“Are you even listening to me?” he heard when he put the phone back to his ear.
“Nope. What the fuck do you want?”
“To talk to Sunny.”
Eyes held firm with Sunny’s, he mouthed, “Tell me you’re mine.” She smiled but shook her head, so he shrugged.
“Nope, she’s busy.” He told his brother. Then she wiggled her fingers at him for the phone.
“Are you mine?” he mouthed again.
“You’re acting crazy.” She muttered, but stayed right there in his arms. He smirked and rolled his thumb against her lips again. This time, she captured his thumb and bit down hard. Rather than pain, Seb felt a sharp inhale of lust.
He’d make his girl’s dreams come true if she wanted to play rough.
“What the fuck is going on, Priest?” Questioned Tanner. “You’re supposed to be at the safe house with Sunny.”
“I’m right where I’m supposed to be,” he said directly to Sunny, watching her eyes turn dreamy. “Sunny will talk to you later. We have shit to do.”
“That was rude. Tanner wanted to talk to me!”
“And I didn’t want him talking to you.”
“Why not?” she frowned, watching him push his phone away into his pocket.
“He has a thing for you.”
She scoffed. “Tanner does not have a thing for me. We’re friends.”
“Like you and me are friends? We just ate each other’s tongues.”
Sunny blushed red. “It’s not the same. You’re acting crazy right now, Sebastian.”
“I’m acting like a possessive man over his woman when another man shows interest.”
Without warning, Seb spun her around and placed her butt onto the bike seat, pressing her into the leather until he was folded over her like a greedy motherfucker wanting to tattoo himself on her skin. His head dropped, and he captured her lip in his teeth, biting the plumpness, sucking it into his mouth, drinking her moans like they were wine.
There was no way he could keep his kiss civil, not when he slipped his tongue inside, taking her open invitation to wrestle with hers. With the knowledge he’d kissed her now and imprinted her taste on his memory, Seb vowed there wouldn’t be a day he didn’t kiss his girl. His Sunny.
Her touch dampened the jealous rage he felt inside until it simmered under her gentle touch. His cock twitched at her nearness as he pushed the way between her legs, driving up against the softness, and he strained further with every swipe of her tongue.
“You’re addictive as fuck, sunbeam.” He rumbled against her mouth, feeling how her ribcage expanded under his hands. “So sweet,” Keeping her lower lip hostage between his teeth while she clawed her hands up his chest, Seb grunted. He loved her needy desperation to touch him.
“Open your mouth, let me in,” he demanded. “Give me more of that sweetness. I need it,Sunny.”
“Kiss me,” she breathed. A jolt of bliss punched through his gut, knowing how she would lead him around by the dick if she asked him for things in that breathy, needy tone. He’d give her the world on a gold platter and do it happily.
They groaned as one, and that’s when Seb found his head again. He wasn’t going to fuck her on a grassy bluff overlooking Utah.
Another time, he would, but not today. Not for the first time, he worked his way into her pussy. He was planning on tangled sheets and four walls for that, so he could make her scream his name off every surface.
Hunger tore through Seb’s heart, a ravenous urge to wrap her legs around his waist and to drive his rigid, starved cock into the softness between her open thighs. Through that red haze of lust, he forced himself to detangle his body from around Sunny’s and to recall that the world still existed outside of the burning desire. When he eased back a step, he stroked her flushed face. Her cheeks pinked up with arousal, but she avoided his eyes like she was embarrassed about eating him alive. He allowed himself one more taste, rasping against her mouth. “I’m gonna be kissing you a lot, baby. Your mouth loves my tongue going deep, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, my god. Who let arrogant Sebastian out?” she half laughed, pushing him aside. She stepped away from the bike. Seb smirked, watching her try to compose herself. He’d make it his mission to keep her in a state of frustration if she blushed like that for him.
He rubbed a hand on her back. “Let’s get back, and we’ll make some food.”
Once she was safely on the back of his bike, her arms latched around his waist, he turned his head. “You mine, Sunny?”
