“No. It’s hot.” He lowered himself on top of me and started doing his thing, kissing his way down my body and turning me to a throbbing mass of desire. “You fantasized… about fucking me here?” His tongue found my clit and swept over it. I fell back on the bed and melted as he dovein…
“Elle,” he said, pausing just long enough from eating me out to meet my eyes, “if you’d given me the green light, back then, I would’ve fucked you in a hotminute.”
Okay. That was turning meon….
“Really?”
“Yes,” he mumbled, kissing his way back up my body, maybe mindful that I’d told him to hurry. “It would’ve lasted a hot minute, too. Lucky for you, you waited for me…” He kissed my breasts quickly, sucking each nipple into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue, making me gasp and pretty much fuckingpurr.
“Yeah,” I gushed, “…lucky for me, you learned a few moves over theyears.”
“You saying I’m good in bed?” He licked his lip, gazing down at me. As he braced himself above me, he smoothed his cock over my pussy, making meshiver.
“You’re okay,” Ilied.
He thrust into me and I cried out, an ecstatic, ragged, feral sound. He clamped his hand over my mouth. “Shh,” he whispered. “Wouldn’t want your parents to hear how lousy I am inbed.”
Then he got serious, spreading my thighs and pounding into me. And his face changed. Got all focused and lusty and sexy as fuck… those smoky eyes… those soft, bitablelips…
I hadn’t always loved getting pounded. Depended on the guy. Depended on the sex. Depended on my mood. But Seth… Seth was different. I wanted him to pound me. I wanted to feel his desire for me,unrestrained.
But it was hard to get him to unleash like that, no matter how hot and bothered he was. He was worried about hurting me; I couldtell.
Even now, as he drove me into the bed, as we enacted this fantasy of his, he didn’t get that single-minded about it. He kept throwing in a fucking delicious hip roll at the end, rubbing every part of him that I needed against every part of me that needed it, making me clench and shiver and groan, all the while driving me closer to exactly where he wantedme…
Inecstasy.
“Do you wanna come…?” he asked me when I was almost there, eyes locked on mine. Maybe he was remembering what I’d said to him yesterday, about him taking control of myorgasms…
“Make me,” Ibreathed.
So he did. He took my hands and lifted them high above my head, pinning me to the bed. And his hips… He swiveled them up into me, hard, and I was helpless to stop it. He hit every sensitive place inside me… hard, slow, and over and over…. Until I was crying out, biting his neck to smother my own voice. I came, my body roiling, bucking against him as he held medown.
He kissed me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth to muffle mycries.
Then he was coming with me. I felt him stiffen, his muscles straining as he buried himself in me, and I savored it. The waves of his ecstasy; when I closed my eyes, I could practically feel them, crashing through him, as he shuddered againstme.
Afterwards, I drew away, shakily, pretending like I needed the space to fix my clothes. To get up and fix my hair and makeup in the vanity mirror so no one would know what we’d just done in here. We were dinner guests, after all. It would be rude to carry on any longer than we alreadyhad.
Seth followed me in silence out into the hall. He didn’t try to touch me again. Maybe he knew I wouldn’t want him to, in front of anyone. That I couldn’t yet allow anyone to know aboutus.
That even though there was a powerful, undeniable connection forming between us, there was still resistance in me. A clock, ticking endlessly in the back of mymind.
When we said goodbye to my family, Angie accused me quietly, “Are you in loveagain?”
I answered by pulling her to me and hugging hertight.
She gave me a look of mild disapproval—for what, I wasn’t sure. Disapproval that I was falling for someone again? Disapproval that I was trying to kid myself—and her—about the fact? But I didn’t let her get another word in. I caught Seth’s hand and drew him away, over to our car, where Flynn was waiting forus.
As we drove away, I still didn’t say a word to Seth. I knew I was playing it cool; too cool. I was treating this like it was a temporary thing. Like once the album, or whatever the fuck we were really doing in my studio, was done, we’d go our separate ways—I’d go into the recording studio with Dirty and our new guitarist, and then on the road with myband.
And this would beover.
“You’re family is…great.”
I looked at Seth’s face; his words had been deeply sincere. His eyes were gleaming with some emotion I couldn’tidentify.
I looked away before he could read the emotions in mine. Any of them. Because when we were alone, I was afraid I was letting themshow.
