And again.
And again.
Each time we pulled back, we hovered—breath brushing breath—before falling in once more. Gentle, impossibly soft passes ofhismouth over mine.Hisbreath warming my lips. The faint scratch ofhisbeard.
Because it washim.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
I was kissing Sebastian Langley.
My brain finally lurched back online, sluggish and scrambling, fighting against the sensory overload to catch up to what my body already knew. This was real.Happening.
And then something snapped.
He must’ve registered that same reality at the same exact moment, because suddenly my back hit the wall, and he closed the space everywhere, his mouth stealing helpless pants from mine with every slow press, as if he couldn’t get enough air, enough contact, enough ofme.
His tongue brushed the seam of my lips—tentative—and I all but surrendered, parting for him, letting him in, finally tasting him again.
Fucking whiskey.
Sweet and smoky, colliding with my own breath on my tongue. And the sound he made—low, wrecked—vibrated straight through my soul.
My body arched into his, hands sliding up to cup his face just tofeelthe solid rasp of his beard under my palms. I opened up for him once more, letting the kiss deepen, and his hands roamed—hot on my arms, my waist—pulling, urging. One of my legs lifted instinctively, rubbing against the side of his thigh, and I rose onto my toes, chasing the contact.
When I opened my eyes, his were already on me—searching, unguarded, stripped of every layer he wore in the daylight. My gaze went to his lips, parted and glistening, the same lips that had been on mine a second ago. Our eyes locked again, and something like lightning shot down my spine, flooding every inch of me with violent, dizzying want.
Sebastian let out a breath that sounded almost like surrender, his gaze dragging over my face like he was mapping every detail again. Then his hands moved—up my neck, over my jaw, into my hair—fingers tangling, gentle at first and then tightening with a little more grip. His eyes followed the movement hungrily before lifting back to mine.
The look we shared was everything—one beat of recognition, ofshit, we’re really doing this—before we dove back in. No slow, no subtle. Just the raw hunger of two men absolutely starved for each other.
I groaned into his mouth as his fist tightened in my hair, dragging me into the angle he wanted while he devoured me. I bit down on his lower lip, and he answered with a sharp nip ofhis own, like he’d been waiting for an excuse to lose every ounce of control.
Then he stepped in—really stepped in—pressing me into the wall, chest-to-chest, thigh sliding between mine, and every coherent thought I had evaporated. I’d been hard from the second his mouth touched mine, but when his leg pushed up between my thighs and my hips jerked forward without permission, there was no pretending. We both felt it. Both reacted.
Suddenly nothing in the world mattered except getting closer—impossible as it was.
I grabbed at him—his jaw, his shoulders, his shirt—anything to drag him closer. He was solid under my palms, heat rolling off him like a furnace, the back of his shirt damp with sweat. Every brush of his stubble scraped fire across my mouth. Every drag of his hands lit my nerves up like they’d been waiting their whole lives for this exact touch.
He crowded lower, into every inch of my space, and I rose onto my toes again to meet him, desperate to align our bodies properly. It was messy and frantic—my knee bumping his hip, his hand skidding down my side before gripping tight, hauling me flush against him like distance was no longer survivable—but fucking perfect. His thigh pressed up again, and I gasped into his mouth, my hands fisting in his shirt like I could fuse us together by force alone.
The wall was cold at my back, but I barely felt it. Everything was heat and noise andhim.
His mouth.
His hands.
His breath mixing with mine.
The way he groaned when I dragged my fingers through his hair, pulling him back down for more. He felt incredible. Feltright.
I could just melt right here and now. Melt straight into him.
