Viola let out a startled gasp as she was tugged down against him without warning, and before she could gather a single word of protest, Sebastian lifted his head from her chest and buried his face in the crook of her neck instead, drawing in her scent with deep, unhurried satisfaction.
"You smell so good I could eat you, baby." He whispered with a low groan against her skin that made Viola squirm at the sensation of his warm breath against her neck. Baby? This man and different types of endearment!
"S — stop that. I haven't finished taking off your shirt..." She said, her voice coming out embarrassingly breathy as his hand around her waist moved in slow, absent circles, kneading and stroking as though he was massaging her without realizing he was doing it.
The feeling was making her shift restlessly on his lap, and the more she moved even slightly, the more acutely aware she became of something hard beneath her, something that was very distinctly pressing up against her.
