The Education of Sebastian & the Education of Caroline (68 page)

Staring at him in amazement, a smile creeping over my face, I unzipped the carrier that he handed me, to reveal a stunning, floor-length evening gown, in midnight blue.

“Sebastian, it’s beautiful! What have you done?”

He grinned at me. “I got one, too. A tux—like you wanted. Except mine is just rented. You get to keep the dress.”

I laid my beautiful gown on the bed, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“How did you get to be so perfect, Sebastian, because I could have sworn you were a giant pain in the ass.”

He laughed. “Next time I piss you off, I’m going to remind you that you said that, baby. Which will probably be in about five minutes.”

“Probably,” I agreed, with a smile.

“Come on, let’s shower, and then I want to see you in that dress.”

“Why, Chief! You want to put me
into
clothes?”

“You have another idea?” he murmured into my neck.

“Oh, yes, most definitely, and it involves getting you naked on that bed, having my wicked, wicked way with you
before
we take a shower.”

His smile grew even bigger.

“So, let me get this straight, Caro, that’s
two
lots of wicked?”

“The thing is, Sebastian,” I said, stroking his cheek and watching his expression of amusement turn to lust, “if you’re going to make an honest woman of me, I want to get in as much sinning as possible first.”

I pushed him back on the bed, just in case he wasn’t on the same page as me, and ripped his t-shirt over his head, loving that moment when his eyes heated with desire. I knelt across him, then ran my tongue from his waist to his throat, making a delicious diversion where I tugged his nipples with my teeth.

Yes, two could play at that game
.

I gripped his wrists with my hands and held them over his head, trapping him. Then I leaned down to kiss him, tracing his soft lips with my tongue and letting his warm breath wash over me.

“Mmm, you taste so good, Sebastian, I won’t want anything else to eat tonight.”

He laughed lightly, and gently pulled his hands free, before running them down my back.

“Yeah? Well, I’m starving, so unless you want me to eat downstairs alone, baby, you’ll have to put up with a three-course meal. And I guarantee you’ll need your energy later.”

I pouted at him. “Sure you don’t want the starter now?”

He didn’t answer with words, but moved his hands around to my waistband, tugging my t-shirt free, and pulling it over my head. It landed somewhere on the floor, while he unfastened my bra one-handed.

There had been a time when bras had presented him with something of a challenge—not any more.

“Mmm, I like this position,” he said, sitting up and nuzzling my nipples, then sucking hard. I moaned and arched my back, pushing my breasts into his willing hands.

He fished a condom out of his jeans pocket and handed it to me.

“Take your pants off, baby.”

“I will if you will,” I replied, teasingly. “Race you!”

I bounced off him and quickly unlaced my boots, dropping my jeans and panties to the floor in record time.

“Ah, hell,” muttered Sebastian as he struggled to unbuckle his boots.

“You’re a slouch, Hunter,” I jeered at him. “Just look at what you’re missing.”

I gave a quick twirl, which didn’t help his concentration.

“Fuck!” he hissed, hopping around the bed, one boot on, one boot off.

“Maybe you should have been a fireman instead of a Marine; then you’d be used to undressing quickly.”

There was a loud thud as his second boot landed on the floor; a moment later his pants and briefs hit the deck, too.

Damn, he looked so fine standing there, all tall and erect, all hot and devilish. I definitely wanted some of that.

“Lie on the bed,” I ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I decided to have a quick taste, feeling his hips arch upwards so he filled my mouth. Okay, maybe not so quick: he tasted salty, his skin silky and delicious.

I held the condom in my hand as I continued to enjoy feeling his arousal between my lips, in my mouth, under my writhing tongue. I ran my fingernails up and down his chest as I continued to stroke him with my mouth. I was beginning to resent the intrusion of our little rubber friends, and wondered what would be the best time to start taking the birth control pills: perhaps a month before he got home on his next leave? That would be a good surprise for him. A welcome home present for both of us.

“Baby, I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” he growled, his voice strained.

Oh, I’d completely lost track of what I was doing. Hmm, better not admit to that.

I released him and sat back, watching the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he tried to pull himself together. Before he got the chance, I rolled the condom down, and positioned myself over him, sinking down slowly. Very slowly.

He moaned softly and I leaned down to kiss him. At the same time, he flexed his hips upwards, filling and massaging me at just the right place, causing sensation to spill through me.

“Fuck, Caro! I can’t control myself with you!”

He started pumping his hips, bouncing me up as I slammed down to meet him.

He came quickly and used his fingers to make sure that I followed him.

I slumped down on his chest.

“Sorry, baby,” he said, breathlessly.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” I gasped, impressed I’d managed to string a whole
sentence together.

He smiled and stroked my back. “Ready for the main course?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Hunter? I’m still…” and my body clenched around him.

“Oh, wow,” he said, his eyes wide, “I really felt that.”

“Good,” I said, rather grumpily. “So did I.”

He laughed, and lifted me off him as he sat up.

“I’m going to go shower.”

With bleary eyes, I watched him saunter into the palatial bathroom, snapping off the condom as he went.

I glanced down at my hand and caught sight of the unfamiliar ring on my finger. I still wasn’t certain how that had happened. But it felt good. It felt right. Although explaining it to my friends would be interesting. I shook my head: hell, explaining to myself would be pretty damn interesting, too.

I heard the bathroom door open again, and Sebastian strolled out drying himself. Actually, the way he looked, the way he looked at me—that was explanation enough for our impetuous engagement, certainly as far as I was concerned.

“What?” he said, smiling.

“Just wondering how the hell I ended up engaged to such a hot Marine. It’s been quite a week, Chief.”

He frowned. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you, Caro?”

I shook my head. “No, Sebastian, I’m not. But you have to admit, it’s all been pretty fast.”

“It’s been ten years, Caro,” he said, seriously. “I’ve waited long enough.”

His response floored me: he had a way of just cutting through all my bullshit.

“I love you so much, tesoro,” I said.

His eyes softened. “Love you, too, Caro. Now get your ass in that shower, before I throw you in there.”

“Fine, fine,” I grumbled. “I’m going.”

He waited until he was sure I really was moving.

“I’ll meet you in the restaurant, Caro.”

“You’re not going to wait for me here?”

“Nope. I want to see you coming down that staircase, and have all the other bastards wanting you, but knowing I’ll be the one taking you to bed later.” He saw the expression on my face. “Humor me: it’s a guy thing.”

I shook my head. Honestly!

When I climbed out of the shower, the room was empty, except for my beautiful dress, which Sebastian had laid across the bed. I didn’t want to think how he’d got to be so good at choosing women’s clothing.

I hunted through the drawers until I found a hair dryer. Luckily I had some hairpins in my bag, and, after a couple of false starts, I managed to sweep my hair up into a reasonably elegant chignon.

I realized then that Sebastian had laid another set of bags on the bed. What the hell had he done now? Inside the first was the most exquisite set of silvery-gray silk bra and panties, all chic and obviously designer: they must have cost a fortune. I’d never owned anything so glamorous in my life. In the second bag was a pair of high-heeled satin pumps in the same midnight blue as the dress. In my size. Of course. I dreaded to think how big a hole this had put in Sebastian’s savings. Things were going to get a lot tighter when we were married.

Married.

I hadn’t had time to think about what that meant. I’d been married for 11 years from the age of 19, and they had been difficult and unhappy years. I’d promised myself I’d never marry again; and I’d had absolutely no intention of getting involved with a man in the armed forces. Nope, never, no way. And yet here I was: promising myself to Sebastian forever. It helped that he wasn’t planning on staying in the Marines, because there was no way I’d want to live on a military base ever again, despite my fascination with reporting from, and writing about them.

There were so many things Sebastian and I had to work out: we’d both been single for so long that blending our lives together wasn’t going to be easy.

I’d promised Sebastian we’d find a way. He deserved to be loved for everything he was. And for whatever crazy reason he had, he loved me, too.

I shimmied into the tiny silver panties, enjoying the whisper of the sheer material over my damp skin. The bra hugged my breasts and felt incredibly sensual. It made me feel sexy—and Sebastian had chosen them. And I realized that’s how he saw me, as someone desirable, someone he desired. Well, tonight I was going to do my best to live up to that.

I applied some mascara, cursing when I managed to deposit a gluey lump on my cheek. I had better luck with the lipstick. By some miracle, I’d managed to buy one that went on creamily and didn’t bleed. For the second night running, a stranger’s face stared back at me in the mirror.

But the dress … oh, the dress was something else. It was a floor-length, flowing gown, cut low at the back, and plunging dangerously at the front, and with a thigh-high slit that only revealed itself when I walked. And yet it was so cleverly constructed, that I felt safe—well, I wasn’t afraid that anything would be revealed by mistake. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be safe from Sebastian later. Damn, I was looking forward to that. I hoped he didn’t tear anything when he took it off me, because that would be a crying shame.

Before I left the room, I put the packet of condoms on the table next to my side of the bed—they’d need to be where we could find them in a hurry.

Now if I could just get down the main staircase without breaking my neck in those perilously high heels…

I took a deep breath and left the safety of our room.

At the top of the stairs, I glanced down. My breath stuttered in my throat. I thought I’d slipped through a crack in time because in front of me, my fun-loving surfer boy, my rough, tough, sexy Marine, had transformed into a nineteenth century gentleman.

He was dressed in black: the pants legs edged in a narrow, satin stripe; an elegant, fitted tuxedo-jacket rested on his broad shoulders, over a fine cotton piqué shirt. A black bowtie accentuated his beauty still further.

And the woman he was talking to, looked like she was stripping him with her eyes, before dragging him to her room.

I eyed up the competition. She was perhaps two or three years younger than me, expensively dressed in a vivid purple halter top about the size of a handkerchief, with long, sexy harem pants. There was no doubt she had the figure to carry off such an outrageous outfit, although if I was inclined to be critical, I’d say that her boobs had the volume, shape and rubbery bounce of beach balls; her teeth were whitened to a degree that could cause snow blindness; and she had fake talons that could remove an eyeball at a hundred paces. But only if I was being critical.

And what the fuck was she doing flirting with my fiancé?

I was starting to be seriously pissed off when she laid a predatory hand on his arm, in an apparently friendly gesture.

I saw Sebastian turn slightly, so she was forced to drop her hand. I felt like cheering: he wasn’t interested in the orange-skinned slut.

Then he glanced up at the stairs and his eyes widened as he saw me, before his face broke out in a huge grin.

The Orangeade woman turned to see what he was staring at, and if looks could kill, I’d have shriveled on the spot. But I didn’t shrivel. I gave her a small, oh-so-magnanimous smile, before I carefully made my way down the stairs.

Sebastian strode across to meet me and took my hand, lifting it to his lips.

“You look beautiful, Caro.”

“Thank you, kind sir.”

He held out his arm. “May I escort you in to dinner, ma’am?”

“Why, yes you may.”

The orange woman looked like she was choking on a dead skunk.