His tongue plays with mine, gradually taking over our kiss, setting the pace. It's different from our other kisses. It's a slow burn, igniting in my toes and dancing up my legs, growing hotter and hotter until my core pulsates in anticipation.

He flips me onto my back, his mouth still latched to mine, caging his hard frame over me. I gasp as he pulls back an inch. His hitched breath merges with mine. He locks his blues on mine and swallows hard.

I reach for his head to tug him back to me, but he resists.

I ask, "What's—"

"I don't want you to regret me, Sunshine," he declares, his intoxicating scent mixing with the garden's flowers.

My butterflies flutter so fast, I shift my hips upward. It's only a slight movement, but the friction of his hard shaft against me sends a shudder down my spine.

He clenches his jaw, breathing harder.

"Sebastian..." I mumble, not sure what I'm trying to say.

The blue flames in his eyes roar hotter, drilling into me. He deeply inhales and demands, "Tell me you won't regret me."

"I won't," I say with no hesitation.

He stays locked in place, as if questioning my answer.

I reiterate, "I won't," and lean up and press my lips back on his.

It's all it takes for his worries to dissolve. His warm palm slides up my shirt, then under my body. He unclasps my bra. Then his large hand moves over my breast. His fingers graze my nipple, teasing it until it can't harden anymore and I'm whimpering into his mouth.

His face drops to my neck. Tingles dance along my skin, and he murmurs in my ear, "What do you taste like, Sunshine?"

Zings pummel me, and his hand moves to my jeans, releasing the button and zipper with ease. His long fingers slip under my panties and glide through my slit.

I moan, arching into him, squeezing my arms tighter around him.

He taunts me, flicking me, sliding into me, then removing his fingers and flicking some more until I'm a quivering mess. In an arrogant voice, he challenges, "Tell me to lick your pussy."

I've never said that word. The first time I heard Sebastian say it, something sparked inside me. Now is no different. And since he mentioned it the first night we arrived at the ranch, I've imagined his tongue down there every night when he held me in bed. So I don't hesitate, ordering, "Lick my pussy, Sebastian."

His lips twitch. He shoves his tongue back in my mouth as if he owns it, and I grind my lower body against his erection.

He groans, then undresses me. I'm soon naked, underneath him, and throbbing. I reach for his belt, but he grabs my hands and pins them to a pillow. His eyes twinkle, and the faint hint of stars appear in the night sky.

He removes his shirt, and it's like his cut torso's glowing.