Page 91 of Worth Every Moment

“What about this?” His hand slides up my inner thigh, and I grow slick in response.

“Yes.”

His hand teases at my underwear, and he leans in close. “Have you ever had sex in a private jet?”

I stiffen. “No.”I’ve never had sex at all, let alone in a plane.

“Do you want to?”

It’s suddenly difficult to draw a full breath. “In general?”

“No, not in general. Now.” His index finger slides under the elastic of my underwear. “Right now.”

Oh, Lord.“Your family is on the other side of that door,” I hiss.

“I’ll lock it.”

I hesitate, and it’s all he needs as encouragement. He slips out of his seat and locks the door that separates the rooms.Oh, crap. I have to tell him that I’ve never had sex. I have to tell him that this is all new. That what happened last night was the most I’ve ever done with anyone, and that if he wants me to return the favour, I’ll have no idea what I’m meant to do.What if he gets his dick out? Fuck, fuck, fuck.But what with the way he’s looking at me, like he wants to strip me and ravage me here on my chair, I can’t move, let alone start explaining everything to him.

“I don’t want to have sex here,” I mutter.

“No?” he asks, not sounding at all dejected. “Why don’t you tell me what youdowant?”

I close my eyes. “I don’t know...” I let out a pained little moan, two parts shame, and one part desire. Or maybe the other way around.

Seb must only hear the desire, or he’s choosing to ignore the shame, because he murmurs low in my ear, “What were you imagining yesterday when you were lying on my bed? Spread-eagled and naked, listening to my voice… what you were imagining?”

“I can’t… I really can’t…”Say those words out loud.

“You can. Try it.”

I want your mouth between my legs. I want your tongue inside me. I want…“Nuh-uh.”

His fingers find their way back to my knee, stroking gently as they trail all the way up my thigh. “I’ll wait.” My body is turning liquid as he teases at my underwear again. I’ve never felt this attracted to anyone,ever. There is no way Seb and I are ever going back to being friends; it would be impossible. “What was I doing?”

Here goes.“You were… doing what you did in the gallery. You were…”

“Eating you out?” I nod. My lungs feel so constricted that I can barely draw in the air to allow me to breathe, let alone speak. “Do you want me to do it now?”

Heat expands in my belly, spilling lower until everything feels like it’s burning between my legs. “No… this is practically public.”

“Door’s locked. And I can be very quick. Just give me the word.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

A blast of arousal hits me when he calls me a good girl, and I know if he said it again, I’d do anything he wanted. I’d give it all up for him, right here in the middle of the jet. Thankfully, hedoesn’t repeat it. He folds the table out of the way and kneels at my feet, gently pushing my knees apart and sliding my skirt up, teasing my underwear down and throwing it to the side. “I’ve wanted to taste you again,” he mutters. “I’ve dreamed about it.”

He lifts each of my legs until they’re on the edge of the seat and begins kissing his way up my inner thigh. He pauses, pressing a moan against my skin that sends a vibration right to my clit. “You have the prettiest pussy.” His fingers slide against my entrance. “So wet.” He moans again, and it sounds so carnal that whatever wetness is there increases instantly. He flicks my clit with his thumb. “This little beauty… perf—” He sucks on it, cutting off the word, and my fingers clench around the arms of my chair. I let out a guttural, lusty noise, which I immediately try to subdue.His family is right next door.

He laps at me with the flat of his tongue, spearing me with it, sweeping and licking and teasing. A fizzing sensation erupts in my core. He must be able to tell because he speeds up, two fingers teasing at my entrance as he works my clit with his tongue, his other hand gripping my hip, moving me exactly where he wants.

Someone bangs on the door, rattling the handle.Fuck. I try to shift, but Seb pins me in place and my orgasm rises like the inevitable swell of a wave, and I can’t fucking believe it’s him down there after all these years, devouring me with an expertise that would unsettle me if I wasn’t on the brink of breaking apart.

I hike up my skirt, threading my fingers into his hair, gritting my teeth as I rock my pussy against his jaw, his chin. His mouth. I can’t get enough.

The door handle rattles again.