She nipped the ridge of muscle in his quad. While she slaked the urges drowning out every practical facet of her nature, she watched him shuck his shirt in her peripheral vision. The man was in his prime, no doubt about that. She reached up to trace the contours of his abdomen as it flexed in time with his uneven respiration. Still, he didn’t goad her or make any move to take control. The freedom to explore, to do as she pleased, had her heart racing almost as much as the attraction rushing through her veins. A wicked impulse prodded her to tease him further before rewarding his patience. Scant inches from his erection, she turned her head to let her breath wash over his balls. Then she rocked onto her haunches. Sebastian’s hands fisted on the seat beside his thighs. True to his word though, he didn’t pressure her to continue. “Thank you,” she whispered. Disappointment dulled the hunger in his eyes though he tried to hide it with a half-hearted smile. When she spun around, coming to her feet with her hands braced on the opposite seat, his stare blazed once more.
