Page 44 of Trust Fund Baby

There was no hesitation this time, no testing the waters. Just years of tension snapping all at once, full of fire and hunger and the kind of need that burned straight through reason. Her kiss tasted like longing and every missed chance stitched into one perfect moment.

Her fingers slid into my hair and tugged hard enough to make me groan into her mouth. I dragged her closer, hands slipping under the hem of her hoodie to the heat of her bare skin. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me, pressing down until there was no space left, only the ache of how badly I needed her.

We’d stolen kisses as kids, sloppy and drunk and hurried, but this was different. This was years of desire finally coming to the surface.

Her mouth trailed from mine to my jaw, then lower, to the spot beneath my ear she knew would make me lose all my remaining composure. My breath stuttered, hips jerking against hers as I gripped her tighter. She smiled against my skin, wicked and sure of herself, so different from the girl I remembered. Life had hardened her edges, made her bold. It made me want to explore this new version of her even more.

Her lips skimmed down my throat, slow, deliberate. I cursed under my breath, fingers curling against her waist as if holding on would keep me from completely losing it. I wasn’t dreaming this. She was real. She was here. Every sound and every shift of her body against mine proving it.

She wasn’t rushing. Neither of us was. But there was no mistaking the urgency simmering beneath every touch, every inch of skin exposed in slow, deliberate pulls of fabric.

She pulled my shirt up and over my head.

She discarded hers on the floor with her tank top following.

I kissed every new inch of skin like I had something to prove. To show her I wanted every part of her and was deserving of anything she’d give to me.

“Sebastian …” Her voice was a low rasp that went straight through me, nails raking down my back as I kissed across her collarbone, down the curve of her breast.

“You’re quiet,” she whispered, fingers teasing at the waistband of my pants.

I looked up at her, at the amber light casting shadows across her skin, at the heat in her eyes. “I’m trying not to fuck this up.”

Her smile was soft, knowing, and somehow that undid me more than her touch. “You won’t. Don’t second guess this. Just be in it. All the way. If you want to …”

That nearly undid me. Not the kiss, not the decade-long tension, but those words. The permission to just give in, finally, scared me.

“I want to,” I said, and kissed her again, slower this time, pouring everything I couldn’t say into the way my mouth moved against hers. Her hands slid lower, bolder, and then there was no stopping the urgency that overtook us. Any remaining clothing was shed carelessly, left in a heap on the floor beside us until there was nothing between us but skin and heat.

For a moment, I just stared at her. I’d never seen her naked before, but her body was even more incredible than I’d expected. My chest ached at how beautiful she was, straddling me with her hair tumbling wild around her shoulders, eyes full of fire. I’d had money, power, every fleeting pleasure New York could offer me, but I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted this. As much as I wanted her.

“Christ,” I whispered. My hands skimmed up her sides, memorizing her. “You’re everything.”

I moved my hands from her waist up to her breasts. I could hardly believe she was letting me touch her like this. I took my time, never wanting this moment to end, as I rolled one of her nipples between my fingers, gently, and took the other in my mouth. She moaned, and it was the most intoxicating sound I’d ever heard.

I went back to kissing her, caressing her tongue with mine. I dragged a finger between her breasts, down her stomach. Just before I reached the part of her I was so desperate to touch, I paused and pulled my mouth from hers so I could look into her gorgeous eyes.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

“Yes, Seb,” she said her eyes filled with desire. “I want this. I want you.”

I kept my gaze locked on her as I reached down between us and found her clit. She didn’t break eye contact with me, but her breath hitched, and she let out another moan. I was already totally addicted to that sound. I needed to hear that sound again. I needed to make her feel good.

I traced my fingers to her opening, and she responded immediately, sinking down onto me with a gasp that seemed to tear through her, her body arching, nails dragging into my shoulders as I pulsed my fingers inside her.

“Fuck, Roxie,” I said, my voice as desperate as her moans. “You’re so wet for me.”

The sound she made in reply was raw and desperate. It nearly undid me on the spot. I pressed my forehead to hers as she trembled with my fingers inside her.

“Seb,” she said, breathless. “When I said I want you, I meant I want all of you.”

She didn’t need to explain herself. I knew exactly what she meant. And I was more than willing to comply. My cock hard and so ready for her.

I kissed her, deep and slow as I pulled my fingers out of her and replaced it with the tip of my length. Then I remembered something very important.

“I don’t have a condom,” I managed to say despite how desperate I was to be inside her.

Roxie gripped my chin in her hand. “I’m on birth control and I’m all good, I got tested last month.”