Sebastian Knight

10. Liliana

I drive as fast as I can to the back, out of sight of the street.

"In there." Sebastian points to a space. s**t! He wants me to park it. Crap!

Of course he does, this is my car after all.

"Just maldito do it," he says.

So I do . . . perfectly. Probably the only time I have ever parked perfectly.

"We're hidden in the parking lot between Stewart and Boren," Sebastian says into the iPhone.

"Okay, boss." Deigo sounds irritated. "Stay where you are; we'll follow the unsub."

Sebastian turns to me, his eyes searching my face. "You okay?"

"Sure," I whisper, in disbelief.

Sebastian let out a light chuckle. "Whoever's driving that Dodge can't hear us, you know."

And I laugh.

"We're passing Stewart and Boren now, boss. I see the lot. He's gone straight past you, boss."

Both of us sigh simultaneously with relief.

"Well done, baby. Good driving." Sebastian gently stroked my face with his fingertips, and I jump at the contact, inhaling deeply.

I had no idea I was holding my breath.

"Does this mean you'll stop complaining about my driving?" I ask.

He laughs - a loud cathartic laugh.

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that."

"Thank you for buying me this car, too bad we had someone chase us."

"Maybe I should drive now."

"To be honest, I don't think I can climb out right now to let you sit here. My legs feel like Jell-O." Suddenly I'm shuddering and shaking.

"It's the adrenaline, baby," he says. "You did amazingly well, as usual. You blow me away, Liliana. You never let me down." He touched my cheek tenderly with the back of his hand, his face full of love, fear, regret - so many emotions at once - and his words are my undoing.

Overwhelmed, a strangled sob escapes from my constricted throat, and I start to cry.

"No, baby, no. Please don't cry." He reaches over and, in spite of the limited space we have, pulls me over the handbrake console to cradle me in his lap.

Smoothing my hair off my face, he kissed my eyes, then my cheeks, and I curl my arms around him and sob quietly into his neck. He buries his nose in my hair and wraps me in his arms, holding me tight and we sit, neither of us saying anything, just holding each other.

Deigo's voice startles us. "The unsub has slowed outside Escala. He's casing the joint."

"Follow him," Sebastian snaps.

I wipe my nose on the back of my hand and take a deep steadying breath.

"Use my shirt." Sebastian kissed my temple.

"Sorry," I mutter, embarrassed by my crying.

"What for? Don't be."

I wipe my nose again.

He tips my chin up and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. "Your lips are so soft when you cry, my beautiful, brave girl," he whispers.

"Kiss me again."

Sebastian stills, one hand on my back, the other on my behind.

"Kiss me," I breathe, and I watch his lips part as he inhales sharply.

Leaning across me, he takes the iPhone out of its cradle, and tosses it onto the driver's seat beside my sandaled feet. Then his mouth is on me as he moves his right hand into my hair, holding me in place, and lifts his left to cradle my face. His tongue invades my mouth, and I welcome it. Adrenaline turns to lust streaking through my body.

I clasp his face, running my fingers over his sideburns, relishing the taste of him. He groans at my fevered response, low and deep in his throat, and my belly tightens swift and hard with carnal desire. His hand moves down my body, brushing my breast, my waist, and down to my backside. I shift fractionally.

"Ah!" he says and breaks away from me, breathless.

"What?" I mutter against his lips.

"Baby, we're in a car lot."

"So?"

"Well, right now I want to f**k you, and you're shifting around on me . . . it's uncomfortable."

My craving spirals out of control at his words, tightening all my muscles below my waist once more.

"f**k me then." I kiss the corner of his mouth.

I want him. Now. That car chase was exciting. Too exciting. Terrifying . . . and the fear has jump-started my libido. He leans back to gaze at me, his eyes dark and hooded.

"Here?" His voice is husky.

My mouth goes dry. How can he turn me on with one word?

"Yes. I want you. Now."

He tilts his head to one side and stares at me for a few moments. He hummed.

"Liliana, how very brazen," he whispered.

His hand tightens around my hair at my nape, holding me firmly in place, and his mouth is on mine again, more forcefully this time. His other hand skims down my body, down over my behind and lower still to my mid-thigh. My fingers curl into his overlong hair.

"I'm so glad you're wearing a skirt," he murmurs as he slips his hand beneath my blue and white patterned skirt to caress my thigh.

I squirm once more on his lap and the air hisses between his teeth.

"Keep still," he growls.

He cups my s*x with his hand, and I still immediately. His thumb brushes over my c******s and my breath catches in my throat as pleasure jolts like electricity deep, deep, deep inside me.

"Still," he whispers.

He kisses me once more as his thumb circles gently around me through the sheer fine lace of my designer underwear. Slowly he eases two fingers passed my panties and inside me. I groan and flex my hips toward his hand.

"Please," I whisper.

"Oh, baby. You're so ready," he says, sliding his fingers in and out, tortuously slowly. "Do car chases turn you on?"

"You turn me on."

He smiles a wolfish grin and withdraws his fingers suddenly, leaving me wanting. He scoops his arm under my knees and, taking me by surprise, he lifts me and swings me around to face the windshield.

"Place your legs either side of mine," he orders, putting his legs together in the middle of the footwell.

I do as I'm told, placing my feet on the floor on either side of his. He runs his hands down my thighs, then back, pulling up my skirt.

"Hands on my knees, baby. Lean forward. Lift that glorious ass in the air. Mind your head."

Shit! We really are going to do this, in a public parking lot. I quickly scan the area in front of us and see no one - but feel a thrill coursing through me. I'm in a public lot! This is so hot! Sebastian shifted beneath me, and I hear the telltale sound of his zipper. Putting one arm around my waist and with his other hand tugging my lacy panties sideways, he impales me in one swift move.

"Ah!" I cry out, grinding down on him, and his breath hisses through his teeth.

His arm snakes around me up to my neck and he grasps me under my chin. His hand spreads across my neck, pulling me back and tilting my head to one side so he can kiss my throat. His other hand gripped my hip and together we start to move.

I push up with my feet, and he tilts himself into me - in and out. The sensation is . . . I groan loudly. It's so deep this way. My left hand curls around the hand brake, my right hand braced against my door. His teeth graze my earlobe and he tugs - it's almost painful.

He bucks again and again into me.

I rise and fall, and as we establish a rhythm, he moves his hand around beneath my skirt to the apex of my thighs, and his fingers gently tease my c******s through the sheer finery of my panties.

"Ah!"

"Be. Quick," he breathed into my ear through gritted teeth, his hand still curled around my neck beneath my chin. "We need to do this quick, Liliana." And he increases the pressure of his fingers against my s*x.

"Ah!" I feel the familiar build of pleasure, bunching deep and thick inside me.

"Come on, baby," he rasped at my ear. "I want to hear you."

I moan again, and I am all sensation, my eyes tightly closed. His voice at my ear, his breath on my neck, pleasure radiating out from where his fingers tease my body and where he slams deep inside me - and I am lost. My body takes control, craving release.

"Yes," Sebastian hissed in my ear and I open my eyes briefly, staring wildly at the cloth roof of the porsche, and I scrunch them closed again as I come around him.

"Oh, baby," he murmured in wonder, and he wraps his arms around me and rams into me one last time and stills as he climaxes deep inside.

He runs his nose along my jaw and softly kisses my throat, my cheek, my temple as a lie on him, my head lolling against his neck.

"Tension relieved, baby?" Sebastian closed his teeth around my earlobe again and tugs.

My body is drained, totally exhausted, and I mewl. I feel his smile against me.

"Certainly helped with mine," he adds, shifting me off him. "Lost your voice?"

"Yes," I murmur.

"Well aren't you the wanton creature? I had no idea you were such an exhibitionist."

I sit up immediately, alarmed. He tensed. "No one's watching are they?" I glance anxiously around the car lot.

"Do you think I'd let anyone watch you come?" He stroked his hand down my back reassuringly, but the tone of his voice sends shivers down my spine.

Of course he wouldnt, I turn to gaze at him and grin impishly.

"Car s*x!" I exclaim.

He grinned and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Let's head back. I'll drive."

He opens the door to let me climb off his lap and out into the parking lot. When I glance down he's quickly doing up his fly. He follows me out and then holds the door open for me to climb back in. Strolling quickly around to the driver's side, he climbs in beside me, retrieves the iPhone, and makes a call.

"Where's Deigo?" he snaps. "And the Dodge? How come Deigo's not with you?"

He listens intently to Ryan, I assume.

"Her?" he gasps. "Stick with her." Sebastian hangs up and gazes at me.

Her! The driver of the car? Who could that be - Tamara? His ex?

"The driver of the Dodge is female?"

"So it would appear," he says quietly. His mouth presses into a thin angry line. "Let's get you home," he mutters.

He starts up the prosche with a roar and reverses smoothly out of the space.

"Where's the, er . . . unsub? What does that mean by the way? Sounds very b**m," I asked confused by the statement

Sebastian chuckled and smiled briefly as he eases the car out of the lot and back onto Stewart Street.

"It stands for Unknown Subject. Deigo's father is ex-FBI."

"Ex-FBI?"

"Don't ask." Sebastian shook his head. It's obvious he's deep in contemplation.

"Well, where is this female unsub?" I ask

"On the I-5, heading south." He glances at me, his eyes grim.

Jeez - from passionate to calm to anxious in the space of a few moments. I reach over and caress his thigh, running my fingers leisurely up the inside seam of his jeans, hoping to improve his mood. He took his hand off the steering wheel and stops the slow ascent of my hand.

"No," he says. "We've made it this far. You don't want me to have an accident three blocks from home." He raises my hand to his lips and plants a cool kiss on my index finger to take the sting out of his rebuke.

Cool, calm, authoritative.

I sigh and withdraw my hand and sit quietly for a moment.

"Female?"

"Apparently so." He sighs, turns into the underground garage at one of his apartments.

We were going to stay here, I've never been here before. But it maybe safer here. I watched as Sebastian punched the access code into the security keypad. The gate swings open and he drives on, smoothly parking the prosche.

"I really like this car," I murmur.

"Me too. And I like how you handled it - and how you managed not to break it."

"Thank you for buying it again for me," I reply.

Sebastian smiled, "anything for you baby."

I shut the door and walk to the end of the car to wait for him. Gracefully he climbs out, watching me with that look . . . that look that calls to something deep inside me. I know this look well.

Once he's in front of me, he leans down and whispers, "You like the car. I like the car. I've f**ked you in it . . . perhaps I should f**k you on it."

I gasp. The doors to the elevator open and we're home. I gaze at him, saying nothing. He closes his eyes for a moment, and then grabs my hand and hauls me into the foyer.

When we burst through the double doors, Deigo is standing in the hallway, looking expectantly at the two of us.

"Deigo, I'd like to be debriefed in an hour," Sebastian said.

"Yes, boss."