The Future King’s Love-Child by Melanie Milburne Page A

misted over suddenly as she added in a choked up voice, ‘But you didn’t know him.’
    Sebastian let out a rusty sigh and, taking one single step, gathered her to him. He rested his chin on the top of her head and wondered why the hell he still felt this way about her. She could go from a shrieking shrew to a lost little girl within a heartbeat. Then, to make things even more confusing, she could turn on the heat and turn into asensual goddess, that pouting mouth of hers making him want to press his down on those blood-red lips and never stop kissing her, devouring her taste, the essence of her body, to feel the convulsions of her feminine muscles around him, making him pour himself into her. He could feel the movement of his blood in his veins; he was already hard against her and wondered why she hadn’t moved back.
    He felt her take in a breath, the brush of her breasts against his chest making him shudder with the need to fill her as he had done in the past.
    He lifted her chin and looked into the sea-glass-green of her eyes, fighting not to drown in them. ‘You are right,’ he said. ‘I didn’t know him personally. He seemed very affable but I know from personal experience that what goes on in public is not always representative of what happens in private.’
    She looked back at him, her gaze as unfathomable as the ocean pounding below. ‘I’m cold,’ she said and he felt her shiver under the touch of his hands.
    Sebastian took one of her hands from where it was clutching at his jacket to keep it in place, and brought it up to his mouth. He kissed each of her knuckles in turn, a soft-as-a-baby’s sigh caress that made her pupils grow darker than the searaging below. ‘Then let’s go inside and warm you up,’ he said, and, taking her by the hand, he led her inside the villa.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    C ASSIE stepped into the private study Sebastian opened a short time later, her senses heightened by his light touch as he took his jacket from her shoulders and laid it over a chair.
    He came back to stand in front of her, his dark gaze meshing with hers as he took both of her hands in his. ‘Not so cold now?’ he asked.
    She shook her head, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. ‘No…not cold at all…’
    He settled his hands on her waist and brought her up against his body. ‘I should pour you a cup of coffee,’ he said, looking down at her mouth.
    Cassie felt her lips start to tingle the longer his gaze rested there. ‘Should you?’ she asked.
    He smiled lopsidedly. ‘You do not fancy a coffee right now, agape mou? ’
    Cassie drew in a shaky breath, her stomach feeling hollow with a combination of nerves andanticipation. ‘That’s not really why I am here, is it, Sebastian?’
    He placed his palm at the nape of her neck, his fingers warm and tempting on her sensitive skin. ‘You still want to deny what is between us, Cassie?’ he asked.
    How could she possibly deny it? Cassie wondered. What would be the point? Saying no to Sebastian Karedes had never been easy for her, now even more so. They both knew she was here because she wanted to be here. By stepping over the threshold of the villa she had stepped into his arms and would stay there for as long as he wanted her to. ‘No,’ she said, placing her hands on his chest as she met his gaze. ‘I am not going to deny it.’
    He brought his mouth down to hers in a slow-moving assault on her senses, waiting until she opened her mouth on a whimpering sigh before he began to stroke her tongue with his own. The erotic caress loosened her spine, her legs swaying beneath her as he deepened the kiss, each slow thrust and stroke of his tongue fuelling her desire until all she could think about was how it would feel to have him possess her again.
    His kiss changed its tempo as soon as her hands pulled his shirt out of his trousers, his mouth grinding against hers. Tongues of flame licked along her veins as she responded by rubbing upagainst him, her hands