Page 125 of The Shot You Missed


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“You’re thinking too loud,” Sebastian murmurs, nuzzling my cheek while we’re tangled together in bed. Diffused morning light makes his golden skin glow in the most stunning way. And when he squints, his eyes barely opening as he fights against sleep, the amber flecks in his irises shimmer.

He’s so beautiful. I never want to leave this bed. Not even to pee, which I’m going to need to do sooner rather than later.

“Sorry.” I brush the pads of my fingers across his cheek. The scrape of his stubble against my skin sends shivers skittering up and down my spine.

“You okay?” His fingers tickle the underside of my breast, and it has heat pooling between my thighs. “It’s been a lot.”

“I’m good. Promise.”

“You say that, but you still sound distracted.”

When he presses a slow, lingering kiss to my jaw, my mind goes momentarily blank. “Huh?”

Sebastian chuckles. His fingers slide higher up my breast until they’re playing with my nipple. “So that’s what it takes to get you out of your head?”

“I… What?”

This time, his laughter is full and throaty, and it sends vibrations throughout my body and straight to my clit. “Exactly. Now, roll onto your side.”

Before I even have a chance to wrap my mind around what he’s asking, strong hands are rolling me onto my side and a veryhard dick presses into my ass. The contradictions of the moment are delicious.

The mattress is soft and cloud-like. It molds to my curves perfectly. Sebastian is hard behind me. Firm, warm, and, while he still molds around my curves, there’s very little give. He’s all strength and power.

Power I can’t wait for him to unleash on me.

Before I can ask him what he’s doing, I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then he lifts my thigh and drapes it over his leg, opening me.

“God, you’re beautiful, Indie. So fucking beautiful.” He has one arm pillowing my head, and he tangles those fingers in my messy hair. The other arm snakes over my waist and his fingers skim over my exposed sex. He chuckles when I gasp and jolt in his arms. “And so responsive.”

The thing is, I’ve never been this responsive before. Not with anyone else. Sometimes it took an embarrassing amount of foreplay to get me ready for sex. But not with Sebastian. All it takes is one touch, one kiss, and I’m wet and ready. “Only for you.”

“Mm-hmm. That’s right, sweetheart. Only for me.” His calloused fingers circle my clit before stroking through my slit. He hums as they grow slick with my arousal, then he pushes them slowly inside of me.

“Oh.”

He hardens even more behind me and, with his fingers buried deep in my pussy, I push my ass back against him and wiggle. “Fuck, you test my restraint.”

“So let go,” I beg him. I love the control he has over himself and the way he uses it to rock my world. But right now, I don’t want control and restraint. I want him to claim me. I want to feel him every time I sit down.

“You want me to let go, huh?” The stubble on his jaw scrapes across my cheek.

“Yes.”

A rumble goes through Sebastian’s chest as he adds another finger, crooking them inside of me and dragging them along my inner walls. And when I moan, he hums his approval. “Okay, baby. If that’s what you want.”

“It is,” I say before his fingers leave me, and then he’s pushing me onto my stomach and gripping my hips tightly to pull my ass in the air. When he nips the top of my ass cheek with his teeth before soothing the spot with kisses, I squeal.

“Been wanting to do that for so long,” he says. I’m not sure if it was meant for me or if he was talking to himself. “This ass is insane.”

My mind stutters with momentary embarrassment when he digs his fingers into my cheeks and spreads me. But that self-consciousness is quickly replaced with arousal when he uses one hand to lightly slap my pussy.

He chuckles lowly, soothing my skin before doing it again. “You like that, don’t you?”

I mumble something incoherent.

“I can tell, baby. You’re gushing.”

I turn my head, muffling my cries in the mattress when he spears my center with two fingers, pumps them a few times, then withdraws. When I glance back over my shoulder, he’s coating his condom-covered dick with my arousal, and I shudder with desire.