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“Sebastian.”
A low growl rumbles in his chest, and then his mouth is on me, soft and sweet. Tasting of chocolate and whiskey and something uniquely him.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, and I open for him eagerly. Let him consume me. Possess me.
This is wrong. I know it is. But god, it feels so right. So inevitable. Like every road, every choice, was always leading me back to him. To this.
He groans into the kiss, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of pain. But I relish it, the bite of his fingers, the bruising force of his touch. I need it. Need him to ground me, to tether me to the present.
“I was dreaming of you.” His hands flex on my hips as if he’s barely holding himself in check. “It’s always you, Lil. No matter how hard I try to hold back, you’re the one I want.”
“Show me.” I roll my hips. The rough friction of his jeans against my core sends sparks of pleasure, skittering up my spine, stoking the ache building low in my belly.
His head falls back against the backrest, his eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck.”
Yeah. Fuck it. Consequences be damned.
I crush my mouth to his in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue and desperation. He matches my eagerness, his hands roaming my body, leaving trails of heat in their wake.
“I need you.” Fumbling between us, I yank at the hem of his shirt.
He gets the message, leaning back to rip it over his head and chuck it behind him. And then he’s pulling me flush against his bare chest, and god, the scorching heat of his skin sets me ablaze.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he rasps against my lips. “I can’t think straight when you’re around.”
I rock against him wantonly, chasing the delicious friction. “Then don’t think.”
“Easier said than done, princess.”
He tugs at my shirt, and I raise my arms, letting him strip it off and toss it aside. His heated gaze rakes over my exposed skin, his pupils blown with lust. “You’re beautiful.”
Suddenly shy, I start to cover myself, but he catches my wrists. “Don’t,” he commands softly. “Let me see you.”
Pulse hammering, I drop my hands. He releases my wrists and trails his fingertips along the swell of my breasts, his touch feather-light. I arch into it, wordlessly begging for more.
He obliges and nuzzles my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point while his other hand slides beneath the waistband to my heated core. I jerk in surprise and pleasure.
“So wet for me already, princess.” A low chuckle rumbles in his chest.
It’s been so long, too long, and I need this, need him.
He hooks his fingers under the waistband. “Stand up.”
I stand on shaky legs as he achingly slowly peels my pants and thong down my hips, his fingers skimming my skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Lil.” His voice is low, commanding. “Look at me.”
I drag my eyes to his, my breath hitching at the raw hunger I see there. He doesn’t say anything else, holding my gaze as I step out of them, now entirely bare before him. Exposed and vulnerable.
But the way he’s drinking me in, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, chases away any self-consciousness.
“What about you?” I bite my lip.
He smirks and undoes his jeans, revealing more of his toned body inch by tantalizing inch and… My pulse quickens, desire pooling low in my belly.
His cock is hard.
I want him so bad it hurts.