Page 26 of Worth Every Moment

My mind instantly fills with thoughts of Seb and his cock.What does it look like?Is he hard right now? How big is it? What would it feel like to touch it? Taste it? If I got down on my knees, would it fit in my mouth?

He raises an eyebrow, wordlessly asking what I’m thinking.

I might die here, in the flames of my own sinful thoughts.

Seb’s eyes darken and he lets go of my hand, his fingers settling on the hem of my silk dress. He teases at it, his fingers sliding over my ankle.

Oh, shit. His touch burns. It’s all I can do not to moan and throw myself into his arms, begging him to satisfy the painful need that’s pulsing through me.The need that I’ve denied for years, for the sake of maintaining my image.But I will not be another woman Seb Hawkston takes to bed.I will not let him take my body and break my heart.

“Stop,” I hiss. “Don’t.”

He nods, almost like a bow, and lifts his fingers off my ankle, putting a little space between us. We can’t move too much or the couple will know we’re here, watching them.

Their movements get more vigorous, the repeated cries of pleasure so ecstatic that there’s no possible way to ignore them. Everything between my legs is throbbing, and jealousy for the couple going at it runs through me like poison. They’re about to find release, and I’m stuck here, pent up and frustrated, because I always have to be sogood. So perfect. An innocent English Rose.

And dating a man like Seb Hawkston has never fitted in with that.

Crouching in the dark, watching people have sex has never fitted in with that.

But…fuck it.

As the man withdraws and turns the woman around so they’re face to face, I crack, splinters fissuring my perfect facade.

“Touch me.” It’s a soft plea, underpinned by a gritty determination.I’m doing this.

Seb’s brow creases. “What did you say?” His voice is low and slightly hoarse.

“Touch me.”

“Touch you…where?”

I can’t form the words, but a quick glance between my legs reveals it all.

Seb doesn’t hesitate. He slides his hand up my leg, running beneath the fabric until his fingers are on my thigh, his grip hot and hard. “Here?” he murmurs.

“Higher,” I whisper.

He moans quietly as he leans towards me, and it might be the sexiest noise I've ever heard.

In the dim light, his bone structure is accentuated by shadows, and his blue eyes are dark and hungry. I’ve never felt more wanted than I do in this moment.

His face is so close to mine that when he speaks, his words vibrate along my skin. “You sure?”

My breathing is stuttered and shallow, and when I don’t reply, he rests his forehead against mine. His breath is warm against my mouth, and all I want is to press my lips to his and swallow it all.

No man has ever ignited a desire in me like this. It’s so strong that it’s more like a compulsiveneedto be touched.Taken.Hovering on the edge of temptation with Seb is an exquisite agony I’ve never known.

He shifts his head a little, and his tongue licks at my upper lip, teasing at my mouth.

Oh, God.There is no way I can resist him. Not now.

“Are you sure?” he repeats, and somehow I manage to nod.

He doesn’t waste a second before he kisses me. His lips are full and soft and his tongue slides into my mouth. The hot glide of it against my own sends my thoughts whirling.

His name is mantra that consumes my mind.Seb, Seb, Seb. I’m kissing my best friend.And, oh, God. What a kiss.It’s passionate and desperate, as though he’s been starving for me for far too long.

His hand comes to the back of my neck, fingers twisting into my hair.