There went my heartbeat again. I swallowed down the strange feelings he was making me feel and whacked him with my pillow.
“Enough with the fake flirty talk,” I laughed. I knew Sebastian Devereux’s MO by now. He was like that with everyone. The charmer. “It isn’t nice to do to a lady, especially not on her birthday.”
“Oh, shit.” His face fell like he was actually upset. “I’m sorry, Lydia. I completely forgot it was your birthday today. I didn’t get you anything.”
“It’s fine. I didn’t expect you to.” My laugh sounded strangled. The air felt thicker, heavier, somehow. Sebastian was studying my face with an intensity I didn’t know what to do with. I wet my lip with my tongue instinctively. His gaze homed in on the movement before slowly lifting to my eyes again.
“I should still give you something.” His voice was lower than usual, the sound of it resonating with my lady parts. Thank God I had my legs closed tight and wasn’t sitting cross-legged now, otherwise he would be able to see the physical effect he had on me. “Maybe a birthday kiss?” His eyes danced with humor, and something else. Something I couldn’t name.
God, could he hear my heartbeat from there?
Play it cool. It’s Seb Devereux—he’s probably going to psych you out anyway.What would he even see in his best friend’s little sister?
A small smile tugged at his lips, a challenge lighting up his whiskey eyes.
I rolled my eyes. “I mean, if it’ll make you feel better about not getting me something, sure. Why not?”
His hand gripped my chin lightly, turning my face to meet his. He inched forward so, so slowly. I couldn’t tell if he was giving me time to pull away or psyching himself up to kiss the emo-punk freak.
His lips touched mine. A featherlight, barely there pressure. Still, when he pulled his face back, I followed him, trying to keep the contact for just a moment longer. If this was my one and only chance to kiss him, I didn’t want to waste it.
“Don’t do that, Lydia,” he basically growled into my mouth, our lips only centimeters apart.
“You call that a birthday kiss? Maybe if you were my grandma,” I baited him.
I could feel the smirk pull at his lips. “You’ve got issues.”
“I just want my present,” I said, feigning confidence. My voice was too breathy, coming too quickly, for it to be believable. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see if he would actually kiss me or pull away. Nerves raked my body in thespace of a half second as I waited for his rejection.
Seb captured my lips with his, the urgency of it making me gasp. He took my parted lips as an invitation for his tongue to tangle with mine.
I may have been a virgin, but this was by no means my first kiss. I knew what a kiss felt like. But it had never felt like this. Like he was breathing me into his lungs. Like I was the only thing keeping him alive.
I lay back on the bed, Seb holding his body over mine. His hand snaked across my midriff. Goose bumps pebbled my skin under his touch. I didn’t know what was happening right now, but I knew I didn’t want it to end.
He caressed my skin, his fingers moving higher and higher under my tank until they touched the underswell of my breasts.
A moan pulled deep from the back of my throat, and I gripped his shirt in my fist. Seb broke the kiss to rip his shirt over his head. His body had changed so much from the husky kid he was when he and Luke became friends to the sculpted man who was before me.
Heat blazed in his eyes as he looked at me. I could see the wheels spinning behind his gaze. Fear that he was going to pull back sank low in my gut. I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted him to keep kissing me, touching me. I pulled my tank up and over my head, exposing my breasts to him.
“Fuck,” Seb groaned, his breathing heavy. He didn’t pull away though. He drank me in, in nothing but my underwear. I wrapped my hands around the base of his neck and dragged him toward me for another kiss. His slanted mouth took our kiss from amazing to unbelievable. My legs parted on impulse, letting his bulky frame fall between my knees.
His kisses trailed down my neck as one hand cupped my breast, pulling at my nipple. With his other hand, he swiped a finger across the fabric of my panties, right along my folds.
All coherent thoughts scattered. My focus was solely fixated on the man above me and the way he made me feel. I arched my back at the sensation, pulling in as much air as I could with my gasp. “Do that again,” I whispered. And he obliged. I was already panting before I felt his hardened dick push against my thigh. I made quick work of the button on his jeans, lowering his zipper to find him just as affected by this as I was.
“Christ,” he hissed through gritted teeth when I fisted his shaft in my hand and tugged. “Is this a good idea, Lydia?”
Fuck that. I answered his question with one of my own.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Back pocket,” he answered quickly. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. I found his wallet and handed it to him. He pulled a string of condoms out and removed one. I didn’t have the mental energy to focus on what it meant that he carried so many around with him. He lost his pants and briefs and rolled the latex down his hard length. With his hands on my hips, his fingers hooked beneath the waistband of my panties, Seb locked eyes with me. His Adam’s apple bobbed on a rough swallow. I nodded my head, nerves fluttering in my belly, my limbs tingling yet heavy. I wanted this. I wanted him.
We didn’t say another word as Seb positioned himself on top of me and slowly pushed his way into me. The unfamiliar stretch pinched at first. I pressed my face into Seb’s collar as, inch by inch, Seb filled me. A single thought ran through my head on a loop.What if I’m bad at this?
It was like Sebastian knew I was in my head. He cradled my face in his hands. He kissed me. He touched me. He pulled out and slammed into me, and I suddenly knew what all the fuss was about. Sex was amazing. Or at least sex with Sebastian Devereux was.
