What sounds like my name followed by a moan travels down the stairs, and my grip on my cock tightens. I hear the moan again, and it takes everything in me to not release one of my own. My ears strain as I try to listen to Annalise. I know she’sup there playing with herself, and from the sounds of it, she’s thinking of me as she does.
If I were a worse man, I’d be taking those stairs two at a time and offering to help her out. But doing that would go against her request for taking things slow, so I do the slightly less horrible thing and listen. It’s all faint noises. My guess is she didn’t realize the door didn’t latch and is cracked and that’s why I can hear her.
My movements are slow as I work my hand up my cock, twisting at the tip. I’m already on edge after being hard for so long. Her moans are less concealed and come closer together—she must be close. My hand picks up speed, and I imagine what she must look like, spread out on her bed completely naked as she plunges two fingers inside herself while her other hand tweaks her nipple.
“Fuck! Fuck!Fuck!” I mumble to myself, on the edge of my orgasm.
“Sebastian!” her long, low moan hits my ears, and I’m coming over my hand and stomach, panting.
Fucking hell. I haven’t come like that since I was a teenager. In fact, I think the last time was in the shower down here thinking of Annalise Reid.
I get up, looking up the stairs and noticing the cracked door before I slip into the washroom and turn on the shower.
Annalise wakes up before me and greets me with a smile while she gets coffee and breakfast ready. She’s wearing the samesinful pyjamas as last night, and I push all thoughts of what I did while she was up in her room out of my mind.
“Do you want some help?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“Nope! I’ve got it.”
I smile and watch as she does her thing. When she finally slows down for a second, I round the counter and cage her in. Her eyes widen as she looks up at me, and I grin.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
“Good morning.”
I lean down slightly, indicating my intent but still leaving distance between us. “I want to kiss you good morning,” I say, and she swallows before nodding.
I slowly close the distance between us, my lips brushing over hers lightly before I deepen the kiss slightly. She kisses me back slowly, her hands finding my chest and grabbing at the fabric of my shirt. My hands leave the counter and find her ass, giving it a good squeeze, and she moans into my mouth. I lift her until her ass finds the counter, and her legs wrap around me, pulling me in closer, my erection finding her hot centre even through our clothing.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips over the soft skin of her neck, and whisper, “You’re fucking temptation.”
She arches her neck and whispers, “So are you.”
I place soft kisses across her skin, watching the way her blush spreads from her cheeks, down her neck, and across her chest. My lips follow the pink, kissing the tops of her breasts, and I listen to her sharp little inhales each time. I rest my forehead against her sternum. I need to step back, put space between us so I can respect her request, but being this close to her is intoxicating. I can’t imagine just how lust drunk I’ll be when I finally get to take things further with her.
Her hand runs through my hair, and I practically melt into her, causing her to chuckle.
“Who knew you like having your hair played with like me.”
I honestly didn’t know I liked it—until she did it. Something beeps behind me, and she gives my shoulder a little nudge. I back up, giving her space to hop off the counter and finish breakfast. I pull my phone out and put on some music. When the first notes start playing, Annalise smiles at me over her shoulder. The second her hands are free, I grab one and pull her into me as I start moving around the kitchen with her. She giggles, following me and resting her other hand on my chest.
“I didn’t take you for a dancing in the kitchen kind of person,” she says.
My grin widens. “I’m an anything kind of person when it comes to you.”
She shakes her head, and I spin her out, causing her to tip her head back before I spin her back into me. My free hand finds her hip, my thumb dusting under the hem of her tank top. One song blends into two, and our dancing turns into standing in place swaying, our hands together while her other rests on my chest and mine on her hip as we stare into each other eyes.
I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that mere days ago, Annalise hated me. She wanted me anywhere but here in this cabin with her, and now she’s letting me hold her.
I test my luck by leaning down for another kiss, and she meets me, a smile on her lips as mine dust over hers.
I rest my forehead against hers. “Best fucking decision,” I mutter.
“Hmmm?”
“Coming here. Best decision I’ve ever made.”
She giggles. “It’s only been a few days.”
