I nip at her bottom lip, and she moans before I lick away the sting. I pull her closer as my tongue invades her mouth and kiss her as if my life depends on it, because in a way, it does. If this goes wrong, if she decides she doesn’t want me, she’ll completely crush me. I’ve gone so long without her, getting what knowledge I can of her in passing, missing being able to see her, that if she were to reject me now, I’m not sure I could survive it.
My free hand finds her leg, slowly dusting up it and under the hem of her shirt, finding her waist. She inhales when my hand finds the bare skin of her side. I lean into her, encouraging her to lie down, and she does. I follow, not letting us lose contact as we move.
I brace myself over her as I continue to kiss her, her legs spreading, giving me room to settle between them. I feel the heat radiating from her core even through her leggings. I unconsciously roll my hips into her, making her feel just how hard I am for her. She breaks the kiss, panting, as a soft little mewl leaves her. My lips move to her neck, and I smile against her skin as I roll my hips again and her sharp intake of breath fills the room.
“You like that, don’t you, Lise? Knowing just how hard you make me. How desperate and aching I am for you.”
She nods, and a breathy, “Yes,” leaves her.
“You’re just as needy, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t answer, but the sound of her swallow tells me I’m right. I kiss and nip my way up and down her neck, watching the way her skin erupts in goosebumps and her breathing increases. My hand skates down her side, finding her ass and giving it a good squeeze. Her hand finds my arm and squeezes in response.Moving from her ass, my fingers find the waistband of her leggings.
“Wait,” she whispers.
Those words are a bucket of cold water. I remove my hands from her and sit up, putting space between us and adjusting myself in my jeans.
Fuck.The last thing I want to do is make her feel uncomfortable, and I probably just skipped about a thousand steps. I’m pretty sure I was on my way to finger-fucking her while she was still wearing her leggings.
We’re both panting, the endorphins still rushing through our systems.
“We should talk more. We’ve only been here three days, and I haven’t seen you in years,” she finally says.
I nod, running my hands through my hair. “Yeah. That… That sounds good.” I push off the bed, needing some space and to get my raging erection under control before I try to have a civilized conversation with her. “I’ll see you downstairs when you’re ready,” I say, ducking out of the room and heading straight to the washroom downstairs.
FOURTEEN
ANNALISE
Ijust kissed Sebastian Hayes.
Ijustkissed Sebastian Hayes.
I justkissedSebastian Hayes.
Holy shit.
I push off the bed and head into the washroom, staring at myself in the mirror, brushing my fingers over my swollen lips, a physical sign that I didn’t just have a very intense dream. I actually kissed Sebastian in real life. I may have been the one to make the initial contact, but he took control, showing me exactly what he wanted. I fan myself as I lean against the wall and it all replays in my mind.
That was hands down the hottest kiss of my entire life. I want more. The second he left my room, I wanted to call him back and ask him to kiss me again, but my mind is fighting my heart. It’s reminding me of the hurt he caused me and all the time that’s passed since. I’ve managed to stay away from Sebastian since then; him showing up here was the first time I’d seen him in person in eight years.
I jump in a quick cold shower, needing to gather myself before I head downstairs to see Sebastian. Slipping into a pair of leggings and a hoodie, I leave the room only to find Sebastianin the kitchen cooking. He notices me and smiles at me over his shoulder.
“I figured since we didn’t eat a proper breakfast, we could both use some decent food.”
My stomach chooses that moment to groan like a heathen. He chuckles and returns to the stove while I take a seat at the table, watching him. I don’t hide the way my eyes take in every inch of him. He catches me and smirks as I rest my elbow on the table and set my chin in my palm.
He puts the food on plates and brings them over, setting one on the table, but hovers over me. I hold his eyes as he stares at me, tucking a stray piece of damp hair behind my ear.
“You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now.” His words are almost a whisper, and they send a thrill through me. I never thought I’d hear those words from him, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this is all real.
He places a soft kiss on my forehead instead, and my eyes flutter closed before he takes a seat and we dig in. We eat in relative silence, both of us sneaking looks at the other. When I finish, I push my plate away and settle in my chair, watching him.
We look at each other like we’re sizing each other up, as though we’ve never seen the other. I guess in a way that’s true. Before today, I’ve never clung to his arms as his hands explored me and gripped my ass. My tongue had never warred with his for control of a kiss.
My skin is heating again at just the thought of it. The way I wanted his hand to skate further up my shirt and pull down the cup of my bra and roll my nipple. I wanted him to leave marks on my neck as he kissed his was up and down it.
I press my lips together, close my eyes, and release a breath.
