“I’m sorry, sweetheart. So sorry you saw that. God, if I could go back in time…”
“Me too,” I say, regret making each word so heavy, I can barely push them out of my throat. “If I’d just given you a heads-up that we got in early, none of this would have happened. If I’d watched a little longer or answered when you called…”
“We could drown inwhat-ifs.” He cups the side of my neck and pulls my face closer to his. “But we can’t change the past. Now that we know, we can change the future, though. If you want.”
I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.
“I want,” I whisper against his plush lips.
God, his smile is blinding, this close up. “Good. Me too.”
The way he kisses me is a whole-body experience. His hand on the side of my neck, guiding me where he wants me. The roll of his hips beneath me, creating instant sparks from the friction of his jeans against my thin sleep shorts. His broad chest radiates heat I want more of. Pressing closer, I swallow his groan of approval.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs between swipes of his tongue. His lips never leave mine. “I’ve spent almost half my life waiting for this moment.”
When his hips move again, I gasp against his lips. Pleasure, deep and insistent, builds inside of me. “Bash.”
“I know, baby. You can let go. I’ve got you.”
He always did.
Grinding against him, I push my fingers through his hair, needing something to hold on to as I kiss him with a feverishneed. A need more than ten years in the making. A need that absolutely will not be denied any longer.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, using his grip on my hips to push me down the length of his erection. “That’s it.”
My breath is coming in short, sharp bursts as I lose myself to the sensations of him. His lips, his hardness, his heat.
“Oh my god.” I gasp when he pulls me hard against his dick. It’s almost too much. The feel of him straining against the rough denim and the zipper of his fly with nothing but a pair of panties and the thin cotton of my sleep shorts to blunt things.
“That’s my girl. I’ve been waiting ten years to see what you look like when you come. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
And with that, I shatter. My muscles seize, my stomach hollows out, and I press my face into Bash’s neck to muffle my strangled scream.
Bash’s hands don’t stop moving me over his hard length, prolonging my pleasure. And when his muscles bunch and his movements grow erratic before he goes still and shudders beneath me, I nearly come again.
Because I’m pretty sure I just made Sebastian Navarro come in his pants like a teenager. Just ten years late.
twenty
SEBASTIAN
Well,shit. I came here to talk to Indie, not grind her on my lap until I unloaded in my boxers. Talk about losing my grip on my control. I’m not mad about it, but it does pose a problem, since I don’t have a change of clothes.
“Fuck, Indie.” I bury my face in her neck and groan as we both come down from our orgasms. I want more. It would be so easy to flip us over, spread her out on this bed, and make her come on my fingers, my tongue, and my dick.
But I need to be smart. Indie isn’t some random woman. She’s endgame. The woman I have imagined growing old with more times than I can count. Which means this is a long game, and I can’t overplay my hand.
Carefully, gently, I lift her off my lap before my cum can seep through my boxers and make a mess of my jeans too. The flush on her cheeks deepens, and the blissed-out expression she was wearing shifts into a slight frown.
“Sorry. I need to go clean up before everything I’m wearing is wet.” Leaning forward, I kiss her, hard, so she knows that’s the only reason I’m getting up. Because I knew Indie hadsome serious insecurities, but after our brief discussion tonight, I’m realizing I may have underestimated how deeply they’ve impacted her life. “Where’s your bathroom?”
“Next door,” she whispers, watching me.
“I’ll get you a washcloth. I may be a minute or two, I’m going to give my boxers a little scrub with some hand soap and hang them on the tub to dry.” It’s my turn to blush.
Indie’s eyes widen, and she laughs. It’s the most perfect sound. Bright and tinkling and free. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
