Chapter 25 #2
He groaned, then his mouth captured mine again, possessive and reckless. He kissed me like he was worried all of this could
disappear without warning, like I might get washed away with the deluge of rain that poured against the cottage windows. He
pressed me up against the archway separating the living room from the kitchen, hands exploring everywhere. The curve of my
waist. My hips. My breasts.
When he slipped his hand to stroke between my legs, I gasped so loud, I startled him. But it felt too good to waste time being
embarrassed. So I reached between us and wrapped my hand around him, hot and hard and velvety, and he groaned with pleasure.
At least for a moment.
“Stop, stop,” he begged. “This is going to be over before it even starts.”
I released him reluctantly, a little drunk with power, but that was quickly eclipsed by the same desperation that I’d felt
in his kiss. “Please. I’m dying.”
He slung an arm around my back and lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing.
My legs automatically curled around his hips, and for a moment, I didn’t know if this was how it was going to happen, up against the wall.
Some feral part of me wanted that. But he grunted and carried me several steps away, into my bedroom, nearly running us into the chest of drawers when he struggled to turn on my bedroom lamp while I kissed his ear.
“Jesus,” he repeated several times.
He set me on the bed. I lay back as he kissed his way up my legs, pausing at my knees to look me dead in the eyes. Did he
want my permission? He slipped a hand between my knees, and my legs fell apart to accommodate him. Then his tongue roved between
my thighs, and my body arched against his mouth, desperately trying to get closer as every flick sent jolts of pleasure through
me.
It was both overwhelming and not enough, and I wound my fingers in his hair and tugged him upward. “Need you. Now. Please.”
He crawled above me, every muscle flexing, and briefly sucked one of my nipples into his mouth as he headed northward, making
me gasp. My legs wound around his hips, inviting. And when his lips found mine, tasting me, he pushed my hands over my head
and held me in place as his weight came down on me.
One moment, I felt the pulsing heat of him urging against me, and the next, he pushed inside me.
We both sucked in sharp breaths and held them. He didn’t move again—not right away. And I was so thankful, because it was
overwhelming. He was too big, or I was too small, or maybe I just wasn’t good at this and needed an instruction manual. Everything
inside me seized, and I needed a moment, which he somehow intuitively understood. Both of us peered into the dark space between
us to see where we were joined, as if we could hardly believe it.
“Goddamn,” he said reverently, pulling back to look at my face with slitted eyes.
In response, my body finally relaxed and fully accommodated him. I urged him on with my hips, and slowly, deliberately, he
moved inside me, testing . . . and then a little faster. We settled into a rhythm, and he surprised me by continuing to talk,
whispering a string of sentiments. Instructions. Questions. Filthy things. So beautiful. Jesus Christ. Touch me here. Tell me you want this. Does it feel good? Tell me you like me fucking you.
Yes, yes, and dear God, yes.
Everything felt good. Every part of me. Every part of him. Pleasure rocketed through me as I listened to his running commentary, reveling
in the intimacy of every whispered word.
Delighted by it.
My head fell back against the bed while he continued pinning my arms down, his thrusts quickening. His commentary soon became
desperate and clipped. I knew he was on the verge. He knew it, too, and released one of my arms so that he could slip his
hand between us and stroke me while he plunged into me with increasing gusto.
A new-to-me experience.
My body went haywire.
“Oh God,” I whispered, and that was all the warning I could give him.
“Not yet,” he said desperately, thrusting faster.
But it was like stopping a moving train. I just couldn’t do it.
Didn’t want to.
My body began shaking as I strained against him.
The orgasm crept over me like a mile-high wave of rising pleasure, threatening to obliterate me, him, and possibly the entire solar system.
Right as it was hitting, I opened my eyes to Seb.
Every muscle tensed and heaved; his body was a machine, and I was astounded by all of it. By him. By us.
One moment, he was begging me to wait for him. The next, his head was rearing back, eyes squeezed closed, straining. And as
the building pleasure crested and exploded inside me, he joined in, his entire body rigid, and we cried out together.
He collapsed on top of me like he’d been shot, murmuring, “Jesus Christ” over and over. I didn’t mind his weight. It was heavy
and comforting, like a sexy weighted blanket. I could feel his heartbeat pounding in time with mine, fierce and insistent,
and then slowing down.
But Seb became overly concerned about squishing me, and after a few more ragged breaths, he rolled me over along with him
until he was on his back. My legs remained wrapped tightly around him to hold him inside me, a losing battle.
“Not yet,” I told him. I wanted to remain connected, that’s all.
But he said, “Give me five minutes.”
“Really?”
“Maybe four.”
I chuckled and finally shifted my hips away from him, letting him slip out. We both groaned, then I laid my head down on his
chest and exhaled. Our breathing was still labored, and my head lifted and fell along with his chest.
“Are you okay?”
“Okay does not even begin to describe it.” I looked up at him, unable to stop myself from smiling when I saw him grinning down at me with heavily
slitted eyes.
“Yeah?”
“One hundred percent yes.”
“Thank God,” he whispered.
“You?”
“Oh, me? Well . . .” He tucked one arm behind his head. “I can die happy now. There’s nothing more I want from this world.”
I chuckled and sighed, still tingling with pleasure. “I feel like we just accomplished the most important task in the history
of humanity and basically just saved the world.”
Seb laughed, and I felt it echo inside his chest. “Damn right we did. We deserve awards.”
“Sex heroes.”
“Best undressed.”
We both chuckled, then he gently pushed my hair away from my face and settled me more snuggly into the crook of his arm. “What
if after all this, we didn’t click in bed? I don’t think I could go on.”
I kissed his chest. “Honestly, I think this might be one of the best days of my life.”
Blue eyes blinked down at me, sparkling with delight. “You’re going to make me have a heart attack if you keep saying stuff
like that.”
“I can’t remember the last time I was this happy. And that’s the truth.” I hesitated, thinking of everything that had happened
before we got home. “In some ways, this has also been one of the worst days of my life. I mean, I never thought anyone would pull a gun on me and my friends.”
“Yeah, not a great feeling. We’re going to find the Golden Venus, Paige. I don’t know how, but we will. It’s our calling.”
“Is it?”
He rolled us until we were both on our sides, and scooted around until we were face-to-face.
“Of course it is. Our families have always been connected. If anyone is going to find Wyrd Jack’s treasure, it’s us.
Right? We’re not going to just stand by while the fucking Vanderburgs find it—you already know what will happen. ”
“They’ll rule the fucking town.”
Seb nodded. “Yep. They’ll get all the credit, all the news reports, and people will start treating them different, thinking
they’re the new town heroes—and the worst part is that they don’t even care about the Venus, or Wyrd Jack. That statue might
as well be a fat stack of cash, for all they care. Now tell me, are you and I going to let that happen, after all we’ve been
through? Just roll over and give the Vanderburgs our treasure? Our sacred duty?”
“Sacred” might be going overboard, but I agreed with the sentiment fully, getting a little fired up about it, too.
“You better shut your mouth, Seb Jansen, talking that trash.”
One brow arched slowly, and he pulled me closer. “Why don’t you shut it for me?”
Gladly. I pressed a fierce kiss to his lips, feeling far less depressed about the treasure hunt than I had been, and delighted we
were both on the same page.
About everything.