I take a deep breath and close my eyes. “Text him.”
“Kiss me.” His hand slides back between my thighs but this time lies still. I open my eyes and he’s taken off his glasses. Even in the darkness, his eyes are light and mischievous and so damn sexy under those dark, thick eyebrows. He squeezes my thigh. “Just. One. Kiss.”
“Enjoy it because it’s the only time you’re going to touch me tonight.” Then I reach up, grab the back of his head and kiss him for all he’s worth.
Chapter 34
Sebastian
Shay is not fucking around. The kiss is aggressive. Her lips are strong and they part mine instantly, her tongue sweeping into my mouth like she owns it. She twists her fingers in my hair, tugging, and her body leans into it, her legs parting slightly and giving me better access. She most likely didn’t mean to do it, but I’m taking advantage anyway. I press my fingers into her jeans and then slowly slide them upward.
Without a second’s hesitation I unbutton them. If she notices, she doesn’t react; she’s too busy with the kiss, which is so hot I swear it’s causing every ounce of blood I have to rush to my dick. She pulls my lower lip between her teeth but her gentle tug turns into a warning bite as I slide her zipper down.
“Frenchie.”
“Sebastian,” I correct her. “Remember I like the way it sounds when you say it. Now I want to hear you pant it.”
“And I want to be on solid ground again,” she replies, but there’s much less conviction in her voice since the kiss. So I move my fingers into the space created by her open zipper. Lace greets my touch and I smile as I press my lips to her jaw and kiss my way up to her earlobe.
“Look at that view,ma belle,” I whisper and skirt the edge of her underwear. “Just look for a second. Take it in. This city…that brought you and me together.”
Her lips part and I know she’s going to tell me no, or tell me to text Mike again, so I kiss her and slip my fingers under her lacy underwear. She surprises me because she doesn’t scoot away from my hand or grab it and move it away. She pushes into me, parting her legs and lifting her ass a little to give me even more access. My fingers slide over that neat little triangle of hair and down lower where I find her wet and wanting.
I force myself not to smile into the kiss but damn, I’m fucking happy. I love her response to me because I have the exact same response to her, as the hard bulge pressing against my jeans proves. She reaches for my hair again as I slide two fingers into her.
She moans into my mouth and bites my bottom lip. I burrow my face against her neck, my lips tracing every inch of skin I can. “You’re so beautiful, Shay,” I whisper against her skin. “You may be scared but you’re turned on too. You like being pushed out of your comfort zone. You enjoy the way I challenge you.”
I start to pump my fingers in and out of her; she bucks up to meet me as her mouth turns away from mine and her head starts to tip back, her mouth falling open and a sexy little pant slipping out. Her hips push into my hand, and I tease her clit with my thumb. “Frenchie…oh my God.”
“Say my name, baby,” I demand, rubbing her clit and pushing my fingers deeper. “I love the feel of you hot, wet around my fingers. I want you to look at the view and I want you to come on my hand. And I want you to say my name when you do it.”
She’s close. Her hips are moving hard against me. Her skin is pink, and her eyes half closed and fluttering, a taut moan escaping her parted lips. I’m so absorbed in watching her chase her release that I don’t even realize she put her hand on top of the bulge in my jeans.
“Saymyname,” she challenges in return and begins to rub her palm over my length. Holy fuck, this girl just never lets me win—and it’s so fucking perfect.
I push deeper, palming her and rubbing every part of her. “Oh…yes…”
She’s managed to get my zipper down and she doesn’t even flinch when she touches my hot, hard flesh instead of underwear, which I don’t wear all the time and am not wearing tonight. Her fingers play over my tip, playing with my precum, and I’m already so turned on it sends spikes of heat barreling up my spine. I am so close to coming it’s insane. I haven’t gotten off with a woman on anything less that a wet mouth or a wet pussy since I was a teenager. The woman is going to make me come with just the tips of her fingers.
“Oh…Oh…”
“Say my name.” I gently bite down on her earlobe and curl my fingers, deeper, and find her sweet spot.
Her eyes open, she’s looking out at the world below us and she gasps. “Sebastian…”
Her fingers wrap around my length as best they can in the confined space and as I watch her come, I push up into her hand. She tightens her grip and I punch up my hips again and come. I fucking come from watching her come and a few feeble pumps into her hand. And when I do her name tumbles from my lips. “Shayne…”
The words I bite back areI thinkI’m falling in love with you.
Chapter 35
Shayne
The next morning I wake up early. The sun is barely cresting. Sebastian is dead asleep, snoring lightly, his head turned away from me and pressed into the pillow. He has one arm under his pillow and the other one stretched out kind of hanging off the bed. He’s kicked the duvet off and he’s only got the sheet twisted around his naked body. I have the ridiculous urge to dig my phone out of my purse and take a picture of him because I want to remember this—his beautiful, naked, sleeping body—forever. Or at least it would give me something to look at while he is in the playoffs.
I don’t expect to see him much until they’re over. When my father made the playoffs, which was almost every year of his professional career, the coach often sequestered them in hotel rooms, even for the home games. It was a tactic he used to keep the players focused. My mother hated it. My brother and I hated it at first too, until we were older, and not having Dad around actually felt like a relief. As soon as we were teens and I caught him cheating and he started really pressuring Trey about hockey, Glenn Beckford’s presence was no longer a blessing. I used to fantasize about my mom leaving him. What kid’s “dream” is a broken family?
I wonder about Sebastian’s family life. What was he like growing up? Is he close to both his parents? I met Stephanie, but does he have other siblings? I’m overwhelmed once again by how little I know about him. It’s overwhelming because it’s at such odds with how much I feel for him. And my feelings for him are beyond physical at this point, which makes this whole thing even crazier. How do I care for someone whom I barely know?
