For her, maybe. For Seb, it was fucking torture when all he wanted to do was strip her down to the warm skin and fuck screams out of her.
“You’re gonna be a tiny menace, aren’t you?”
She laughed into his chest. “Only if I can’t help it. Will you mind, Seb?”
“No, baby.” He told her the truth.
He’d waited too long to get her right where she was now. She could be the biggest spoiled brat, demanding his attention around the clock, and he’d be a happy jerk.
Some people were made to fit together.
He didn’t need to analyze it to know why, because he felt it all over in the deep places only Sunny owned.
“Are you ready to sleep now?”
“Not yet.”
“I thought not.” He smiled, “Bring that mouth up here,” he told her, and she reared up, almost sitting on his chest in her rush to kiss him. Seb caught a knee in his stomach this time, and he grunted, but gripped her thigh. They fell into an easy kiss.
She tasted like home, and Seb sank his passion into that kiss, knowing he couldn’t take it any further, though his skin and bones were screaming to take her until she was wet and shaking.
And when the kissing went on, Sunny sucked his tongue, accepting every dirty dance around hers while she ground herself against his stomach. His control snapped, and he slid his hand off her ass and around the front. He found her panties damp before he slipped his hand inside and cupped her warm mound.
The pleasure was practically a sound ringing the bells through his ears, and the way she mewled into his mouth caused his heart to ricochet like a pinball machine.
He was hard in seconds.
Soaked in Sunny’s arousal, his fingers played with her like he had on those nights they were at the safe house.
She was a dream come true.
The woman he wanted more than he’d wanted anything.
There were so many things he could live without and be okay with. But the thought of being without Sunny, even for a day, was unthinkable. She was as much a part of him as his skin and veins were.
She was soaked in his soul.
She was every thought and dream.
Sunny was on a pedestal constructed by his hands when he thought about the future.
He still couldn’t figure out what she saw in him. Seb was no one special. Except for Sunny, he was special, and for whatever reason, she liked him. And that was good enough for him.
Sunny made a hot, sexual sound. It rumbled down his throat and into his stomach. He’d only been teasing her pussy, easing out all of her wetness so he had something to take home with him dried on his hand, but now, as Sunny’s mouth turned feral, he angled two fingers andpushed them inside her, using the pad of his thumb to torment her slippery clit.
If he was going to hell, he would go there knowing he’d made her whimper into his mouth and gush all down his fingers.
There was a lot of beauty in the world, but none more so than Sunny Hawk, even better as she panted into his mouth, twisting her fingers in his hair as their kisses changed tempo and became sweeter, eager, and perfect.
He was going to get himself shot for finger-fucking Sunny in her childhood bedroom, but there wasn’t a soul on earth who could stop him from pushing into her tight hole, mimicking what his cock was raging to do.
He hadn’t minded going without sex.
Being celibate was just part of him. Like he was brown-eyed or a coffee drinker. It wasn’t like he thought about it daily. Only now, how he felt about Sunny, did he realize why he hadn’t bed hopped in the past decade. It was because of her he’d known, on some level, that he was already taken. And that had fucked him up for a long while when he thought his body hadn’t worked or wondered why another woman’s touch revolted him and made him feel guilty, like he was a catholic priest diddling a nun in the confessional.
College had supposed to have been his free-for-all pussy. He’d been a walking hormone, like all teen boys obsessed with his dick and what it could do. College dating had been rife, but after sleeping with two women, something had felt off for Seb, and he didn’t know what. His dick worked fine, his libido was always alive, but he’d felt detached from wanting to sleep around. So he hadn’t from that point on. After those two unfulfilling nights with women, he’d remained celibate in every sense.
And back then, he couldn’t say it was because he had Sunny in the back of his mind. That would have made him a sick pervert.
