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  “You?”

  At his sharp nod, she swore. Then she surprised him. She slapped her hands on his cheeks and drew his face down to hers for a kiss. Surprise held him immobile for a second. Sebastian groaned. Hunger for her, ever close to the surface, exploded in his veins. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her close. Taking control of the kiss, he tipped her head back and slid his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and moved closer.

  He dropped his hands to her ass, squeezing the plump globes and tilting her into his erection. He wanted her to know how much he needed her. Impatient to feel her skin against his, he attacked the buttons on her blouse. His fingers fumbled over the tiny pearls. He quickly grew frustrated with the seemingly easy task. He gripped the edges of the soft cream blouse.

  “Let me,” she said just as he’d been prepared to rip it open. Her fingers finessed the tiny buttons and before he knew it, she was shrugging out of it. Reaching behind her back, she undid her bra and let it slide off her shoulders.

  He unfastened her jeans and shoved them down her legs. She stepped out of them and he tossed them aside. He fused his mouth to a shapely thigh and kissed his way up to her belly button. Her fingers delved into his hair. This close, he could smell her arousal. Though she always fought him, she wanted this as much as he did.

  Running his hands up the backs of her thighs, he slid them beneath her panties so that once more he palmed the curve of her buttocks. Snagging the white cotton, he bared her to his sight. When he would have kissed her mound, she tugged him back. “Don’t. L-let’s just…Just fuck me and be done with it.”

  He growled. Didn’t she understand that he craved this? The taste of her on his tongue was exquisite. And he wasn’t willing to negotiate. He guided her to a seated position on the couch, her bottom balanced on the edge and her thighs spread wide.

  His hands coursed up her beautiful body. He couldn’t seem to stop caressing her. Her skin was wonderfully soft. His brain was clouded by lust and by the field of psychic energy that surrounded him. In his more lucid moments, he liked to think that he would never do anything to her that she didn’t want. Ignoring her protests, he parted her labia and licked her pussy from top to bottom. Sebastian groaned as his dick grew impossibly hard at her flavor. It was like a hit of adrenaline to his system. Her moans spurred him on. She held his head to her and thrust her hips at him as he devoured her pussy.

  He squeezed his cock to relieve some of the building ache. Keva’s fingers tightened in his curls as he concentrated on her clit, teasing it with his tongue before sucking it between his lips. “Oh, God, Sebastian. Please…” He slid a finger into her wet heat. She was close. Her muscles closed and pulsed around his digit. Adding a second finger, he thrust hard and deep, wishing that it was his cock inside her. But this was good. He was eager for her pleasure. When it came, she cried out his name. Smiling, he lapped up her juices until her breathing returned to normal.

  He stood. The sight of her stretched out before him, sated for the moment, made his chest swell with satisfaction. He shoved down his briefs, freeing his erection. Drawing her up into a seated position, he wrapped her hand around his cock, hissing when she began the first tight stroke. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Kiss me.” He wanted to see her lips wrapped around him.

  If she was hesitant, it didn’t show. She swirled her tongue around the swollen, weeping head of his cock as though it were a lollipop before licking her way down the side of the shaft. He stroked her cheek even as she curled her fingers around the base of his dick and worked her way back up to the tip. Her other hand latched onto a butt cheek and pulled him forward just as she began to suck. Sebastian groaned as he watched his cock become enveloped into her sweet mouth. He couldn’t watch for long or he knew he’d blow inside her mouth. He didn’t want that. Not this time. So he clenched his teeth and tipped his head back, his eyes closed, as she manipulated his balls and suckled his cock.

  “God, baby, that feels so good,” he groaned, resisting the urge to thrust as she took him deeper. She moaned around him, the vibration and the thought that she might be enjoying pleasuring him making his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Shit.” The hot suction and the sucking noises were pushing him toward an orgasm. He withstood only a moment more before he pulled back. Keva licked her lips, causing him to groan again.

  He sat on the couch next to her and tugged her into his lap. Her breasts bounced as she settled over him, drawing his gaze. Scooping them into his hands, he teased the peaks until she was undulating her hips against his, his cock sliding between her slick pussy lips.

  “Fuck me,” he ordered. He wanted her in charge, wanted her to admit that she wanted this as much as he did. He helped her as she lifted herself and fit his tip to her opening. Her descent was slow and smooth. She moaned as he stretched her.

  Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she began to ride him. She was absolutely exquisite, her movement graceful yet full of purpose. He thrust up to meet her but he was limited as his back was against the couch. Sliding down to rectify his position, he captured a nipple in his mouth. Keva’s raspy cry made him smile. He released the one only to latch onto the other. She fucked him harder, her pace picking up.

  He bucked beneath her, burying himself to the hilt in her body over and over. Moans spilled from her lips. Inserting a hand between their bodies, he found her clit with his thumb, circling it and then strumming it until she jerked, her pussy convulsing around his plunging shaft. Breathing hard, he rolled them until she was beneath him on the couch. He shoved one of her legs over his shoulder and pounded her wet pussy. She was so tight, he could barely pull out.

  “Keva,” he managed, his impending orgasm making his voice rough. His cock swelled. He let his energy flow into her at the same time he flooded her with his seed. The release of the energy was in itself like a second climax. The tension left his body, leaving him lax and mellow in its wake. She shivered as the bolt of his psychic power entered her. She moaned and tilted her head back but not before he saw her eyes go silver. He collapsed onto her. She felt so good beneath him. He could lay here just like this, their bodies connected, forever.

  Taking a deep breath, Keva shoved at his shoulder. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her pussy and sat back. He wanted her again. He wondered if she’d be willing to—

  “I’m sure you have somewhere to go.” She began gathering her clothes.

  He wet his lips as she bent over. “I’m not leaving.”

  She turned to glare at him. “Sure you are. You got what you came for.” She grumbled something else but he couldn’t make out her words.

  He picked up his briefs, as he considered what he would say to her. This time he meant it. He was staying put. He was tired of fighting the magnetism he felt toward her. The way he’d been handling his need for her wasn’t making either one of them happy. He couldn’t continue to use her without giving her anything in return. If he stuck around, maybe he had a chance of making it up to her.

  Arms full of clothes, she headed toward the stairs. “Do both of us a favor? Figure out how to use your power already. I can’t keep doing this.”

  Sebastian sighed. He dressed while trying to organize his thoughts. He was going to be out on his ass soon if he didn’t figure out what to say to make her believe he was staying. The shower turned on upstairs.

  He went to her kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He was leaning against the sink and staring out of the window into the small courtyard behind her town house when she came down. She stopped when she caught sight of him. “You’re still here.” She sounded surprised.

  “I told you I’m not leaving.”

  “Isn’t that going to be hard to explain to Becky?” She stopped in front of him, hands on her curvy hips.

  He frowned. “Becky?”

  “You remember. Your perky neighbor.” She batted her lashes and affected a high-pitched, airy voice. “Hey, I saw your truck. I was hoping you’d come over for a fuck. Oops! I meant dinner again if
you weren’t too busy.”

  He smiled at her dead-on impersonation. “I don’t have to explain anything to Becky.”

  She crossed her arms beneath her chest, pushing up her breasts and his eyes dropped to her bosom. “You’re kidding me, right? We just…” She made a sound of disgust and gestured over her shoulder at the couch.

  Sebastian laughed. She stared at him, her brows raised in what appeared to be surprise. “I’m sorry.” Then he shook his head. “Actually, hell no, I’m not sorry that we just made love. You’re beautiful and you’re hot.”

  She bit her lip. “What are you playing at?”

  “I’m just being honest with you. Becky is inconsequential.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Bet you say that about all the girls.”

  “Never you,” he said solemnly.

  Keva inhaled as though she’d been splashed with a glass of cold water. She opened her mouth but whatever she was about to say was cut off by a knock at the door.

  Chapter Eight

  It was a surreal moment. She had to be dreaming. Keva was tempted to pinch herself beneath the table. But this was real. She was actually sitting at her mother’s table with her sister on her left, encouraging her daughter to eat her vegetables and Sebastian to her right, his long curls finger combed and looking as though he’d just had sex. Which he had. Keva shuddered to think what would have happened if Kevin had come to her place a half an hour earlier. Her mother and Lily had been worried about her and sent him after her. Once there, he’d invited Sebastian to dinner. It had surprised her when he’d accepted the invite.

  With the exception of Kevin, the rest of her family wore their Sunday best. Kevin had stopped at home after work to change into a button-down shirt and slacks. Even little Ambrosia wore a fluffy pink dress. Sebastian was the most casually dressed person at the table in a faded T-shirt and worn jeans. She had on a nice blouse and new jeans, yet she didn’t feel as comfortable as Sebastian appeared to be despite the fact that this was her family and he was surrounded by strangers. But then perhaps he didn’t know what was coming.

  For a while, the conversation centered around the food. Kevin complained about being the manager at a pharmacy that was open every day. Each year they seemed to be expanding work hours. This year they were discussing being open even on Thanksgiving.

  “Kevin, you can’t miss Thanksgiving,” their mother said, “and your employees shouldn’t have to either.”

  “I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that. Either way, it won’t be for the entire day.” He grinned. “I’ll still make it here in time for your sweet-potato pie.”

  Her mother sighed. “I don’t like it, but I understand. Jobs are hard to come by these days.” She turned to Sebastian. “What do you do for a living, young man?”

  And it starts, Keva thought, taking a sip of her sweet tea.

  “At the moment, I’m between jobs.”

  Nellie’s eyes flashed to her as she made a hum of acknowledgement. Keva shifted in her seat. She well understood that look. It said strike one. “How did you say you met my daughter?”

  “We met while she was working in Nevada.”

  “Oh? Did you work at that place also?”

  Sebastian paused with a forkful of collard greens halfway to his mouth. He couldn’t have possibly missed her mother’s disapproving tone. “No. I was flipping houses.”

  “Wow, that sounds exciting,” Jackson said. Her brother-in-law loved tools. Lily was constantly complaining about his attempts to make modifications to their home. The noise and dirt drove her crazy.

  “What is flipping houses?”

  “I buy foreclosed homes, fix them up, and sell them.”

  Nellie’s eyes narrowed. “You mean you profit off the misfortune of others?”

  Keva suppressed a groan. Strike two.

  “Well, they’re not all foreclosed.”

  “Hmph. But you’re currently unemployed. Do you plan on going back to Nevada?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  “Mmm. So what do you plan to do for work? You do plan to work, don’t you?” She eyed his shoulder-length hair. “You’re not some sort of hippie, are you?”

  Keva hid a grin behind her hand. Her mother hated hippies. Keva didn’t think she’d ever actually met a hippie. It was on principle alone that her mother disliked them. Kevin choked on his tea. Lecretia hid the lower half of her face behind her napkin. Jackson had to turn his back on the table. Only Lily remained unamused.

  “I do plan to work, ma’am. And, no, I’m not a hippie.” Sebastian managed to answer with a straight face despite the snickers breaking out around him.

  “Then you might want to get a haircut. No one around here is going to hire you looking like that.”

  “Actually, I was thinking of going back into web design or perhaps running my own construction company.”

  “Mmm.” Nellie said no more, but she didn’t seem satisfied.

  Lily wiped Ambrosia’s stained face. The baby’s plump cheeks were adorable as she chewed her food with a sum total of four teeth. “Are you originally from Nevada?”

  “No, I’m from California.”

  “Any siblings?”

  “None.”

  “Oh? Your parents must miss you. Do you plan to return to California?”

  Sebastian tensed at the mention of his parents, but he answered calmly enough. “No.” With a significant glance at Keva, he said, “I’m finding that I like it here.”

  “And how did you happen to begin flipping houses in Nevada?”

  “I traveled there with friends and decided to stay.”

  “Just like that? Do you often make such snap decisions? Bit of a wanderer, aren’t you?”

  Keva sighed at her sister’s sharp tone and decided it was time for her to step in. “You can end the inquisition. You and mom have the wrong idea about Sebastian and me. We’re only friends.”

  ****

  “Only friends, huh?” Sebastian whispered, bumping his knee against Keva’s. They sat side by side on the couch while her family planned who would bring what to their Thanksgiving dinner. Sebastian thought it was premature since the holiday was a month off. His family was small. It had always just been him and his parents. His mother hadn’t been much of a cook. She didn’t like it and had avoided it whenever possible. The last year he’d spent with his parents, his mom had tried frying the turkey. The bird had turned out black on the outside and raw on the inside. He and his dad considered themselves lucky that she hadn’t burned the house down.

  Keva cut her dark eyes at him. “Barely that,” she muttered.

  Sebastian suppressed a groan. Convincing her that they were right for each other was going to be more difficult than he’d thought. He’d just assumed she’d be happy that he wasn’t going to leave.

  “Keva, you can bring the tea,” Lily said, scribbling on a notepad. Her brow wrinkled. “Do you think you could also manage corn bread? They’ve got some really good mixes on the market.”

  Keva sighed. Sebastian was probably the only one who heard her. “I can handle it.”

  “Sebastian, will you still be in town for Thanksgiving?” Lily inquired.

  “Yes,” he answered.

  At the same time Keva said, “No.”

  There was a moment of silence. Then Nellie said, “Well, if you’re in town, you’re welcome to come.”

  “Thank you. I’d love to.”

  After they finished sorting who would bring what dish, the women went to clean the kitchen. Sebastian had offered to help but was declined. Keva whispered to him that her mother didn’t like men in her kitchen.

  Kevin dropped into the seat that Keva vacated and grabbed the remote off the coffee table. He turned on the television and began surfing channels. “That was quite the grilling my mom and sister gave you. You okay?”

  “I’m fine. I understand. She’s protecting her daughter.”

  Jackson bounced his baby daughter on his lap. Ambrosia giggled before sliding out of her father�
��s lap. “I had to go through it when Lily first brought me home. And I grew up next door!”

  “Is it true? That the two of you are just friends?” Kevin asked without taking his attention away from the TV.

  Sebastian wasn’t sure how to answer that one. By this time Ambrosia had made her way around the coffee table to him. She held her arms up, mutely requesting to be taken. He didn’t know what it was about him, but babies loved him. Scooping her up, he replied to Kevin’s questions. “I want it to be more than that, but I haven’t been a very good friend in the past. I want to make that up to her.” Ambrosia grabbed a handful of his curls and tugged.

  Kevin grinned. “And you’re not a hippie?”

  “Definitely not, but what’s the deal with hippies?”

  “Oh, Mom hates them. Don’t know why, but I guess it’s the work ethic. Mom believes in hard work.”

  He nodded. He could deal with that. His father had the same belief. Though he hadn’t seen his parents since he was sixteen, he had continued to live by the values they’d instilled in him. He always had a job. It’s wasn’t that he needed to. He had enough money to live comfortably for the rest of his life. Before he’d gone into web design as a profession, he’d had his own successful Web site. Another company had purchased it from him for several million dollars. He’d retained some stock and the Web site had remained profitable after he resigned.

  “Do you think you’ll flip any houses around here?” Kevin asked.

  Sebastian shook his head and winced as Ambrosia gave his hair a hard yank. “It was fun, but it’s ultimately not as profitable as it once was.” The baby grabbed his cheeks and then pressed her forehead to his so that his vision was filled with her dark brown eyes. She grinned at him, displaying all four of her teeth. He couldn’t help laughing.

  “I’ve never seen her take to a stranger like this,” Jackson said. “She’s usually kind of shy.”

  “Babies love me. I guess I’m a natural.” Ambrosia pressed wet lips to his cheek before sliding out of his lap to investigate the floral arrangement at the center of the coffee table. Jackson quickly redirected her to a small pile of brightly colored toys on the floor.