When she looks up again, her kitten gray eyes seem dark. She’s torn. Half of her wants to run, but half of her doesn’t. I keep pushing, hoping that it gives the latter half more power to win the war. “I want to kiss you right now.”
She licks her lips and we’re not moving anymore. We’re just standing there as everyone bounces and dances around us. “In public?” She acts mildly shocked. “So the world thinks I’m some puck bunny?”
She’s still putting up her sarcastic, defiant walls, but she’s not shutting me out or running away, so that’s something. Still, I feel like I’m done with the games.
“So the world knows that I am fucking crazy about you.” The smile on her lips fades and she looks suddenly deadly serious. I don’t know what that means, but it makes me panic, so I do the only thing that I want to—I kiss her. Right there, on the dance floor in front of anyone and everyone, I cover her pretty little mouth with mine and my tongue sweeps over hers. She seems to melt, her body sinking into mine and her fingers tangling in the hair at my neck. The song is over and the next one is halfway done before we pull apart.
“My place?” I barely manage to get out between raspy breaths.
Without a word she leads me out of the club.Victory!my brain screams. Or maybe it’s my dick. Once again, I can’t differentiate.
Chapter 27
Shayne
I feel him before I see him. That’s because I’m still in a deep, glorious sleep, and his lips are slowly tugging me back to reality. He’s kissing my neck. Soft, feather-light kisses that graze over my throat and then my collarbone and then my breast as he pushes the duvet off me.
He stops and his tongue, all wet and warm, rolls circles around my right nipple. I press my shoulders into his deliciously comfortable mattress, arching my back to give him easier access. I can feel him smile against my skin at that.
“Morning, sunshine,” he whispers before he moves onto my other nipple, shifting his body so he’s half on top of me.
“We should talk,” I say back as my brain fights off sleep and struggles to keep my hormones from drowning my common sense.
“Je préfère les actions sur les mots.”
Damn, the way hisRs roll and his sleepy voice drops an octave, yeah, okay, maybe I get why women think French is sexy. I don’t even care that I have no idea what he said. “Frenchie…”
His warm breath tickles my stomach as he moves lower and traces his tongue along my side, over my belly. He bites down my hip lightly and I can’t help but arch my back a little. My hands reach out, find the back of his head, and I run my fingers over his soft hair made messy by sleep and last night’s sex. He slips lower, under the duvet. My body tightens in anticipation.
“Before you can tell me why last night was a mistake, I’m going to remind you why you keep making it.” His words make their way out from the blankets to my ears. He kisses the inside of my thigh. And then his head tilts in my hands and his tongue ever so softly slides across my most delicate parts, making sure to press more firmly as his tongue reaches my clit.
Oh my fucking God.
He does it again, and then I hear him chuckle. His hands slide gently over my thighs, moving inward. “You’re arching your back so much, baby, I think it might break.”
“Yoga instructor…” I pant as I feel his velvety tongue slip inside me. “Bendy.”
He pushes farther inside me, wiggling his tongue and pressing his fingertips into my thighs, opening me farther. I am so close to coming—so very close—and I fight against it. I don’t want it to end. I want him there forever. And ever. Oh God, it feels so good…
He moves his tongue upward, straight to my aching button, and circles it so slowly I want to squeal—and then I do as he pushes two fingers into me as far as they can go. I turn my head and moan into the pillow, the orgasm making my body quake.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he says into my pussy as his fingers keep moving me through the euphoric haze. “I’ve wanted to do this to you since the first time I saw you.”
My body stills, but I’m still fighting for breath as he moves up, kissing another trail toward my face. He gently drops down on top of me, his hard, pulsing cock pressing into my belly. I feel a ripple of excitement that making me come with his tongue has turned him on so much. My face is turned, my cheek on the pillow. Sebastian leans forward and brushes my hair from my face and kisses my temple. I lift my arms and run my fingertips down his broad, muscled back.
“How you feeling?” he asks.
“Like I died and this is heaven.” My orgasm has clearly obliterated my defenses.
“Are you sore from last night?”
Last night was crazy. We were both acting like animals in heat. We had basically thrown ourselves in a cab, hands and lips all over each other until we made it back to his place. Turns out he lives in Laurelhurst, which is one of the richest areas of Seattle. My brain somehow registered that as we fondled each other up the driveway.
I had my hands in his pants before he had his key in the door and was giving him a full-on blow job as soon as the door closed. I know the floors downstairs are marble because I was on my knees on them, but other than that, I don’t remember much about his place. It was dark and all I cared about was quelling the insatiable urge I had for his touch, his skin, his tongue, his cock.
We’d fucked on the living room floor, with me on all fours and him taking me from behind. Before we’d even made it to the bedroom he had pushed me down on the stairs and fucked me there. Then we’d fucked in bed, good old missionary style, but he was pounding me so hard I had to put my hands on the cherrywood headboard to keep from getting a concussion.
I’d finally fallen asleep at three a.m., exhausted and, just as Sebastian suspected now, sore—but satisfied and able to ignore the shame I knew I was going to feel once I realized I’d broken my own rule—again. I fully intended to sneak out this morning before he woke up. Cab it home and take a cold shower and wash off the remnants of whatever spell he always casts on me. Then call him and explain to him, really explain, why we can never be a serious, actual thing. But he had to wake me up with his tongue between my legs and now…thanks to another mind-shattering orgasm, I can’t even convince myself not to sleep with him one more…onelasttime.
