Trusting Stone by Alexa Sinclaire

“That’s a complete violation of my student record. They shouldn’t have given you that information. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”
    “People break rules for me, Eden.” And then as an afterthought, he added, “You’ll see that for yourself soon enough.” If only he knew how many of her own rules she had broken in those few minutes with him in his car. “But you’re happy that I found you. I know you are. I can tell just by the way you’re breathing.” He was standing next to her suddenly , having moved around the island so swiftly Eden didn’t have time to move away. He whispered into her ear now and she knew he was going to touch her.
    “Yes. I am,” she answered, though he hadn’t actually asked her. He had done that when they first met. He made statements to her that other people would phrase as questions.
    Eden slowly breathed out as he ran his fingertips up her arm until he reached her neck and stroked her collarbone.
    “I missed this. In fact, I thought about little else,” he whispered as he slowly bent down and brushed his lips against the skin of her neck, his hands moving to her hips, pulling her into him. She closed her eyes and softly moaned as the electric feeling she had felt with his first touch returned to her and her stomach tightened, the feeling shooting down between her legs. She reached and held on to his shirt to keep her balance. “You missed it too, Eden.”
    And suddenly, they were in motion. He was walking her backwards while kissing her throat, gently biting where her neck and shoulder met. He lifted her shirt over her head, throwing it over his shoulder. With her arms now bare, she wrapped them around his neck, running her fingers through his smooth hair, responding to his caresses, willing him to keep touching her and to never let it end.
    He laid her on the long couch, his hands moving across her bare torso, caressing her stomach and waist before climbing up over her breasts to her shoulders and easing down her bra straps.
    “God, I’ve been fantasizing about what your tits looked like since you pressed them against me at the club ,” he breathed into her neck.
    His voice made Eden writhe harder under him. He had been thinking about her, too!
    With Sebastian on top of her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him toward her, feeling his erection through his suit trousers pressing against the seam of her jeans, and it made her moan again. He had exposed one breast, and while he still hadn’t kissed her mouth, his lips were constantly moving over her body. They now found her nipple, already hard from her arousal.
    “So sweet and pink, Eden, even better than I imagined.”
    His lips surrounded it and she arched her back as she felt his tongue flicker across it, causing it to pebble even further. While his tongue continued to caress her nipple and breast, his hands had started moving south, further down, squeezing her waist, and she felt his fingers slide under the top of her jeans. He yanked at the top button, and something about the noise made Eden freeze.
    “No,” she said. It was hardly a whisper, but loud enough for Sebastian to realize she was serious. He stopped, as still as she had become, looking up from his position on her chest, his mouth still covering her now swollen nipple. To see his mouth like that, holding a part of her so intimately, Eden blushed.
    Suddenly, he was up, facing away from her, moving to the window and looking over the New York skyline with his back to her. In so doing, Eden realized , he was giving her the discretion she needed to get dressed.
    After a few moments, he spoke. She was shaking, but not from the fear she assumed was about to overwhelm her when he had unbuttoned her jeans. No, now she was shaking with her own frustration at having stopped him.
    “Come to dinner with me tomorrow night. My apartment . It’s not far from here. I’ll send a car at seven p.m.” He turned to face her now and she blushed