“Sorry.” I rubbed my stiff neck. “I was in the zone.”
“I figured.” He stepped inside, set the bag and the rose down, and kicked the door shut behind him. Then he reached for me.
Our mouths met in a hungry, needy kiss that lit up my entire body. His mouth was hot, his tongue insistent, his body hard against mine.
“God, I missed you,” he whispered, biting my lower lip and sending a tsunami of desire to every nerve ending in my body.
In seconds, I was pinned against the door, my legs around his waist, his arousal pressed against me through his jeans. I gasped, overwhelmed and completely helpless against the rush of desire that surged through me.
“I missed you too.” My fingers dug into his steely arms as his mouth found my neck.
“Is this how you’ll greet me every time I stop by?” he growled, his breath hot against my skin.
“I might.” I slid off his glasses and placed them on the shelf.
Then he was kissing me again—deep, consuming, and wild. One hand slid under my shorts, finding bare skin, and the next thing I knew, my shorts and panties were gone, his shirt half undone.
He couldn’t think that... He wouldn’t. Not against the door. Would he?
I leaned in, flicked my tongue over one of his nipples, then sucked gently. He moaned, sliding his fingers between my legs, stroking me until I could barely breathe.
“You’re so creamy,” he growled. “So damn sweet. I need you right now.”
He wasn’t alone. My hands fumbled at his fly, freeing him with something close to desperation. He reached into his backpocket for a condom, rolled it on with shaky fingers, and in one smooth motion, lifted me and slid deep inside.
There was no buildup, no pretense—just raw, unfiltered need. My back thudded softly against the door with each thrust. I held on to him, clawed at him, lost all sense of time and place as he moved inside me with a perfect rhythm. The angle was perfect for me. He hit all the right spots, again and again, until I broke apart around him, the release crashing through me like a wave. I buried my face in his neck, my body tightening around him as though he was the center of my universe. In that moment, he was.
Chapter Sixteen
Sebastian
I carried Jesse into the bedroom, and we tumbled onto the bed in a mess of rumpled clothes, bare skin, and tangled limbs. My lungs burned, my body sang, and I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face if I tried.
“Welcome home, dear,” she panted, still catching her breath.
Laughter rumbled in my chest. “Now that’s how a woman should greet her man.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Oh, I can do that. Now put on an apron and cook me dinner.”
I chuckled, still dazed with the high of being inside her. “May I take a couple of minutes to catch my breath, Princess?”
“Fine. I’m feeling generous.”
We both laughed, and something warm spread through me that had nothing to do with sex. This felt right—her laughter in my ear, her body curled against mine. I felt I could get used to this.
But then her smile faded, and the air shifted.
She cleared her throat, hesitant. “So… is your sister—I mean, did you explain…?”
The worry in her green eyes tugged at me. I forced an easy smile, wanting to chase it away. “I told her I turned off my phone because I was with someone very special.”
Her face softened, and the tightness in my chest eased.
“I try to stay in touch,” I explained, brushing my thumb over her knuckles. “She’s always worried that I’ll get into an accident on my bike.”
Her brows pulled together. “Your bike? You mean a motorcycle? I didn’t know you had one.”
“Yeah. I don’t use it much. Mostly it just sits gathering dust in a parking garage over on Bleecker.”
