“You didn’t have to come with me,” I said on the way.
“And stay alone with the vultures? No, thanks.”
As soon as my door closed behind us, he kissed me. Rough.
And goddamn him, every nerve in me ignited at once. I kissed him like I’d been starving for him.
“The best structure on the property,” he smirked against my lips, slipping his fingers under the waistband of my jeansand panties. “So wet already,” he half-whispered, his voice gravelly.
I bit his lower lip. “Stop talking,” I said instead of just ‘stop.’
He began rubbing his fingers on me. “I think it’s one of those times when you like me talking.”
Fuck him, he always knew when and what I needed.
“You see, I know you. You don’t stop me because you get off thinking no one knows what you and I are doing.”
“No, I don’t. Everyone knows,” I gasped.
“Yeah? Think everyone knows I’m touching you like that? How wet you are for me?” He pressed his chest to mine, his fingers tighter on me inside my panties, his mouth hovering over mine, our breaths intermixing.
I tried not to moan. The sensation was so acute. And he was right, his words added to my arousal. A whimper escaped my lips.
“You wanna come?” he rasped into my ear.
I nodded.
“How bad do you want it?”
“Bad,” I barely managed to utter.
“Think you can do it quietly? The acoustic here is shite.” He smirked, his lips close to mine.
“Mm-hm,” I pretty much moaned.
“Atta’ girl,” he said, rubbing faster, harder, tighter, exactly right, until I clenched all over, and he had to cover my mouth with his to muffle me.
I stood there, my forehead on his shoulder, the aftershocks exploding through my body, glad for the doorbehind me and his chest in front of me, because my knees turned to rubber.
His shirt smelled of him, his deodorant, his skin, and the guests’ free detergent. I inhaled him, lightheaded.
Only when he figured I could stand did Sebastian step back a bit. He then bent his head, and we kissed a long, deep kiss that sent a quiet wave of warmth all over my sated body.
He went to wash his hands and give his erection a chance to subside, while I took out the bottle and opener we came there to get, patting my disheveled curls.
“You look flushed, dear. Get under the umbrella,” Sebastian’s mom said, waving at me, when we returned.
I smiled and fanned a hand over my face.Oh, God. I’m depraved.
Soon after, we sat down to eat, the breeze in our hair, gulls circling far above.
“It’s like a postcard,” Sebastian’s mother sighed appreciatively.
My mom leaned in her chair toward Trudy Sawyer. “It must be nice to have Sebastian here. Much closer to home than Houston.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. Did subtlety just skip her generation entirely?
I kicked Sebastian under the table. He just smirked.
