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I smile against his kiss. “So do you, Sebastian.”
He shifts his hips and palms my butt, pulling us closer. Pleasure pools into a sharp, sweet ache between my thighs, in the tips of my breasts as they brush against him. My head falls back. My legs give out.
My hand darts out reflexively to catch myself, but Sebastian catches me first, and eases me down. Still, I manage to knock half a shelf of books to the ground. I squeak in horror. “The books—”
“Fuck the books, Sigrid.”
“They’ll get bent! Damaged!”
“I’ll buy them all,” he mutters against my mouth, yanking a thick one across the floor, then setting it under my head like a pillow.
I laugh at that, tugging him close. Sebastian crawls over me and settles his weight between my thighs, knocking off a new string of books from another shelf. They rain down on us but bounce off his back as he shields me, pressing kisses patiently down my neck. “That’s a lot of books to buy,” I whisper into his hair, before I kiss it.
“Worth every penny.” He presses wet, hot kisses back up my neck and finds my mouth, working his hips into mine.
And then time just….slows. The air kicks on, a soothing hum. The lights above cast a saintly halo around this man who’s so convinced he’s the worst kind of sinner. Gently, I lift my hands to his hair, smoothing it back.
His gaze searches mine. Then, slowly, he bends his head and kisses me, soft and slow.
I wrap my arms around his back and pull him closer, until his nose brushes mine, until our chests brush. He sighs into my mouth as I glide my hands down to his backside, tugging him closer.
Propping himself up on both elbows, Sebastian smooths back my hair, framing my face with his hand. “So beautiful,” he says quietly.
I tip my head as his gaze dances over my face. “This from the beautifullest person I know.”
“Shut up,” he mutters, kissing me.
“Like you don’t know,” I mumble back, but he silences me with another sweet, seductive kiss to my mouth, chased by a hard, wicked stroke of his tongue. He breathes my name as he gives me more of his weight, and I feel him hard and heavy, right where I need him.
Wrapping my arm around his back, I wrench him closer, until our chests touch. Our mouths fuse into deep, slow kisses. We move lazily at first, Sebastian with his hand tangled in my hair, his mouth open with mine; me with my hands skating over the firm muscles of his back, up to the silken thickness of his hair falling into his face.
“Sebastian.” I call his name quietly as pleasure weaves through me, builds and coils. I drink in his sounds, his broken, aching groans, each sharp, jagged breath.
“Ziggy,” he whispers.
“Best. Kissing. Ever.”
He smiles against our kiss. “Best kissing ever.”
I wrap my leg around his and slide it down his calf, pressing my hips closer. His forehead drops to mine, and a moan leaks out of him, low and broken. Its raw, needy echo, the perfect nudge of hips, tugs that white-hot thread of pleasure right through me until it snaps and unravels into a thousand fine sparkling fibers glowing through me. Release hits me, sharp, shaking, sweet relief that pounds low in my belly, between my thighs, in the tips of my breasts, up my throat to the edges of my ears where I feel his breath, harsh and hot.
I arch into Sebastian again as another wave rolls through me and drink in his rough groan, his hand tightening its grip in my hair, as he stills his body, heavy over mine. I feel every inch of him, hard and insistent in his jeans, and tell myself as soon as I’m composed enough from this earth-shattering orgasm to remember what my hands are and how they work, I’m going to make this man fall blissfully apart.
Slowly, he pulls back, peering down at me, smoothing back fine and now sweaty strands of my hair. His knuckles graze my hot cheek, flushed from coming.
I watch him, dazed, all noodle limbs and needy touches. Throwing my arms around his neck, I smile as he leans in and kisses me, sweet and soft.
“This,” I whisper, “just might have ruined me for all future bookstore visits.”
Sebastian’s eyes crinkle. His torso starts to shake. And then he lets out the loudest, loveliest laugh I have ever heard.
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SEBASTIAN
Playlist: “I Wish I Was,” The Avett Brothers
My laugh becomes a gasp when Ziggy pushes me onto my back and slides her leg across my stomach, right over my cock that’s so damn hard, I don’t know how it hasn’t busted the zipper in my jeans.
