Page 79 of Sterling Heat

Nice topic change. “Very . . . stimulating.”

Sebastian chuckles. “You’re officially a Sterling Falls citizen once you’ve learned our dirty little secret.”

“Vale told me I’m officially a Sterlet.” Pride fills my voice. I haven’t been part of a club since college. I’m pretty certain the accounting club does not compare to this small-town book club.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to tell me that.” His husky voice teases me.

“Oops. Well, I’m honored to be included.”

His gaze falls to my mouth. “Buy anything?”

My face heats and I’m grateful for the dim light in my room. “Maybe.”

Sebastian props up on his elbow, startling me with the sudden movement. “Oh yeah? Tell me about it.” His voice suggests he’s suddenly awake.

“Tell me about your dream,” I counter.

“How about if I show you instead?” The seduction in his voice dissolves all playfulness. The air suddenly crackles.

Sebastian’s fingertips tenderly flirt with the cleavage peeking above the tank top I’m wearing over my nursing bra. He traces over the heavy swells, not fully palming them, though, and my nipples tighten.

Quickly, he lowers his hand for my belly and brushes the fitted shirt upward exposing my flesh. With my hand, I cover the subtle roll still present.

“Don’t do that,” he whispers, leaning closer to run his nose along mine.

“I look like a truck ran over my belly.”

“You had a baby, and that’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

Goodness. This man.

With silent swiftness, he crawls over my lower body, gently forcing me to my back, and tugs at the waistband of my pajama shorts. Taking my underwear with it, he undresses me with care, like someone taking their time to unwrap a present so they don’t rip the wrapping paper. Slowly, he unveils my thighs and knees, ankles and feet.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters in awe as his hands cover the tops of my feet and he slides his palms upward, rubbing over my shins and cupping the back of my knees. My legs are quickly spread apart.

Sebastian continues, skimming my inner thighs, kneading my flesh. A tender press pushes my thighs even wider, exposing me to him. The blue in his eyes ignites to bright flames.

“Tell me about tonight, sugar. What did you purchase? What did you learn?”

Completely under his spell while his hands massage my inner thighs, moving closer to my center but not quite touching me where I want him most, I struggle to speak. “I bought . . . this thing . . . that finds my G-spot.”

“Like this?” Two fingers enter me with a gentle shove, exploring, discovering, until I gasp.

Sweet lemon cakes, that feels amazing.

Too soon, he withdraws his fingers but stares down at where they exited my body. “Keep talking.”

“It has a rabbit ear, that touches my—” I suck in air as his two fingers return inside me like a tender exam while his thumb presses on my clit.

“Like this?” He’s teasing me now, knowing full well where the device can reach and what it does. Withdrawing his fingers once more and releasing my trigger point sets off another whimper from me.

“Want me to use that toy on you tonight, baby?”

Yes. But I also want him. His skin meeting mine. His fingers touching me. The connection is more intimate.

“Or can I use my mouth instead.”

Groaning, I swallow, incapable of forming coherent words. I can’t remember the last time someone kissed me down there.