His lips graze my jaw, soft and devastating. “You melt under my hands, Harper. You come alive when I touch you. You crave it, you craveme, even if you’re too proud to say it.”
The words drag across my skin like silk, catching on every nerve. I bite my lip, but a moan still slips out, strangled and breathless. He hears it. Feels it. Smirks against my pulse as he drags me forward again, grinding me against the thick ridge of his cock until I nearly lose control.
“I see it,” he breathes. “The way your hips roll like they belong to me. The way your thighs clench like you’re trying to trap me inside you.”
His hand slips beneath the hem of my shirt, fingers skating up my bare spine, and I arch into him like he’s the only thing keeping me grounded. His other hand finds its way between us, pressing down over my soaked panties, and the whimper that escapes me is shameless.
“You’re a challenge,” he whispers, voice laced with reverence and heat. “A challenge only forme.”
I can barely breathe. My hands fist his shirt like it’ll anchor me, but nothing can. My body pulses, desperate and soaked, aching for more.
“Tell me your secrets, Harper,” he murmurs against my ear, his breath so warm, so intimate, it nearly breaks me. “Tell me who you really are.”
His words hit something deep and dangerous inside me, something that cracks open under the weight of his touch. My lips part, voice barely a whisper.
“Why?”
He doesn't hesitate.
“Just one of my secrets,” he says, and there’s a kind of darkness in his tone that doesn’t scare me… ittemptsme. Makes me want to lean in and fall headfirst into the fire we’ve lit between us.
But before I can say another word, before I can grind again or beg or lose what little is left of my self-control, a voice slices through the haze.
“Harper, are you in here?”
Liam.
Inside the library.
Reality slams into me.
I jolt like I’ve been shocked, yanking myself off Sebastian’s lap so fast my body whiplashes from the loss of contact.The cold air rushes in, a cruel contrast to the heat still pulsing between my thighs. My legs shake as I stumble backward, breath hitched, chest rising too fast, too shallow.
Sebastian doesn’t move.
He stays on the alcove, wide-eyed and silent, hands clenched, jaw tight. But his pants tell the truth neither of us speaks.
The thick, visible bulge strains against the front of his pants. The fabric is darkened where my arousal soaked through, a wet stain spreading across the fabric...mine. The sight makes my stomach twist, my face burn, my heart collapse in on itself.
We let that happen.Ilet that happen.
And now it’s sitting between us like a loaded gun.
Sebastian’s gaze finally lifts to mine. Whatever cocky fire was in his eyes before is gone. Now there’s only disbelief. And something dangerously close to regret.
My hand covers my mouth, trying to hold in the mess of shame and want and confusion clawing its way up my throat. My skin is flushed, my thighs are still damp, and the part of me that wanted him,so badly, is still throbbing, aching for a high I didn’t let myself reach.
He opens his mouth, but no sound comes. No smirk. No witty remark. No rescue. Just silence.
And itkillsme.
I force myself to speak, voice trembling, bitter in my own ears.
“No one knows.”
It’s a warning. A plea. A lie I need to make true.
I turn to leave, hand gripping the shelves, legs still weak.
