27. Sebastian
TWENTY-SEVEN
SEBASTIAN
She was a goddess sent down to destroy me. She was perfection, flushed and heavy-lidded, with her red hair stark against my white pillow. Something deeper than lust pulsed through me as I ran my hand from her knee down her thigh, spreading her legs so I could look at her.
I needed to kiss her again, so that’s what I did. Leaning on my elbows, I tangled my fingers with hers and kissed her how I wanted, hard and deep and thorough. Her knees pressed against my sides as she curled her legs around my waist, and I groaned at the wet, hot feel of her against my cock.
No one had ever made me feel the way Charlie did. No one had looked at me and cracked me open so easily. I thought we’d been in this fun, flirty push-and-pull. I thought I liked the way she sniped at me, the way she tried to cut me down to size. But what I hadn’t realized until I could feel her wet and wanting beneath me was that Charlie saw me. Not the me I presented to the world, but the real me. The one I kept hidden from everyone. The one I kept hidden from myself.
She’d asked me for the truth earlier, and I’d told her. Well, I’d told her as much as I could. I’d bared my heart to her and admitted why I hated that town as much as I did, and she’d looked at me like she cherished the fact that I trusted her with the information.
It made me want to give her everything. It made me want to rearrange my life so I could make room for her. And in those panting, pleasure-drenched moments, I vowed that I would. I believed I could.
I kissed her as she bucked her hips against me, moaning as my cock nudged her clit. Rocking into the movement, I pulled back slightly so I could see the look in her eyes, to see if she was as far gone as I was.
The smile she gave me was wicked. My heart cracked wide open for her.
My hands swept up the silk of her skin to clasp her breast. God, her tits were perfect. I took one in my mouth, teasing her nipple with my lips and tongue and teeth until Charlie’s hand fisted in my hair and her body writhed beneath me.
“Sebastian,” she gasped, and it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
I moved to the other breast as her hand reached down between us to grip my shaft. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head, lust splintering any chance at rational thought. Trembling, with breaths sawing in and out of my lungs, I pawed at the blankets until I retrieved the condom. I had to blink the haze away from my vision to tear the packet open and get it on, focusing very hard on ignoring the beautiful, perfect, opinionated, stubborn, horny woman urging me to move faster.
When I was finally positioned at the opening of her body, I let my gaze rip up to hers. Her lips were swollen and her cheeks were flushed, and I knew that feeling hiding in the pit of my heart was love. I knew I’d never met anyone like her and never would. I knew there was no one in the world that could make me feel the way she did. No one in the world who tore the curtain from my eyes and made me reassess my life the way she did.
“Are you trying to torture me?” she asked, chest heaving with every breath. Her nipples were hard pink tips, glistening from my kisses. I let my hand slide up the softness of her stomach to tease them again, relishing the way her lashes fluttered against the redness on her cheeks when I did.
“I’m trying to enjoy the moment,” I told her.
“Can you enjoy it while you’re inside me?”
I huffed a breathless shadow of a laugh, because of course she’d be demanding and opinionated. Of course she’d be right.
I drove myself inside her with one long, steady, perfect thrust. Charlie’s back arched as I watched, every nerve ending in my body sizzling from the hot clasp of her body around mine. Fully seated, I paused to catch my breath.
“Oh,” she whispered, her fingers fluttering like little butterflies as they stroked my shoulders, my chest.
I grunted and let my palms slide to her thighs so I could spread her wider. “You feel so hot and wet and tight, sweetheart,” I said, driving my hips against hers. “Feels like you were made to take me.”
Her panting nearly sent me over the edge. And when she let her hand slide down between us to pleasure herself while I held her knees wide and pistoned into her, the entire world ceased to exist beyond the borders of the bedroom.
She came with a cry, fluttering around me while her back arched, and it was the most beautiful sight in the world to me. I slowed as she pulled her hand away from where we were joined, using her wrist to push a strand of sweat-soaked hair from her forehead. She blinked at me, a shy smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
I knew it had to be love then too, because no smile from any woman had ever made thunder crack through my breastbone the way that one did. And if she looked at me any longer, I’d blurt it out and ruin it for both of us.
“Hands and knees,” I rasped, then helped her to her stomach. Her legs trembled as she got to her knees, her elbows digging into the pillows by her head. I found that swollen bundle of nerves between her legs with my fingers and watched her head drop between her shoulder blades. The room smelled of hot sweat and sex. Her skin was damp when I ran my free hand up her flank to curl my hand around her hip, thumb pressing into that perfect dimple at the base of her spine.
When her hips began to rock back toward me, I finally slid inside her, closing my eyes at the stretch of her body around me. It was hard, in that moment, to deny that we were made for each other. To think about anything other than the fact that she was perfect. That she was mine.
Wrapping my arm around her stomach, I brought her up so her back was to my chest, and I worked her clit while my other hand held her breast, drinking down her desperate cries until I felt her grip my plunging cock like a vise. Everywhere I touched there was soft skin and lush curves. I smelled nothing but lavender and Charlie.
And I let go. My teeth scraped at her shoulder as I came, holding her close until I was wrung out and ready to collapse.
Charlie let out a harsh breath, her hands sliding over mine as she threaded her fingers between my own. “Um,” she said. “Wow.”
When she angled her head to look back at me, I brushed my lips with hers. That kiss settled into my soul like a vow. Something had changed between us, and in the fading light of our perfect day, I let myself relish the fact that I’d made her mine.
Whether or not that would last when we rolled back into New Elwood, I couldn’t say.