Unbelievable by Lori Foster Page A

move?”
    Frowning, he asked, “You want me to move away from you?” He didn’t understand her, but he wanted to. And this was her show. Much as he’d have liked to call the shots, he was leaving it all up to her.
    She still hadn’t looked at him, but he caught her chin and lifted her face. “Talk to me, honey. If you don’t tell me what you want, what you need, then I can’t know. And I want to make you happy.”
    He felt her sigh, felt her scoot a few inches away from him. The candles afforded enough light for him to see her face, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted. She looked uneasy, undecided. “Brandi?”
    “I want to kiss you,” she whispered, her low voice filled with embarrassment…and maybe some excitement. “But I don’t want you to touch me.”
    He searched her face, trying to glean the meaning behind her words. Maybe she was just into control. If she wanted to play sex games, he was more than willing. But he had to know the rules.
    When he remained silent, she pulled farther away from him. “Never mind. I’m sorry.”
    “No, wait.” He caught her arm, felt her stiffen and immediately released her. “Just spell it out for me, okay? I don’t mind playing.”
    Now she looked confused, but after several deep breaths, she muttered, “Remember how you sat last night? When I…I kissed you?”
    He settled lower on the bench beneath the water’s level, resting on his spine. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her. “Like this?”
    “Yes.” She half turned to face him, coming up some on her knees. “Just like that. Now don’t move.”
    His jaw clenched. He didn’t know if he could take it. The black suit clung to her small breasts and narrow ribs. Her shoulders gleamed with moisture, the curls in her hair were already damp from the steam. His bodythrobbed in anticipation as she leaned toward him. He didn’t dare close his eyes; never had a kiss meant as much as this one.
    Her right breast touched his shoulder and he could feel her stiff little nipple poking at him, making him shudder. He wanted to touch that nipple with his fingertips, tease it with his teeth and tongue, suck her deep into his mouth.
    His breathing became choppy, and even though he felt foolish, he couldn’t help the instinctive response to her nearness. Her breath fanned his cheek, then his lips and then finally she kissed him.
    His groan erupted despite his efforts to remain quiet. But he didn’t move. It was a measure of his control that he restrained himself. The touch of her mouth was inquisitive, cautious. He needed so badly to haul her close, to turn her so he could press over her, feel her breasts burning against his chest, feel the part of her slender thighs to cradle his erection.
    But he remained immobile, only his panting breaths giving away his excitement. She leaned back.
    “Sebastian? Are you okay?”
    He half laughed, half groaned. “I’m so damn hot, it’s a wonder this water isn’t boiling.” He bit back the need to touch her and said instead, “You have no idea how much I want you, do you? How close I am to exploding.”
    Her gaze searched his face, and he saw her incomprehension.
    “Brandi, I’m a touch away from coming right here in the damn water. And right now, I’d give just about anything for that touch.”
    “Oh.” Her gaze dropped to the churning surface of the water, searching.
    He managed another laugh, husky and deep and persuasive. “You can’t see what I mean—but you could feel.”
    Before he’d finished, she was shaking her head. “No, I can’t.”
    “Why not? You’re in charge. You can do whatever you want.” He added in a soft promise, “I’m not going to move.”
    She wanted to. He could tell by her unsteady breathing, by the way she stared at him as if trying to come to a decision. He didn’t dare move, afraid she’d choose to leave him. He waited, and it felt like a lifetime before her gaze dropped again and he saw her hand dip into the