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The wall of muscle beneath my palms is scorching hot. This isn’t the first time I’ve touched him. It’s far from it. But this is miles away from any experience I’ve ever had.
“Yes, Bee.”
I’m breathless. Dehydrated. Stunned. And I never want this to stop.
He moves slowly, hips rolling in smooth thrusts that are far filthier than any porn I’ve ever watched. Under my palms, his muscles tense and release. He knows exactly what he’s doing. There’s no hesitation, no cockiness. Just a plan that, once decided, he enacts.Thisis why I wanted his help. Why I want every part of him.
Every one of my senses is full of him. Skin and sweat and the pure intensity of his attention. All for me.
It’s intoxicating.
I have to squeeze my thighs together to alleviate thetension rising between them. Sebastian must be able to tell, because he releases me and kneels down, spreading my legs apart and fitting between them.
My hands fall to my sides. Sebastian is gentle as he places them on his shoulders.
“Relax. Touch everything you want, it’s yours.”
Mine.“You’re amazing,” I whisper, the sound getting lost under the song. I know he can hear me when he kisses me. It’s soft and sweet and not at all what I’m expecting, but why should that surprise me? Sebastian defies all expectation.
Then there’s a tug, and I arch my neck as Sebastian grips my hair and straddles me, skating his lips down my throat. My eyes close. Slowly, he grinds in my lap, then rips a moan from me as he starts thrusting with force. Fuck. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Guiding my head back up, Sebastian says, “Let go, Bee. I’ve got you.”
The steady bass continues to thrum through me, too much and too little all at once. Even as he firmly grips my thighs to part them, settling between and rolling his body against my chest, he keeps enough space between us that I’m squirming in place, trying to get any friction I can.
My panties are soaked. I’m amazed my clothes haven’t spontaneously combusted.
“Have you had enough yet?”
I shake my head, unable to speak.
Of this? No way. Of him? Definitely not, and I know now that I never will.
He’s incredible, moving with ease, hard muscle glistening with sweat, looking like a fallen angel. Powerfuland pure. Threatening to destroy me so sweetly I practically want to beg him to do it.
Every touch is amped up, as intense as his gaze has ever been. This is what it means to have his attention. His devotion. I can’t take my eyes off him, can’t think of anything else.
Anyone else.
I’m aching for him.
I’ve never come untouched before, and I’m not sure if this would even count, because it feels like Sebastian is touching me everywhere, but I’m close.
He stands, and I mourn the loss.
My chest is heaving as though I’ve completed one of Aiden’s ridiculous fun runs. I’m surprised my legs can even carry me right now. I feel like a newborn giraffe, shivering and shaking. Goddamn.
I watch in disappointment as he buttons his shirt back up. Goodbye muscles. I’m already counting the minutes until I can rip that shirt off and make good on the promise he just made.
“Wait.” I grab his wrist, halting him. Suddenly, I’m taken back to our first kiss. Sebastian holding my hand, reeling me in. “There’s something I want.”
I let go of his wrist and slip my top over my head.
“Tell me.”
My skirt slips to the floor, leaving me in the lingerie I picked out especially for him. The pale pink lace connected with a set of silk ribbons tied into bows on my hips. When undone, the panties would fall away.
“Will they be able to hear us?” I ask, playing with the ties.
