Sebastian pressed his hand against her ass and pulled her flush into his hardness, and he felt her stiffen for just a moment, as though she hadn't been prepared for that part of him to be pressing so insistently against his trousers like that. He didn't give her the chance to dwell on it, moving his mouth hungrily against hers and drawing her attention away from his erection.
She instinctively pressed the full length of herself against him in return, one hand fisting in the fabric at the back of his neck as she pulled him down harder into her. Viola heard him let out a sound she had never known a man was capable of making, low, rough, and it sent a slow, heated curl through her stomach.
Every line of her body was molded against every line of his, and Sebastian wanted nothing more than to feel that same press of her against him, only without the maddening, insufferable barrier of their clothing between them.
