I don’t stop my featherlight touch until I reach his dick. It’s just a brush, but it’s there. I don’t look left or right. I don’t look to see if anyone is watching in the dark. I doubt it, but it’s possible. The thought of it ratchets up my desire, makes me even wetter.
I brush again. There and gone. Intimate and innocuous. Again. And again. Each time, he gets harder, impossibly harder.
His smirk is wiped away.
I’m lost in the erotic pleasure on his face. I’ll always be lost without this. Without him.
He stands abruptly. This time, it’s for a very different reason.
“We’re leaving,” he commands. And just like that old law of assumption, I stand. He’s willed it.
CHAPTER 37
Sebastian
With her hand in mine,we make our way toward the house. When I turn back to Emma, she’s laughing and holding her high-heeled sandals as she races through the soft grass, hair blowing in the summer wind. The moon and lights in the distance illuminate the joy clear on her face.
I’ve never seen her so carefree. I want to make her shine this brightly every day, every night.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” My words are raw. Reverent. Ripped from somewhere deep within me.
When we make it to the patio, I grab her. My kiss, like my words, is also worshipful. Our breath and tongues mingle. I could never get enough of this. I don’t simply want her; I want her to be part of me.
We kiss over and over in the shadows of the patio, our lips slow and sensual. My body is so fevered that holding back becomes the sweetest torture.
I grab her ass and lift her against a column. She gasps as her short skirt hikes up to allow her bare legs to bracket my hips, ourbodies aligning so that she can’t mistake me against her center. I push, and she whimpers.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
“Someone might come,” I grit out, but I compulsively shift, making us both mad with longing. “You’re a witch. You knew what you were doing back at the table.”
She laughs, a pleased sound. “I hoped. Oh, do that again,” she cries as I dip a finger into her dress, playing with her nipple, and continue to grind my dick slowly.
Conversation and laughter float to us on the breeze, causing us to freeze.
We need to leave. Now, before we’re discovered. Before I unbutton my pants, pull aside her panties, and take her right here on the patio. It’s tempting. God, is it.
But we’re still so new. I want to be somewhere I can take my time, somewhere I can discover every secret, every dip and curve of her body as she comes around me.
But I can’t bear to let her go, so I shift her until I’m carrying her like a bride, and I stride across the patio and into the house.
“Sebastian, put me down.”
“No.”
Feeling her giggle against my chest causes my heart to compress.
“That’s just like you. No is a complete sentence.” She mimics.
“Damn right it is. I’m not letting you go all fucking night.”
Longer. I want her longer than a night.
I climb the stairs with her in my arms, thinking this is exactly where she belongs. I remember Chase saying that being with Olivia was like coming home, and now I finally understand exactly what he meant.
As we near our guest bedroom, she works the buttons of my linen button-down shirt and kisses the skin she reveals right at my heart.
It’s all yours,I want to say. She wants my body. Is she interested in my heart?
