Hitched (Hitched #1)(9)

"My little sister was born with a bad heart. I wanted to fix her so badly, but as a child myself, I was helpless. The doctors at the hospital I now work at saved her life. My mentor, actually, was her surgeon. I knew then I wanted to do what he did. Now, it's my goal to put Sunrise Children's Hospital on the map as the leading hospital for pediatric care."

"Wow, that's quite a goal."

He smiles. "What about you? What are your life goals?"

"Nothing that impressive. I want Hitched to become the go-to party planner for celebrity clients. I want to grow big enough to franchise and create something truly lasting. I know it sounds shallow and silly compared to your life."

He reaches over the table and places his hand over mine. "You bring joy to people during the most memorable time in their lives. Your goals and dreams are just as important as mine. And I respect a woman who has ambition and knows what she wants in life."

His response surprises me. "Really?"

"Really. You have my respect Ms. Michaels. We are meant to be in each other's lives. I believe that."

With those words, he tugs at my heart in ways I don't expect. Too overcome with emotion to carry on our conversation, I excuse myself to use the restroom. I feel flustered, and I need to compose myself so we can discuss the business at hand: the end of our very brief marriage.

I'm alone in the posh bathroom, reapplying my red lipstick, when I hear the door open, then close with a click.

I expect another woman coming in to freshen up and am shocked when Sebastian is there in the reflection of the mirror.

"This is the ladies room," I say.

"I know." His voice is husky.

I put my lipstick away and turn to face him. "Someone could come in at any moment."

This does not get the desired reaction. He moves closer, hands gripping my hips as he gazes at me with a hungry look in his eyes.

"I locked the door. We have a few moments."

"For what?" Now my voice is thick with desire.

"For this." He lifts me onto the counter with an easy move, hiking up my dress to the very top of my thighs as he spreads my legs and claims my lips with his.

I'm breathless, needy, and in that moment, I don't give a flying f*ck who might walk in or what people might say or why we're actually on this non-date to begin with. All I want is him. Inside me. Now.

His fingers move aside the satin cloth of my panties and slip into my wet and throbbing *. "I've wanted you since I left the hotel yesterday morning."

Has it only been since yesterday? It seems like so much longer.

"When I saw you in this dress, in this lipstick, all I wanted to do was take it off you. I planned to wait until later, but I can't wait. Fuck me, Kacie. Fuck me now."

I spread my legs wider and push my hips forward. He pulls his fingers out of me, and for a moment I feel empty, but then he unzips his pants, puts a condom on, and shoves his hard cock into me, deep and thick, filling me to the point of almost pain.

"Fuck," I say, smiling. "You feel even better than I remembered." And it's true; he does. My memories don't compare to the glorious man inside me.

His grin turns playful. "Then just wait until I make you come."

"Oh, God yes." I desperately want to come on his cock.

With his hands on my hips, my arms around his shoulders, we move together as we strain to become one, to get closer, to take more of each other and give more of ourselves.

When he's close to coming, he slips a hand between us and uses his thumb to rub my clit, sending pulses of pleasure through my body, sensations overlapping as he rubs and f*cks and moves inside of me and on me, and when I come it's hard, fast, sharp and followed immediately by his own orgasm.

I rest my forehead on his chest and catch my breath.

"I could get used to this," he says.

I look up at him and grin. "Don't you want to know if I'm satisfied?" I ask. "If my orgasm was better than last time?"

"I know it was," he says. Cocky bastard.

Then he kisses me again, caressing my face, trailing kisses up my chin until he lands on my lips. "You are a delicious woman," he says, his breath moving on my skin, sending a shiver of desire through my body.

Someone knocks on the door, and he pulls out. We both clean up as quickly as we can and walk out as two women ogle us. I can't help but giggle. "They must be thinking the worst of us," I say.

Sebastian puts an arm around my waist and tucks me against him. "I care not at all what other people think of me, Kacie. As long as you enjoyed it."

"I did," I admit. He holds my chair as I sit, and once he's sitting across from me, I pull out my purse. Wine has already been served in my absence, and I take a sip and think about what I want to say next.

"I brought the papers we need to fill out and sign. Within a few weeks, this will all be behind us."

I hand the neat stack of legalese to him, and he studies each page methodically as I sip my wine and try to keep my hands steady. His eyes are a dark blue—that cobalt blue that first attracted me to him when he came to introduce himself at the bar, and I wish for a moment that he was looking at me and not the stupid papers.

To keep myself busy, I pull a pen out of my purse and push it his way. "There were things I couldn't fill out about you."