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This is exactly what I thought would happen after seeing there was only one stupid bed in this room.
Instead, all reason slips away as I angle my head up to meet Bash full on.
Earlier, I took both of us by surprise when I kissed him, but if this is happening again, I’d like to enjoy it. You never know when it could be the last time.
Sebastian slowly starts to move his lips against mine, coaxing me into the moment. I rest my hand on his chest to push him away, but desire wins out. I part my lips, pulling him closer to me by the fabric of his shirt. Immediately, the intensity of the kiss heightens.
Oh my god.
I forgot how good it was to let myself enjoy kissing him.
We’re magnets who have been resisting the pull for far too long. His hard body is pressed against me, trapping me between him and the wall. I can feel every inch of how badly he wants me, and it’s driving me crazy.
I loosen my grip on his shirt, sliding my hand underneath the soft fabric to feel the smooth planes of his core. A moan rumbles in the back of his throat as his lips press harder against mine. It’s music to my ears hearing how my touch still affects him, even after all these years. I can feel the need building in my body for Sebastian to touch me, too,and I squirm, trying to create fiction where our bodies fit together perfectly. I’m acutely aware that I left my swimsuit bottoms hanging in the bathroom, and the only thing separating our bodies are his swim trunks.
“Thalia,” he whispers my name like a prayer, and I’m so fucking done fighting this. His forehead is pressed against mine as I slowly open my eyes to meet his. I can feel how fast his heart is beating in his chest, mirroring the beat of my own. Bash slowly cups my cheek in his large hand, the calluses scraping against my skin as his gaze flickers to my lips.
Please don’t stop kissing me.
“What do you want, Lia?” he asks hoarsely, sweeping his thumb over my cheek.
If it weren’t for the wall I’m pressed against, I would have fallen to my knees at that question. What do I want? I want Sebastian fucking Walker.
I am being so stupid, but I don’t care. It’s a delirious feeling.
“You,” I answer simply. “I want you, Bash. I want all the parts that come with you—the good, the bad, the ugly—not just the parts of you that dazzle. I want you in whatever way you can give, but at this exact moment? Right now, I want you to fuck me so hard I’ll never be able to forget it.”
Sebastian inhales sharply, his eyes widening in surprise, clearly not expecting me to admit it so brazenly. “Are you sure?”
I laugh softly. “Yeah, I’m pretty damn sure. It’s exhausting pretending I don’t want you, but if you’re not ready yet, feel free to go shower so I can take care of myself or I won’t sleep a wink tonight.”
He takes a step back, his eyes trailing over me as he rubs a hand over his jaw. “Show me.”
“What?” I ask nervously, my body trembling with desire.
“Show me how you take care of yourself,” Sebastian repeats, taking a seat in the chair in the corner by the bed.
I follow slowly to the bed, pulling my shirt off as I climb on top of the comforter. My eyes find Sebastian’s dark eyes as he watches me. Leaning against the pillows, I slide my hand between my spread legs, finding myself dripping in anticipation. Only with Sebastian have I ever felt safe enough to try something where I’m in control, but still entirely out of control. I bite my lip as I soak my fingers, circling them gently around my clit. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I am so turned on by Sebastian watching, I might come before he touches me again.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, adjusting his pants as I use my other hand to palm my breast.
“What or who?” I clarify, sinking a finger into my core. It’d be so much better if it was Sebastian touching me, but I have all his attention right now.
“Thalia,” he scolds, and I smile wickedly at him as I add another finger.
“I’m thinking about how I wish you were touching me because your fingers reach spots I can’t. You would curl your fingers to reach that spot that makes my breath catch, and…” My voice falters as I apply more pressure to my clit. I didn’t notice my eyes drifted shut until Sebastian speaks again.
“Lia, eyes on me,” he commands, and my heart is beating fast in my chest. “What do I do next?”
“You fuck me with your tongue, telling me how pretty I am.”
Oh god.My fingers circle faster as my eyes stay glued to Sebastian as he watches.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, dragging a hand through his hair.
“Bash,” I moan his name, and in an instant his restraint has snapped. Sebastian reaches for my wrist as I chase my orgasm, pulling it away to lick my fingers clean.Holy fucking shit.He lies on the bed next to me, unmistakable longing and desire showing in his handsome features.
“I want you to sit on my face,” he instructs, lying on the bed next to me, and I’m so turned on that I don’t think about it longer than a second, positioning myself over him. Sebastian loses his patience before I can settle on his face, yanking me down by my hips. “You’re so fucking pretty, Thalia,” he says, watching me earnestly.