That had been controlled? What would he do if he was out of control? “Promise?”
He pulled her hand from his cock, lifted it above the table, and kissed her knuckles tenderly. “I want to do highly illegal things to you, right here, right now,” he said in a sexy growl. Her nipples tingled in response. “Don’t tempt me beyond reason, woman.”
She could do nothing but stare at him, her heart beating erratically in her chest.
He released her hand and refastened his pants before shifting several inches away from her. He tackled his lasagna with his usual beastly flair. “You better not sit there and pick at your food for an hour,” he said, taking another large bite. “We’ve got places to go, things to see…” He leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Your body to tease.”
Jessica had never been hungrier in her life. But it wasn’t food she craved. She pushed her plate aside and nudged Sed out of the booth.
While Jessica was more than ready to head for the nearest bed and get right down to business, Sed seemed to think she needed additional public foreplay. He led her to the entrance to the gondola ride that ran through the Venetian Hotel’s shopping center.
He drew her wrist to his lips and placed a tender kiss over her pulse point. “It will be romantic.”
Who could say no to a big, tough guy trying to be romantic? Not her.
Nestled along his side in the flat-bottomed boat, she wasn’t sure which turned her on more, his deep rich voice as he sang in feigned Italian with their gondolier, or the things he was doing to her clit beneath the coat he’d spread over her lap. There was one thing she was sure about. Sed knew how to work her into an insatiable frenzy no matter where they were. She just wanted to get off the boat and get on the man.
Apparently, she wasn’t the only one who’d been seduced by his serenade. The instant they stepped through the ride’s exit, a gaggle of psycho fan chicks descended upon him. “Oh Sed this,” and “oh Sed that.” Jessica found herself nudged to the outskirts of the crowd while twittering females demanded autographs and photos. They had their hands all over him. All over him. He didn’t try to stop them.
Fuming, Jessica followed the crowd—what choice did she have?—taking note of every foreign finger that touched him. Sed talked and laughed with the women as he eased his way toward the nearest exit, signing autographs without missing a step, pausing in mid-stride with a smile for a picture before continuing onward, as if this was as natural to him as breathing. His fangirls swarmed around him like an army of ants who’d discovered someone’s discarded candy. Only he wasn’t discarded candy. He was Jessica’s candy and she wasn’t ready to discard him. Yet.
By the time they reached the nearest taxi at the curb, and Sed managed to weasel himself into the backseat beside Jessica without the accompaniment of fans, she was downright pissed.
“Where to?” the cab driver asked.
“We should probably go back to the tour bus and get a change of clothes,” he said to Jessica. “Take a shower.”
“Whatever.”
Sed’s brow furrowed with confusion. “Are you pissed off about something?”
“Oh no. I like to be completely ignored while you’re fondled by dozens of women.”
He had the audacity to grin at her. With both dimples showing. The jerk!
“Where to?” the cab driver repeated.
“Mandalay Bay. There are a couple of black and gray tour buses parked behind the events center. Drop us off there.”
Jessica crossed her arms over her chest. Maybe she didn’t want to go back to the tour bus. Did he ever consider that?
“I wasn’t ignoring you, baby,” Sed said. “I could never ignore you.”
“Well, you sure as hell weren’t ignoring all those touchy-feely women.”
He chuckled. “Dear God, Jess, you’re actually jealous.”
“Am not!”
He grabbed her and had her sprawled beneath him in the backseat within seconds. He kissed her, feasting on her mouth and stealing her senses. When he squeezed her breast, she slugged him in the shoulder. He pulled away to gaze down at her.
She glared up at him. “Do you always have to be such a beast?”
One dimple appeared as he grinned at her crookedly. “When you’re pissed and jealous? Yes, I have to be a beast.”
“Get off me.”
“You wanna be on top?” He shifted her again and she found herself straddling his lap. His hands slipped beneath her skirt to stroke the bare skin of her ass. “Fine by me.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
His mouth descended on the side of her neck. Her fingers pressed into his scalp, meaning to push him away, but he suckled that perfect spot just beneath her jaw, so she drew him closer instead. God, why couldn’t her stupid body stop responding to him? It was downright annoying at times. She should be very upset with him for being so irresistible to his stupid fangirls.
The sudden lurch of her body brought her back to her senses. Well, sorta.
Sed stopped sucking and glanced out the cab window. “We’re here.”
Sed paid the cab driver and hauled his large frame from the backseat, dragging Jessica along with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him carry her to the bus. She knew she was supposed to be mad at him about something, but kissing him as he struggled to climb the bus stairs without dropping her was much more enjoyable. She wanted this. Wanted him.
He set her on her feet near the curtained bunks and tugged his lips away from hers. Drunk with desire, she watched him remove his clothes. Her gaze drifted over his naked flesh. Shoulders broad. Hips narrow. Cock hard. Muscles bulging in all the right places. A shiver of delight snaked up her spine. When her eyes finally settled on his face, he grinned at her. “Like what you see?”
“No.” She choked on her own lie.
Forcing her attention from his distracting body, her gaze landed on the dining table and the laptop sitting there beneath the stack of work she was supposed to be doing for Myrna. Jessica hadn’t thought about it once since she’d succumbed to Sed’s lovemaking the night before. She almost felt guilty. Almost. “Now that we’re here, I should get some work done.” She looked at him for his reaction.
Sed shrugged and then turned to enter the bathroom. Alone.
What?
She didn’t really want to work right now. She wanted him to be as distracted by her as he was by him. Jessica followed him, completely under his spell.
Sed stood at the sink, lathering his face with shaving cream. She watched the play of muscles beneath the skin of his back and shoulders as he moved. Did the man have any idea how sexy he was? Yeah, probably. As he drew his razor up under his chin, Jessica moved to stand behind him. She ran a single finger down his spine. His body tensed, but he gave no other indication that he knew she was there.
She pulled off her top and tossed it into the hallway, followed by her skirt. Naked, she moved closer, pressing her breasts against his back, and wrapped her hands around his body. She wasted no time getting right down to business. She took his cock in both hands and stroked him, rubbing her thumbs over the sensitive head until he was rock hard. He had paused in his shaving routine while she’d been stroking him, but when she moved away and stepped into the shower, he continued drawing the razor over his skin. He rinsed his razor in the sink, tapped off the residue, and moved to the next section.
Why was he ignoring her now? Damn him for getting her all worked up and then playing it so cool. She could play it cool, too. She turned on the shower and wet her hair. By the time she’d finished washing it, she expected him to have joined her. With her arms suspended over her head, he had to be checking out her exposed body—the way her breasts moved and the water followed her contours. So why was she still showering alone? She glanced outside the shower door and found him clean-shaven, leaning against the sink with his arms crossed over his broad chest. He was watching her. His massive cock stood at full attention in front of him, hard as granite, yet ignored. At least by him.