Chapter 6: No Strings Attached

Sally couldn't believe that those words had actually come out of her mouth. Sebastian wasn't running from her house. She knew she wasn't the ideal woman, but she was good in bed. She knew this.

She'd bet he was good in bed. She took another spoonful of her soup. Sebastian stared at her with his spoon halfway to his mouth. Maybe the thought appalled him. Maybe he'd lost his appetite and couldn't imagine having sex with her.

She was about to run from the room. From embarrassment. Had she really just propositioned this man that she'd only met hours before? Life was lonely out here. Too lonely. Clearly, she had to update her online dating profile and get back on that horse.

Sebastian put down his spoon. She could see him swallowing hard, his Adam's apple moving up and down. She'd shocked him and now she had no idea how to get out of this situation. She'd never had anyone turn her down, but she hadn't asked too many men to share her bed. Most men thought she was desperate because of her size. She wasn't. Some men liked more to hold onto. She'd thought Sebastian was one of them.

Guess she was wrong.

"You want me to spend the night and share your bed?" he said, his voice a little shaky.

"Staying the night isn't contingent upon staying in my bed," she said.

He leaned back in his chair, resting one foot on his other knee. He crossed his arms loosely over that wonderful chest. The one she wanted to fall asleep with her head on. "The staying in your bed is the most attractive part of this."

She let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. He smiled, a laugh letting loose from him.

"We should finish dinner first."

"Yes. It's very good," he said.

"You really think so?" She hated that she sounded so insecure, but she was almost regretting her decision to invite him into her bed.

How banal to be talking about her food when she wanted him to take her on the kitchen table. She really shouldn't let herself go this long without sex, but there was something about Sebastian. She trusted him and she didn't trust easily.

"Yes, I do." He picked up his spoon again. He took another taste, but it was really a slurp. She couldn't help laughing. He didn't blush. "Sorry."

"No, it's fine."

She found it endearing. He didn't slurp for the rest of the bowl.

"You're waiting for me to make noise."

She laughed. "I am. It was funny. Really it was."

He laughed, too. She liked his laugh. Hearty, deep. Sexy. She wanted him to do her on the table. Right now. She'd bet those hands would expert, touching her. Bringing her pleasure. Was he staying the night? Would he stay the night in her bed? He hadn't agreed to it yet.

She couldn't clear the plates fast enough. He helped. When the last plate was in the dishwasher, he pushed her against the counter. He put his body against hers and she knew he was ready for tonight.

Their lips met in a storm, their tongues doing a tango in each other's mouths. She wanted skin to skin contact, so she jammed her hands under his shirt. She came upon the muscles she'd seen early. She wanted to lick this man head to toe.

"We need to take this upstairs," she said when he let go of her lips.

She took a breath as he scooped her up. She had her arms around his neck and her legs around his middle. His hands held up her butt.

She didn't want to be anywhere else as his erection nudged her.

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Sebastian couldn't believe that he was carrying this hot woman up to her bedroom. She'd asked him to stay the night in her bed. This was like something out of a porno. She nibbled at his neck and made mewling sounds that made him hot.

"Which one?"

"Third floor."

He laughed a little, but he took her all the way up. Her room had a large bed with a flowery bedspread. He put her down, not really wanting to lose contact, but he wanted his clothing off. And hers, too.

His shirt came first and as he tugged it over his head she undid his pants.

"In a hurry?" he said.

"Yes. You see any reason to waste time?"

He looked down at her green eyes, sparkling and dark with passion. For him. Damn. He hadn't been laid in a while. He'd tired of those one night stands, but he hadn't been ready for a relationship.

But here she was. His mate. He knew it and didn't want to know it at the same time. He'd think about that in the morning. Or some other time. Right now, a beautiful blonde woman was taking his dick out of his pants.

What did he care about whether she was his mate or not? She was going to have sex with him and that's all that mattered.

Her tongue on the tip brought his attention back to her. "Honey, it's been a while for me. If you keep doing that I might explode in your mouth."

"Would that be bad?"

"I don't want our first encounter to be a blowjob. I want to please you."

She looked at him as if he were the first person who had ever said that to her. She took her mouth off of him but not her hand. As much as it pained him, he took her hand off of him.

"Let me undress you."

"Hurry."

"We have all night, Sally."

She stood as he shucked off his pants. He stood in his boxers, his erection peeking out at her. He took off her top and gasped at her breasts.

They sat in a purple bra that held them up high. Her nipples were just out of sight. How tantalizing. He always found scantily clad sexier than outright naked. Not that he didn't want to see her naked, but he was always slow to unwrap a present. He liked the anticipation as much as the reveal.

She looked up at him with a question in her eyes.