire straight through her body. The man lay down on top of her, pressing the hard plains of his torso against her soft, feminine curves.

"I'm so glad I found you," he groaned into her ear.

She opened her eyes. "What?"

Instead of responding with words, Sebastian unbuttoned the front of her lavender blouse. Once the shirt was open, he moaned in reverence and laid a kiss on the ivory skin of the top of her breast. The kiss made her skin bubble with goose bumps, and all she wanted to do was beg him to devour every inch of her body until she was writhing beneath him.

He bent his head and kissed a single brown fleck on her left breast. "I love this mole."

Her response was to arch her back, silently pleading for more.

Sebastian responded with fervor and unhooked her lacy green bra. Her breasts spilled from the confines. Her nipples, copper nubs the size of quarters, stood at attention due to her overwhelming arousal. Her chest heaved as she tried desperately to catch her breath. Murmuring her name, Sebastian kissed the beloved mole one last time before trailing a path to the aroused nub. He took the bud in his mouth and ran his tongue along the sensitive skin. As he began to suckle at her nipple, she screamed in pleasure and dug her fingers into his shoulder blades, wondering how she didn't know her breasts were that sensitive.

After he teased her nipple until the skin ached, he straightened up, but only to pull off his navy-blue T-shirt. Once his chest was bare, she was ninety-nine percent sure that she was having sex with Adonis or Zeus or…Damn it all, she was too drunk to name all the Greek gods. But all she knew was that he
had
to be inhuman. People simply didn't have muscles that toned or skin so flawless and smooth. She reached out, half-afraid that he might disappear like some sort of ghost, and ran her fingers along the acres of perfect skin. When she made her way past the dark hair above the waistband of his jeans, she laid eyes on his arousal yet again, noting how large his member appeared even within the confines of his pants.

"Soon I'll be inside you," he said, noting her gaze.

His words brought a blush to her cheek. She was no virgin, but she wasn't exactly Madame du Barry either.

Before she had time to dwell on her embarrassment, Sebastian was already laying kisses along her stomach. He ran his fingers along her womanly curves, groaning as he enjoyed the softness of her skin. Though he moved his hand to her fly, he didn't immediately undress her. Instead he ran his fingers along her womanhood and then pressed his palm against the root of her femininity, causing her to stiffen in both pleasure and surprise.

"I can't wait to bury myself inside of you." He laid a kiss along the waistband of her pants.

Her response was nothing more than a blush and a loud whimper of ecstasy.

The man finally unbuttoned her jeans. He tugged the pants down her legs, laying kisses along her smooth skin as he went. Even though she really should have been focusing on enjoying his lips on her body, all she could think during that moment was,
Thank God I shaved.
Once he tugged off her pants, he smiled at her and then crawled upward again. She expected him to return to kissing her lips like he had before, but instead the man paused at her green undies and ran his fingers along the crook of her inner thighs.

"Do you want me to finger you?" He ran his fingers along her sensitive flesh, almost touching her feminine lips but not quite. She wasn't sure if this was pleasure or torture.

"Mmmm," was all she managed to say.

"I said, do you want me to finger you?" He kissed her pelvis. "I won't go further until you answer."

She realized he was teasing her—and she liked that.

"Yes." She was surprised she even remembered the word.

"Then tell me." He kissed her stomach.

"Huh?"

"Say, 'Sebastian, I want you to finger me,'" he said with a grin.

She sat up in alarm. "What? Why?"

"Because I like it when you blush, and you blush whenever the conversation turns dirty," he said.

Good God, the man was right. She was ninety-nine percent sure that she was as red as a cherry.

"Humph." She crossed her arms, causing her breasts to shift.

"You're not saying it." He nuzzled her between her legs.

"I want you to finger me," she mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" Sebastian grinned, his fingers inching a little closer to where she wanted them.

"I want you to finger me," she said, louder now. She tried to keep herself from blushing, but it would have been easier to do ballet on a tightrope.

Sebastian smiled at her in an oh-so-wicked way, and then he finally moved his hand up her thigh to the delicate lips of her pussy. As he ran his fingers along the smooth, fragile lips, she gasped for air. How long had it been since she'd been touched by somebody other than herself? Six months? A year? Oh, crap, it had been two whole years. She'd been so busy and…and…

He slid his finger inside of her underpants, cutting off all thoughts of numbers and anything else. At first he merely teased her, touching her sobbing cunt with his long fingers. As she spread her legs, half wanting to mewl like a cat, he kissed the crotch of her damp underwear and then stopped touching her for only long enough to ease the panties down her legs. Once she was completely nude, Sebastian buried his face in the dark triangle of curls that decorated her fragile sex. He laid a kiss between her legs, tender and reverent.

But then he looked up at her with an impish grin.

"Do you want me to lick your cunt?" he said.

Of course she wanted him to lick her cunt. Already she could imagine him lapping desperately at her aroused center, bringing her closer and closer to release.

The man propped himself up on his elbow. "Well?"

She nodded.

"Say it." He kissed her pussy. "Say that you want me to lick your cunt."

"Lick it," she said quietly.

"Be louder and make sure you say all of it." His grin widened.

"I want you to lick my cunt!" she wailed.

"As you wish, sweetheart." He chuckled.

He nuzzled his way between her feminine lips until his face was completely burrowed in dark curls, and then his tongue darted out of his mouth, drinking up her sex. His damp tongue plunging inside of her sensitive hole was enough to make her arch her back in euphoria. She thanked God, her parents, and even that damned BMW driver. She half felt like she'd just won an Academy Award because of all the gratitude she experienced.

Just when she was certain she was going to die from pleasure, he pulled his tongue from her hole. His lips meandered along the lips of her cunt, and he strayed all the way up to her sensitive clit. His experienced tongue to rove over her flesh. All she could do to stop herself from seizing his head and pressing it harder into her cunt was count the number of times his tongue stroked her pussy—one, two, three, four…Damn, was that a lick or a suck? It was so hard to be sure.

By the time he was finished, her legs were shaking from her arousal.

He traced the sensitive lips of her pussy with his finger. "Did you like it when I licked your cunt?"

She gave a slow nod.

"Good." Sebastian's grin widened.

The man jumped off the bed, starling her. She hadn't come yet, damn it. Even in a drunken state, she refused to sleep without having a proper orgasm. With how she was feeling, she might just have a heart attack without one.

Just when she was about to order him to finish what he started, the man unbuttoned his jeans. So he wasn't leaving for an impromptu visit to the bathroom, after all. The guy was giving her a show, a show that she very much wanted to see. As she watched, he unzipped his pants, then slid them down his legs. Then, moving just as slowly, he eased his pair of navy boxers down as well.

When his body was revealed, her mouth dropped open in shock. Emmy had to admit that a big cock was all well and good, but she wasn't sure how this was going to work. The guy was beyond huge. She bet it would even take two hands to jerk him off.

"I'm going to take your startled look as a compliment." Sebastian's eyes gleamed.

She glanced down at her body. "Are you sure this is going to work?"

"Oh, sweetheart, not only is this going to work, but you're going to love every minute of it." Judging by Sebastian's coy expression, he knew what he was talking about.

"O-okay." Her eyes still lingered on the full magnitude of him—the purple head, the wide, veiny shaft. He was glorious, massive size and all.

His eyes darkened due to her examination. "Touch me."

She wrapped her hand around his shaft, still marveling at the sheer size of the man. His rod was fat and full in her palm. His tip, as silky smooth as a freshly picked mushroom, was soft beneath her thumb. As she ran her hands along his body, he squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered. The fact that she could make Sebastian, who was as glorious as any actor or model, quiver due to her touch was more flattering than a thousand compliments. She longed to please him as he pleased her, but when she bent her head to swirl her tongue along his delicate tip, he pushed her back.

"You don't want it?" She'd never met a man who refused a blow job.

He cupped her cheek. "If you suck me now, I'll explode. Before I do that, I want to please you."

An unselfish lover. Oh goody. After a long line of selfish pricks in the bedroom, the change was wonderful.

"I want to please you, too," she said softly.

With a primitive growl, he lay on top of her again, trapping her hands above her head.