Sebastian/Aristide (Bayou Heat) by Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright Read Free Book Online

‘no pouncing’ decision.
    Once again, however, he restrained his primitive impulse.
    Instead, he skimmed his lips up the flat plane of her stomach, the valley between her breasts, at last halting at the pulse that beat wildly at the base of her neck.
    She made a sound of impatience, her lips parting willingly as he at last claimed her mouth in a kiss of sheer possession.
    “Sebastian,” she moaned.
    “If you have any intention of changing your mind, it’d better be quick, sugar,” he warned. “My control is about to snap.”
    “Let it snap,” she whispered against his lips.
    “Last chance,” he offered, his hands clenching the gentle swell of her hips.
    He knew once he had a taste of her it would not be enough.
    Because this is way more than the mating heat.
    This woman belongs in my arms.
    The unnerving words seared through his mind before he could halt them.
    “My last chance ended when I arrived in New Orleans,” she retorted, shivering as his tongue swiped between her lips in a very feline gesture. “I should never have left New York.”
    “I would have found you, Reny Smith,” he said, grasping her hand to gently place it against his pulsing arousal. “This moment was fated from the day we were born.”
    She held his gaze as her fingers traced his hard cock that strained against his zipper, her eyes glowing with the power of her cat.
    Hunger clawed deep within him. Okay, maybe no pouncing, but a raw, pagan night of sex was becoming far more likely.
    As if deliberately attempting to drive Sebastian out of his mind, Reny tugged down the zipper of his slacks, releasing the heavy thrust of his erection.
    “And I’ve never been so damned happy with destiny in my entire life,” Sebastian managed to croak, shuddering at the hot surge of pleasure.
    Heat spiked the air as she lightly skimmed her fingers down his thick length.
    “I don’t believe in that mumbo-jumbo,” she muttered.
    “You should. Fate brought you to me,” he growled, his hands tightening on her hips as he sought to leash his eager cat.
    “No, I control my own life,” she stubbornly insisted, her hand moving steadily lower.
    “Reny…” He muttered a curse, his eyes clenching shut. How the hell was he supposed to argue when he was one stroke away from a climax? “Are you deliberately trying to torture me?”
    She discovered his tender sack and lightly squeezed. “Would I do that?”
    “Yes,” he choked, grasping her wrist to halt the exquisite torment. “No more.”
    “Why not?”
    Forcing his eyes open, he met the glowing moss green eyes. “Because just your touch is about to make me explode.”
    The spicy scent of her arousal spiked at his blunt words. “And that’s a bad thing?”
    “Not bad,” he husked. “But I want to be buried deep inside you when I come.”
    She shivered, responding to the stark need in his voice. “Then what are you waiting for?”
    Good question.
    Granted, he wasn’t like many of his people. He was calm, calculated. Capable of considering a situation from multiple viewpoints.
    That’s what made him such a successful Diplomat. He didn’t allow his instincts to rule him.
    But now…
    Now he wanted to plunge into the incandescent pleasure that was heating his blood to a fever pitch. He wanted to forget the danger that continued to threaten the Wildlands. And the knowledge that Raphael was depending on him to bring an end to the humans’ mounting fear.
    He just wanted to become lost in his hunger for a woman who was stirring emotions that should have terrified the hell out of him.
    With a slow, sensuous gesture, Sebastian loosened his grip on her wrist at the same moment he captured her lips with a blazing kiss. She opened her mouth to invite the invasion of his tongue, her hand moving down his cock with a stroke that made his back arch in pure bliss.
    Gliding his lips over the flushed skin of her cheeks, he discovered the sensitive spot just below her ear. She shivered in response, her heart