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“You’re going to head up the Pacific Coast Highway and leave me behind?” Sebastian murmurs as he leans over to trace his mouth along my neck.
“Unless you’re up for a road trip.”
His eyes flick up to mine with a trace of a smile, and then his mouth covers my lips, giving me a strong, slow yes. His hands fumble over my jumpsuit.
“There’s a zipper on the back,” I say, wrapping myself tight against him so he can reach between me and the cabinets. But he steps away, spinning me around to slide the zipper down my back. His fingers tickle.
He pushes his hands inside my jumpsuit, tracing over my back and down my sides, then my stomach, till the front of the jumpsuit falls. It’s hard to breathe. His touch is so gentle and demanding at once. He pulls me close, his chest warm against my back, and I lean into him, twisting my head so I can kiss him. One of his hands traces up to cup my braless chest, while the other draws downwards. The jumpsuit falls from my hips to the floor. His fingers work lower, below my thong, to the wetness between my legs. As he explores, I go limp against him. I’m desperate for more of him. I have wanted this for way too long.
“Come on.” I turn and strip off his shirt. He’s still maintaining the wax from the ship, and his chest is smooth. I let my mouth glide over his skin till I find the sensitive nub of his nipple and run my tongue across it. He laughs and groans at once, a low rumble.
“Show me all of you,” I say, unbuckling his belt. His eyes darken.
“This is like a dream I had at sea.”
“What happened next?” My core clenches and I bite his neck. He smells of sweat and charcoal soap.
“I was naked in my bed, and you may have demanded I remove my hands from my junk so you could see everything.” Sebastian grins, his teeth grazing over his lip. I pull off his pants, exposing his long, lean legs and a set of tight boxer-briefs that leave almost nothing to the imagination.
“Show me, Sebastian,” I say, gripping his hard length through the fabric.
“In the dream, you were naked first.” He traces soft hands along my hips till his fingers tuck under the band of my underwear, starting up a low thrum between my legs. Sebastian pulls down my thong, tracing over my thighs, soft and deliberate, until the underwear falls. He licks his lips, his gaze drawing upwards till he reaches my face.
“Now you,” I say. But he hesitates.
“Are you going to trust me? You won’t hate me for how much I want you? For every dirty thing I’m going to do?”
I shake my head. “I’ll get past my nice guy having a not-so-nice side.”
“You’d better be sure about that,” Sebastian says, pushing me onto the bed.
“I’ve never been more sure.”
He pulls his briefs down, and my mouth goes dry. I’ve never had this feeling before, of unadulterated desire, unmarred by any hint of wariness. I wrap my legs around him and pull him in, closing the gap between us till we’re skin to skin. My mind goes blank, save for the feel of him against me, of warmth and steadiness and the beating of his chest. And that hot, hard length, pressing against my clit. I groan.
“Do you have a condom? Because I’m even more sure I want you now.”
He does. When he climbs back onto the bed, prowling over me, I’m reminded of our nighttime adventure on the ship, though this bed is far softer than the netting on deck seventeen.
“I wanted you to do this that night on the catamaran net,” I say.
“Me too.” He grins. “I tried as hard as I could to keep you in the married lady box in my head, but you were so damn hot.”
“I hope you can take me out of that box and get into mine. What do you think?” I pull him down to me, loving the feel of his laughter against my chest.
Outside, somewhere in the neighborhood, a dog barks. The sound of the ocean rushes on the beach below the bluffs. Inside the RV it’s quiet, but only because Sebastian is working his mouth down my body, and I cannot speak.
He spreads my legs, his thumb gliding up my inner thigh. I squeak as he drags my wetness upwards from my core in gentle strokes over my clit, sending me almost over the edge.
“Sebastian, come here,” I say, tugging him upwards. He doesn’t comply.
“I want you in free fall, Zoey,” he says, his breath warm between my legs. And then his mouth is hot over me. I can’t focus. But I won’t fall till I have all of him. I tug again.
“If I go, you’re going with me.” Finally, he comes to me.
I lift my hips, pulling him closer till his tip presses into me. He groans as he sinks in deeper, and the sound says everything I need to know about what this means to him. As he moves, the relief of him and me, together, spreads through me. It’s as if I’m waking up for the first time, hearing the ocean and the birds, feeling the tickle of the blankets, seeing the grain on the wood overhead, all as newly as I feel Sebastian’s touch.
But as we rock together, harder and faster, my awareness of anything but him recedes again until we’re alone in the universe. Nothing else exists.
