“You’re finally here,” he murmurs like he can’t believe it.
His hands move to my waist again, pulling me close enough that I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest.
“With me,” he finishes his thought just as his mouth finds my neck.
The first kiss is slow, almost careful, but the second one lingers longer, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin just below my ear. I can tell he’s trying to be mindful of how I was hurt tonight.
A shiver runs straight down my spine because right now with Sebastian’s hands and mouth on me, I don’t feel an ounce of pain.
“I’m going to be as gentle as I can with you, baby, but I feel like I need to apologize in advance for when I lose control. I’m barely hanging on, and I’ve only kissed your neck,” he says against my skin.
I drag my fingernails lightly down his biceps, and he lets out a low moan of pleasure. Sebastian’s mouth moves lower, brushing my collarbone with another lingering kiss.
“You’re finally mine,” he whispers so softly I’m not sure if he’s speaking to me or reassuring himself.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Sebastian groans softly against my throat. His mouth presses one last kiss to the column of my neck before he pulls back.
“Whoever that is, I’m gonna fucking kill you,” he mutters.
Another loud bang rattles the door.
“Seriously! Hurry up man, my friend is puking all over the fucking house.” I don’t recognize the guy’s voice, but I can only assume it’s one of the guys on Sebastian’s team.
Sebastian checks my dress over to make sure I’m covered and then cups my face, kissing me roughly one more time like he’s making up for the interruption.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests briefly against mine. “Come with me, baby.”
My heart skips when he adds, “I want to take you somewhere.” His eyes search mine carefully, and I can hear the pleasure in his voice when he says, “You trust me. I can see it. Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
My hands slide up to cradle his face. “I trust you, Sebastian,” I tell him quietly. “You’re the only one I trust.”
His throat moves as he visibly swallows. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he practically moans the words. My body isresponding to him, and I can tell by the way his fingers flex against my sides, he’s ready for me.
I hold his gaze when I say, “It’s only you, Sebastian. You’re the only one for me. I feel it. Everything you’ve said tonight, I feel it too.”
His breath catches, then he dips his head and kisses me again.
Soft.
Slow.
When he pulls away, he suddenly scoops me up and shifts me over his shoulder. His hand and forearm are in the perfect spot on my ass when he squeezes hard.
“Sebastian!” I squeal, half laughing.
BASH
The research library is dark when we slip inside, the only light coming from the low lamps scattered across the long study tables. I’ve had this planned for a while, but I didn’t expect it would be for our first time. I don’t want to wait after almost losing my girl tonight. I want to make tonight unforgettable, overshadow every bad memory she might hold on to.
I flex my fingers against her ribcage and because I’m a fucking man in love with her, I let my fingers brush the side of her breast. Fuck. I’m not going to make it to the actual plan because all I want right now is to haul her against me and fumble around until we figure out how well we fit together.
She looks up at me, half suspicious and half amused. “What about the cameras?” she asks.
My hand drifts down her arm, then back up again. I find the silkiest strands of hair, and my fingers play absently with the curl at the ends as we walk.
“I hacked them the day I moved here,” I say simply.
