He was so goddamn turned on, and he had Sunny nestled between his legs. His hands had dropped to her ass, pulling her closer.
He inhaled her scent, drawing it into his skin, wanting her all over him.
She was his girl. It was a truth he’d lived with for a long time, and now he could let it be free. Her touch was like being burned all over, but the kind of addictive heat he’d chase to the ends of the earth to experience.
When she sank her teeth into his lower lip, Seb grunted. He didn’t know biting would be his thing, but the second time she nipped at his lips, he groaned and felt the pulse of pleasure through his balls.
He reciprocated with a scrape of teeth, and she whimpered his name. Wanting more. So, so much more of everything. He wanted all of her right now, in the dirt.
He wanted to fuck his ownership on Sunny until she was in no doubt where his head and heart were at.
Not want—need like life-giving air. Like the blood flowing through his veins, she was just as vital to Seb. Each beat of his heart was about Sunshine.
For forever, he couldn’t think of when his heart wasn’t hers in some form.
But now it was more, and it screamed for him to take her, to breach that last divide, to own the woman who had claimed him long ago.
He was in a war with himself, knowing on some level he was going too fast for her to handle, but nothing felt logical about how good their kisses were, how addictive and mind-blowing her mouth was underneath his.
All he could think about wastaking. He was drowning in his girl’s moans and breathy pleas.
He had two good palms full of her squeezable ass, bringing her deeper into his erection when the phone in his back pocket shrilled. It startled them both.
“Fuck.” He cursed, breathing like he’d run from the cops.
But the interruption came at the right time, even if his body hated him for breaking off from her wet mouth.
“Your butt is ringing,” she remarked, her voice huskier than he’d ever heard it, and it sent a zap of pleasure to a cock that had no business being so goddamn hard as it was. With one arm around Sunny, he grabbed his phone and almost groaned, seeing her lick her lips.
“What?” he snapped into the phone.
“What crawled out of your grave?” his brother asked.
“What do you want, Tanner?” he asked impatiently, his eyes tracing Sunny’s face as she stared at him. Their connection sizzled like a live electrical wire.
“I’ve been trying to call Sunny, but she’s not answering.”
A surge of irritation went through his chest. He’d put Tanner out of his thoughts. Now he remembered he’d have to deal with that minor issue.
For a crazy second back then, he thought he’d step aside, be Sunny’s best friend, and let things happen between Tanner and her. It was a momentary glitch, knowing in his gut he would have killed his brother the first time he saw him kiss Sunny.
Sunny was always his girl. There was no denying the truth.
If some slight shift in the universe put Tanner and Sunny together, she could never love Tanner in the same way.
Because Seb was her man. He accepted that now.
“She doesn’t have her phone. What do you want?”
“Is she there? I wanted to check in.”
Seb narrowed his eyes, his fingers finding Sunny’s pulse, a frantic rhythm against his touch; then his thumb traced her wet, swollen lips, pulling down her bottom lip to explore the warmth within, feeling her breath hitch.
“Let me talk to him.” She mouthed.
Seb’s eyes flared, and he couldn’t give a shit what Tanner was saying as he muffled the phone in his chest and dipped down to slam his mouth on Sunny’s, forcing her lips open, and she leaked all his frustration out of his body with one flick of her tongue.
For five seconds, it was just the two of them, and the kiss was unreal.
