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“Wow.” I lean forward, taking it all in.
“I still can’t believe you’ve lived less than an hour from the city your entire life and you’ve never once been here.”
“Never had a real reason to visit.” I shrug. “Plus, Mom hates city traffic. Every time we’ve talked about coming here to see a play or visit the zoo, she’s always talked me into going somewhere else. I think deep down the city just reminds her too much of my dad considering this is where they met.”
“Makes sense. It was their place,” he says. “And now it’s going to be ours.”
I smile, not realizing how much I wanted a connection to my parents’ past until now. I love the thought that a place that once was so special to them will now be special to me and Sebastian. No matter what happens, he will always be the first person who pops into my head anytime I think of New York.
***
We arrive at the Westin at Times Square just after five o’clock. Sebastian reserved us a suite that is unlike any hotel room I’ve ever seen. Every window gives off an amazing view of the city. There’s even a large window offering a breathtaking view from the jetted tub in the bathroom. Every inch of the room is pure perfection. I can’t even begin to imagine what one night at a place like this cost. Something tells me I don’t want to know.
After walking around the expansive space and looking in every nook and cranny, I reenter the main living space to find Sebastian standing next to the largest set of windows positioned in the center of the room, his hands shoved in his jean pockets as he looks out over the city.
My breath catches in my throat at how incredible he looks standing there, the beautiful city the perfect backdrop for someone like him. When he senses my eyes on him, he turns his head in my direction, a slow smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“Come here.” He extends his arm, waiting until I’m securely tucked into his side before wrapping it around my shoulders.
“This place is incredible, Sebastian.” I slide my arms around his middle, squeezing him tightly. “Everything is so beautiful. And this view—god, it’s breathtaking.”
“It is, isn’t it?” I look up to find him looking down at me. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes bore into mine.
“I think you’re looking at the wrong view,” I tease, feeling squeamish under his gaze.
“I think you are.” He grins, turning in our embrace so that are bodies are now pressed front to front.
Reaching out, he tucks my hair over my shoulder, letting his hand linger on the side of my neck.
“I can’t tell you how amazing it feels to be here with you like this.” His hand slides up my jaw before the pad of his thumb traces along my lower lip. “I love you so fucking much, Tess.”
“I love you more.” I smile when he shakes his head knowingly at me.
“What do you say we go see Times Square?” he suggests.
“I have another idea in mind.” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively at him.
“Don’t tempt me, Tess. I brought you here to see the city, not the inside of this hotel room. But if you keep looking at me like that we’ll likely never leave.”
“I think I like the sound of that.” I reach up and wrap my arms around the back of his neck, pulling his face down to mine. “Make love to me, Sebastian,” I whisper against his mouth. “Right here, right now. I don’t want to wait another second.”
A groan vibrates from deep in his throat. He hesitates only seconds before his lips crash down on mine. It’s slow at first, his tongue dancing lazily against mine, but it doesn’t take long before the kiss morphs into something so intense I can feel it all the way to my core.
He slowly strips me bare, kissing each section of my body as the layers of clothing are removed—my shoulder, my collarbone, the swell of my breasts. The further down he goes the more the anticipation in my stomach grows.
Before Sebastian, before his touch and his kiss, I didn’t know it was possible to feel like this—for my body to react so intensely to another person. It’s like I’m an instrument and Sebastian knows how to play me with absolute precision, every note nothing short of perfection.
With shaky hands, I work the front of his pants open, swallowing up the deep moan that vibrates from his mouth into mine when I slide my hand inside the material of his boxer briefs and wrap my hand around his thick erection.
I work my hand up and down slowly, egged on by his reaction to my touch and how badly I can tell he wants this. Hell, I want it, too. I want it more than I think I’ve ever wanted anything else in my entire life.
No words can describe what Sebastian makes me feel, both emotionally and physically. To lump that together, to finally bring the physical and the emotional into the same playing field, makes everything feel that much more intense, that much more special, that much more incredible.
When Sebastian has finally rid himself of the rest of his clothes, he guides me onto the bed, my bare back coming to rest on top of the plush cream comforter. His eyes trail down me with so much heat I swear I can feel they’re path burning into my skin.
His eyes are heavy, his breathing labored, and when he starts crawling up my body I feel like my heart is seconds away from beating out of my chest. The nervous butterflies in my stomach now feel like a large flock of birds, and my bottom lip feels raw from kneading it nervously between my teeth.
After rolling on a condom, Sebastian settles between my thighs, supporting most of his weight on his forearms that are positioned on either side of me.
