“I seem to be full of bad ideas. Hasn’t stopped me yet,” she countered.
With two fingers under her jaw, I gently turned her head to meet my eyes. Her pretty pink lips parted. “You have no idea how badly I want to kiss this wicked mouth of yours,” I groaned. A willing and eager Lydia standing in front of me, telling me she wanted me to kiss her, was fucking torture.
Her eyes flashed, and her lips curled up in a devious smirk.
Fuck, she was hard to resist. I was supposed to be helping her, looking out for her. But all I could focus on was the shape of her mouth and the feel of her smooth skin under my hand on her waist.
“I dare you, Seb. I dare you to kiss me like you want me.”
Challenge fucking accepted.
19
Lydia
Seb’s lips crashed into mine. He wasn’t soft or gentle as he dominated my mouth. A sense of urgency filled the air around us. My lips parted on an inhale, and he invaded my mouth, his tongue commanding mine. My knees wobbled, and I had to wrap my arms around Seb’s neck for support. Only he could make me literally weak in the knees, damn Seb.
Before I could comprehend what was happening or climb him like a tree, he pulled away. His breaths were coming in ragged puffs, his usually light brown eyes dark with desire.
“You are a fucking minx, little wild.”
“I’m not up for games, Seb. Either you want me, or you don’t.”
His jaw clenched, and he held himself up with his arm on the wall behind me, his head bent to look down at me, but he was still too far away.
“It’s not that easy.” His voice sounded strained, not unlike the zipper of his pants.
“Why not?”
“Your brothers feel like my brothers.”
“And do you think of me like your sister? Because I don’t consider you one of my brothers, I can assure you of that.”
“No.” He slowly shook his head. His thumb lightly brushed the side of my face. “I think of you like the one who broke me. I’m pretty sure I was cursed that night. I took something from you I didn’t deserve, and I’ve never been able to find that feeling ever since.”
“You didn’t take anything from me. I gave it to you. And if I was mature enough to talk to you about what I heard, maybe we wouldn’t have had to wait eleven years to get here,” I said. “If here is somewhere you even want to be.”
His face had moved closer to mine as we talked. I had to tilt my head up to look him in the eye. His masculine scent enveloped me in a heady swirl of cologne, beer, and pheromones. I wanted Sebastian with every cell in my body, even more than I wanted him that night eleven years ago. Everything had happened so fast back then, but this time was different. This time, I wasn’t a naive girl with no life experiences. This time, I knew what I wanted and what I didn’t. And I wanted Sebastian Devereux.
“You have no idea how hard it is to stay away from you.”
I stroked the bulge in his pants, eliciting a growl that shot straight to my center as he held himself taut in front of me. I was more revved up than I had ever remembered feeling. If Seb wasn’t going to give me what I needed, I was going to grab a toy and do it myself. Loudly, just to fuck with him.
“I have some idea,” I teased.
He thrust his hips into my hand, and in a flash, his lips found mine again. This time, I took control of the kiss. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and closed my teeth around it, pulling him toward me. Seb grabbed behind mythighs and lifted me onto his waist, pressing my back into the wall while we fought for control. I ran my fingers through his thick, dark hair, scratching my nails across his scalp. Every sound, every breath, every thrust was making it harder and harder to form a coherent thought.
Seb slipped my tank’s strap off my shoulder and pulled the fabric down, exposing my braless breast. He licked a path around my nipple. My head fell back against the wall, the sensitive peaks desperate for his touch. I tried not to moan as the feel of his hard cock pressed into my pussy and his mouth latched onto my nipple, his teeth clamping down in a deliciously painful way. He flicked my wet nipple with his tongue. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I whimpered his name and pulled his head up so I could kiss him again.
My mind was a blissful, blank slate when he touched me like this. There was no room for self-doubt and guilt. For overthinking or being self-conscious. There was only Sebastian and the feeling of being in his arms.
He slowly dropped my legs to the floor, wrapping his arm around my waist to drag me close to him.
“Get back in my bed,” he growled. “Naked, this time.” He swatted my ass with a smirk.
“Who said I haven’t already been naked in your bed.” I winked, pulling him by his shirt to the bedroom.
His eyes flashed with heat as he grabbed the back collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He let it drop to the floor, and I did the same with my tank. He came toward me with a promising glint in his eyes. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn’t. Instead, he picked me up by the waist and tossed me onto the bed unceremoniously.
