Bloody hell fucking heaven fuck fuck!
“I’m going to come,” I growled out in sudden panic. “You have to come first.”
As if taunting me, she fondled her breast with her free hand. Any hint of the self-conscious woman from seconds ago was gone. Her cheeks were flushed with pleasure, her eyes glazed with need and … power.
With me, she believed she was sexy.
And she was ruining me with it.
I would have applauded her if I wasn’t so near to climaxing.
Sitting up, I smacked her arse. Hard.
Lily let out a startled groan, her lips parting on the long sound of pleasure as she climaxed around me.
I was a goner.
My orgasm ripped through me, and I couldn’t hold back my hoarse cry of relief. I throbbed inside her as she tightened around me. It was sensational.
The ecstasy of coming shuddered through us as Lily leaned her forehead against my shoulder, while my hands roamed over her with a mind of their own. When the pleasure eased, I realized I was squeezing her breast in my hand. I gave it another gentle squeeze before I released it and pressed a kiss to her damp cheek.
I groaned, flopping back on the bed, pulling her with me. She eased off my cock and I couldn’t help the little grunt I released at the feel of losing her heat. Lily moved as if to roll away, but I wrapped my arm around her, cuddling her close.
“Sebastian?”
I stared down at her as she looked up at me, uncertainty now having overtaken her earlier lust.
I cared about this woman. It wasn’t just sex, even if it was. “You’re my friend. I don’t want to get up and leave like you mean nothing to me, even if this is only a onetime thing.”
Lily dropped her gaze. I could see her swallow hard either against words or emotion. Or both.
“Sawyer?”
She nodded and relaxed against me, pressing her cheek to my chest.
I sighed with relief, caressing my hand over the magical exaggerated slope of her waist.
We lay in silence for a while and I desperately fought the indignation and rage churning in my gut as each second passed, taking me slowly away from her.
“Happy New Year, Sebastian.”
I squeezed my eyes closed, the ache in my chest intensifying. “Happy New Year, Lily.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
LILY
It might have been ten or twenty minutes that passed as we lay in my bed. I wasn’t quite sure. I just knew that I dreaded each minute that moved us further into the new year.
Finally, Sebastian let out a ragged breath, pressed a kiss to my forehead, and gently moved out of my arms. “Stay in bed,” he told me quietly.
Reaching for the duvet, I pulled it over my naked body as Sebastian got up to deal with the condom. He grabbed the wastepaper basket and disappeared out of the room, presumably to dispose of them properly. When he returned, he put his clothes back on. We watched each other as he dressed until he sat on the end of the bed to tie his shoes. I waited as he finished and stared at my open bedroom door out into the hall.
“We’re still friends, aren’t we?” he asked dully.
Part of me still wanted to rage at him. To ask how he could not want to explore what was between us after that. Then again, he’d had more sex than me and maybe it was normal for sex to be this good for him. Hewasa very generous lover.
The thought of his head buried between some other woman’s thighs nauseated me.
