Page 78 of The Match


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When I catch her eyes, they tell me all I need to know, together with the way her body is responding to my touch.

I add a second finger, whilst I start circling her clit with my thumb.

“Hell. You even told me you were a filthy girl, Lily. I didn’t realise just how much,” I say, kissing her.

“Sebastian.” My name is a plea on her lips, making my cock hard from her sounds and reactions.

She rests her head against my shoulder, and when I feel a bite to my throat, I feel fucking feral for her. She’s trying to contain her sounds against me.

Christ.

How explosive will we be in bed and with privacy?

“Let go, Lily,” I tell her, feeling her walls tighten around my fingers as she comes.

She lets out a small moan, which has my body tensed up.

I just gave her an orgasm in a bar—the first one of many.

We’re both doomed.

“Fuck. I knew you could be wild, Sebastian. Happy to have brought out that side of you around me for once,” she says, happiness radiating off her.

I withdraw my fingers, licking them clean of her arousal.

Lily watches me, her lustful gaze intense.

“Yeah, I feel fucking wild around you,” I tell her.

It’s like she’s unleashed a beast.

She’s consuming me, but I’m welcoming it.

“Can we go home?” she asks. I’d want nothing more than finishing what we just started back at my place, but Joseph is staying with me, complicating things.

We could go to her apartment.

“Joseph is staying at my place. We can go to yours, but then you’ll have to be ready for a lot of teasing from him tomorrow,” I tell her.

He would definitely know why I’d rather spend the night with Lily.

“Or you could just sneak out, like my dirty little secret.”

She smirks at me.

Hell.

The suggestion is tempting, but I want to savour her. Not feel rushed to get back to my place, to avoid suspicion.

I want our first time together to be perfect.

“I plan on taking my time with you, Lily. Therefore, we’ll wait till he leaves. That’s one of the things we do best— wait,” I tell her, leaning in to kiss her.

She sighs against my lips, frustrated but agreeable.

“I’ll book Joseph on the next flight out of London,” she says, making us laugh.

I know the wait will make it that much sweeter.