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“Then we won’t tell her.”
I shook my head. “We can’t keep something like that from her.”
“Sure we can. We’re her parents.”
I abandoned my task and met his eyes. “I don’t want to keep something so serious from her.”
“You kept me from her.”
I flinched at the phrase I’d been dreading from his mouth. “You’re right, but I shouldn’t have. I don’t want to do that again. And I don’t know if I can handle it if she does have the marker.” My voice wavered. “Please, think about letting her decide when she’s older. She’s still a baby. Can we just let her be a kid without this hanging over us?”
“It’s hanging over us whether we have her tested or not,” he noted, but sighed. “Hey,” he started softly, “come here.”
And then I was buried in his chest, locked in his arms.
He kissed the top of my head. “Let’s talk about it. In pieces like this, if it’s easier. I hear you. But I’ve spent nearly ten years thinking about this, dreading it. Building a life to ensure I didn’t have to face this choice. I can’t just let it go.”
“I know.”
He leaned back, held my face in his hands. “And this is why I’m not mad and I’m not freaking out. Because we’re together on this. And there’s nobody else I’d rather be in it with.”
Before I could speak, he kissed me briefly, deeply. I felt the kiss in the dark reaches of my heart, ached for this to be forever, knowing I couldn’t be.
Forever wasn’t in the cards for us.
And maybe that was for the best. We could hang on to the magic of our perfect summers and let them be perfect forever without the trouble of reality. Reality sucked. Reality was a dream crusher and a drag. Nobody liked reality.
So dream world it was.
He smirked down at me. “How long do you think they’ll be gone?”
“Well,” I started, threading my arms around his neck, “If they walk, we’ve got twenty minutes. Factoring in daisy chain making and Cilla’s attention span, I’m going with forty-five. But that door doesn’t lock from the inside.”
His hand slid over my hip to gather my skirt in his fingers. “So you’re saying I should be quick?”
“As much as I’d like to say no, I’m going with probably.”
“Then come here,” he said against my lips.
And then they were his.
In seconds, my ass was on the counter and my panties on the floor. But despite the necessity for efficiency, Sebastian hit his knees, sliding his hands up my thighs, to my hips, and with a tug, my ass was hanging off the edge with his hot breath against my skin. His slick tongue traced the rippling flesh before latching to the aching tip of me.
I stifled a moan, biting down on my bottom lip, my thighs spreading wider. One leg slung over his shoulder as he used his lips, his tongue, to pull me closer, to coax me to him. He knew what to do, knew where to touch, where to kiss, when to speed up, when to slow down. He knew me. He knew my body. He knew every climax he’d given me because each one was his, and he knew how to earn the both of us another one.
My hand slipped into his hair and fisted, holding him where I wanted him as my pulse raced, every nerve racing to the place where we connected. My back arched, chest heaving.
And he disappeared.
I mewled my disappointment, cracking my eyes to find him standing before me, closing them again when he kissed me, the salt of my body on his tongue. I was so preoccupied, the feel of his crown brushing the hot dip between my thighs broke the kiss with a gasp. But he was already kissing me again, sliding my hips closer as he flexed his, not stopping until he was buried in me.
A moan echoed a moan, a retreat and advance. And it wasn’t how he touched me that brought me to the edge. It wasn’t the way we fit together, wasn’t in the shape of him, teasing my body.
It was the sound of his voice when he said my name. It was the sight of him, dark brows drawn, eyes hooded with sweeping black lashes. The vision of his wide lips, parted in pleasure, waiting for something—a kiss, a word, release.
Those lips were the last thing I saw before I came in a rush of fluttering heartbeats and locked muscles, pulsing around him, begging him with my body to come with me.
He heard the silent cry, slamming into me as I came down. And I cradled him as he reached the top, felt the beat of his heart through his chest, reveled in the knowledge that his pleasure was mine, just as mine was his.
