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CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Taylor
Iclose the hotel room door and toss my shoes on the floor. Sighing, I reach behind me and twist my arm, trying to undo the exposed zipper on my dress. After a few minutes of contorting my body to try and get the zipper down, I give up.
“Fuck!” I shout in frustration, flopping down onto the bed. “The perfect end to a shitty evening,” I mutter, knowing I made a complete idiot of myself with Seb earlier, throwing myself at him when he clearly isn’t interested in anything other than friendship. His hot-as-hell kiss threw me for a loop, and I let myself believe he might want what I want.
A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts and I sit up, wondering who it can be at this time of night. I stand and cross the room, my eyes widening when I look through the peephole and Seb is standing there. Swinging the door open, my eyes track over him as he stands in the corridor in just a pair of sleep shorts.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his face clouded with concern. “I heard shouting.”
“I’m fine. I couldn’t get the zipper down on my dress.”
“Oh.” His eyes sweep over me. “Do you want me to undo it for you?”
“If you don’t mind. I’ll be sleeping in it otherwise.” I turn and walk into the room, Seb following me. I close my eyes when his fingers brush over my neck as he sweeps my hair over my shoulder. The zipper goes from the base of my neck to underneath my butt. The dress is tight, and I hold my breath, his fingers skating over my body when he pulls down the zipper. I’m not wearing a bra, and I know from how low the zipper goes, he’ll be able to see the hot-pink thong I’m wearing underneath the dress.
He drags in a breath as the zipper goes over my butt, and I open my eyes, looking over my shoulder at him. His eyes are fixed on my back and his jaw is tense.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
His fingers trace up my spine, and I close my eyes, goose bumps erupting on my skin where he’s touching me.
“Have you any idea how much I want you?” His voice is low and husky, and I sigh, looking away from him.
“I have no idea what you want, Seb. You’re giving me whiplash.”
“I guess I deserve that, but God, I want to touch you.”
“Touch me, then,” I say, my voice barely audible.
He sighs. “I shouldn’t…” He trails off, but his fingers continue to brush over my skin, setting me on fire.
“You’re overthinking it.”
“Overthinking what?”
Despite feeling like an idiot earlier, I want him, and as hard as he’s fighting this pull between us, I think he wants me too. I turn to face him and bite my bottom lip. Taking a deep breath, I drop my dress, letting it pool on the floor at my feet. His heated eyes track over me and I reach for his hand.
“Sex, Seb. Wasn’t it you who told me to just feel?”
He stares at me before smiling. “I guess it was. Right after I’d made you come on my tongue.”
“Holy fuck,” I mutter as he pulls me gently against his chest.
“I am guilty of overthinking, though,” he says softly. “Fucking you again isallI can think about.”
Heat pools in my stomach as his fingers trace up and down my spine again. “Your mouth on me is all I can think about,” I whisper, my eyes closing as his hand tangles into my hair.
“Maybe I should make that a reality, then.”
He tilts my head and presses his lips to mine. I lose myself in his kiss, and when he bites gently on my bottom lip, I open up to him, his tongue dueling with mine. I gasp into his mouth as my nipples pebble and brush against his hard chest. With his mouth still on mine, his hands go under my ass, and he picks me up, placing me gently on the bed. He lays me down and my legs fall open as his body moves over me. I can feel his erection pressing against the thin material of my panties, and I lift my hips, trying desperately to dull the ache that’s building.
“Fuck, Taylor,” he mutters as he kisses around my jaw and down my neck. Within seconds, his lips are on my nipple and his tongue circles the bud. I let out a breathy moan and arch my back, trying to get as close to him as possible. My hands go into his hair as I hold his head against me. With his mouth and fingers on my chest, it isn’t long before my breathing becomes labored and my clit pulses with need. I whimper when he releases my nipple from his mouth and captures my lips again. I wind my arms around his neck and kiss him urgently.
“I need to taste you,” he says against my lips. He pulls back and searches my eyes. “Is that okay?”
I hold his gaze. I’d been apprehensive about him going down on me last time, but I can’t deny how incredible it had felt, and my body is aching for his mouth to be on me again.
