Chapter 37
Sebastian
With her hand in mine, we make our way toward the house. When I turn back to Emma, she’s laughing and holding her high-heeled sandals as she races through the soft grass, hair blowing in the summer wind. The moon and lights in the distance illuminate the joy clear on her face.
I’ve never seen her so carefree. I want to make her shine this brightly every day, every night.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” My words are raw. Reverent. Ripped from somewhere deep within me.
When we make it to the patio, I grab her. My kiss, like my words, is also worshipful. Our breath and tongues mingle. I could never get enough of this. I don’t simply want her; I want her to be part of me.
We kiss over and over in the shadows of the patio, our lips slow and sensual. My body is so fevered that holding back becomes the sweetest torture.
I grab her ass and lift her against a column. She gasps as her short skirt hikes up to allow her bare legs to bracket my hips, our bodies aligning so that she can’t mistake me against her center. I push, and she whimpers.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
“Someone might come,” I grit out, but I compulsively shift, making us both mad with longing. “You’re a witch. You knew what you were doing back at the table.”
She laughs, a pleased sound. “I hoped. Oh, do that again,” she cries as I dip a finger into her dress, playing with her nipple, and continue to grind my dick slowly.
Conversation and laughter float to us on the breeze, causing us to freeze.
We need to leave. Now, before we’re discovered. Before I unbutton my pants, pull aside her panties, and take her right here on the patio. It’s tempting. God, is it.
But we’re still so new. I want to be somewhere I can take my time, somewhere I can discover every secret, every dip and curve of her body as she comes around me.
But I can’t bear to let her go, so I shift her until I’m carrying her like a bride, and I stride across the patio and into the house.
“Sebastian, put me down.”
“No.”
Feeling her giggle against my chest causes my heart to compress.
“That’s just like you. No is a complete sentence.” She mimics.
“Damn right it is. I’m not letting you go all fucking night.”
Longer. I want her longer than a night.
I climb the stairs with her in my arms, thinking this is exactly where she belongs. I remember Chase saying that being with Olivia was like coming home, and now I finally understand exactly what he meant.
As we near our guest bedroom, she works the buttons of my linen button-down shirt and kisses the skin she reveals right at my heart.
It’s all yours, I want to say. She wants my body. Is she interested in my heart?
I kiss the top of her head as I carry her over the threshold of the room, reveling in the cool silk of her hair, inhaling her gardenia scent.
She’s the most brilliant, infuriating, giving, sharp, loyal woman I’ve ever met.
She makes me lose my mind even as she gives me back my soul.
No matter what else happens after this weekend, this is where we’ve been heading, to right here with her in my arms, for the last seven years.
I could do this forever and never get enough. I need to be in her, around her, feel every part of her against every part of me.
Even after last night, it still feels surreal to have Emma like this. But she’s always been my Emma. And she always will be.
I take my time, peeling off her clothes and caressing every inch of her body. The body I’ve been dreaming of for months—hell, for years—until she’s writhing.
I lick, long and slow, on the tip of her nipple. She gasps and almost comes off the bed in reaction. “You’re so responsive, baby. I love that,” I praise. I finally give her relief by taking the sweet bud and sucking.
Her moans take me higher, make me harder, than I’ve ever been before.
I try to go slow, making my way down her belly to the place I’m dying for.
I inch her panties down as I kiss each patch of skin I uncover until she’s gasping.
Her scent there drives me crazier than her moans.
I pull back and look up at her face, awash in pleasure—eyes glowing, cheeks pink, mouth parted.
She narrows her eyes and wriggles on the bed, her legs around me. That sensual movement makes me groan. “If you stop now, I will murder you, Sebastian.”
I love her bossy side. “I’m not going to stop until you’re calling me God and coming all over my face,” I retort. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t make you beg first.”
With that, I kiss her exactly where I know she wants me and exactly where I want to be, at the center of that sweet pussy.
I lick and nibble, up and down. And she cries and swears as I do it.
We’re competitive, so it becomes a game. Her trying to hold out. And me using every skill I’ve ever learned to take her as high as she can possibly go. Then stopping or slowing before resuming the torture, holding her on a knife’s edge.
She swears as I finally make direct contact with her clit, circling around it with my tongue, all the while using my finger to drive her mad with slow, shallow strokes. Back and forth. In and out.
I’m a starving man. And I need to eat her like this is my last meal on earth.
With every lick, I drive us both crazy. I can’t hold back from her much longer.
I take her clit in my mouth and suck.
“Sebastian,” she sobs, finally breaking for me. “Please. Please. Please.”
“Thank God, baby,” I may have meant to tease her so that she begged, but I’m the one praying because I can’t wait any longer.
“Give me all of you. Come for me, Emma.” My voice is guttural.
She lies there spread out before me, completely wanton.
“I’m so fucking in love with your pussy,” I say. “Roll over like a good girl. I want to appreciate the view. And I need to be in you. Now.”
Heat flares in her eyes as she pretends to consider my order. “I thought we established you aren’t the boss of me. Anymore.”
“And we established that I am. When we’re in bed.”
She cocks her head. “What about in the shower? In the bath? Or on that lovely antique desk? Who’s boss in those domains?” she asks, breathless.
I stroke my hand down my aching cock, dying for it to be in her.
She licks her lips, torturing me further.
“We can negotiate that later. You’ve teased me all night. Roll over. And go on all fours.”
She complies. I grab a condom from the pocket of my discarded slacks, open it, and slip it on. She looks back at me in sensual promise, her eyes needy.
I run my hands down her sweet ass. She gasps and writhes. When I finally slide into her, it’s the best, most complete feeling in the world.
I move in rhythmic pumps. I can’t get enough of her cries. Of her soft, straining body. Of her tight, wet heat. One hand teases, moving over her clit.
But it’s not enough. “I need to see you,” I beg. “I need to see you when you come.”
I turn her so we’re sitting up, facing each other.
Our gazes collide as she sinks down. She watches me, eyes intent, with desperate hunger on her face.
I gasp at the feeling of being completely surrounded by her, at us becoming one.
I in control before, but now she takes the lead. She moves up and down in slow, sensual rhythm, in an erotic dance.
Sweat beads on my brow. All the while we never break eye contact.
“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me,” I say on a ragged breath.
She continues her slow strokes, connecting impossibly deep and then rising back up, torturing us both.
When I can’t take any more, I slip a hand between us. She gasps and her rhythm stutters, goes erratic.
We’re both so damn close. I lay her down to the bed, leaning over her. “It’s always been you.” The words drag out of me, sounding like the vow they are.
Her eyes go soft. “I dreamed of you,” she whispers back.
And then I’m no longer in control. But neither is she. We’re both lost to this insatiable hunger. This madness.
She falls first, over the cliff. Then it’s my turn.
Overtaken by the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt, I close my eyes.
Home. I’m finally home.
“Damn, we’re good,” I mutter much, much later.
Emma’s hair is drying around her in soft waves from our shower, where we took washing each other clean to a whole new level. A sweet smile plays on her face. She appears lit from within, and all I want is to see her like this forever.
“It wasn’t bad. Though we may need to try it a few more times before I can say for sure.”
“Happy to be of service,” I say roughly, thinking, I’d like a lifetime.
She’s quiet for long minutes, playing a hand back and forth over my chest absently.
“When do you fly to London to start your movie?” she asks hesitantly.
“Sunday night,” I admit. I don’t want this weekend to end. This trip has felt like a dream. And I don’t want to wake up.
I know Emma cares about me. But she’s spent the last few weeks insisting that she needs space and independence. She said from the beginning of the trip that this would be a brief interlude. That after, she’d go her way and I’d go mine.
Except, I don’t want space. And I don’t want slow.
I’ve always gone after what I want, full tilt. I don’t second-guess. I crash through every barrier until I achieve my desire, to hell with who or what gets in my way.
But Emma isn’t a movie role. Or drugs. Or the latest daredevil experience.
And for once, what I want isn’t what’s important.
It’s what Emma needs that matters most.
She’s infinitely precious and infinitely cautious. And unlike any other time before, I’m terrified of fucking something up. She’s already shown that she can cut me out of her life if I fail to listen and respect her boundaries.
So, as much as I want to rush this, I have to follow her cues on how I proceed. Even if it means I have to let my cautious girl catch up.
And what if she decides I’m not what she wants? I don’t have the best track record of people close to me staying in my life. I close my eyes at the thought.
“I have to meet with the director first thing on Monday,” I add.
She nods. “I have to be back in LA for a meeting on Monday also.”
“What meeting?” I ask.
“I landed another client,” Emma answers, sounding proud.
“She sent back the signed contact and paid her deposit. So I guess I officially have two clients now. She’s a divorced mom who has a new house she needs to set up.
She’s in a women’s support group, so if I do well, she said she’d recommend me to all her divorced friends.
I could have a very lucrative niche, considering the state of marriages in LA,” she adds wryly.
“That’s great. You deserve it, Em. And I’m not at all surprised. You were an incredible assistant. And you’re going to be an even more incredible business owner.”
“I must have been a pretty good assistant. Because you offered me an insane amount to stay,” she teases.
I struggle to find the right words. “That wasn’t only because you were amazing at Excel and keeping my calendar organized.
I sucked at showing you, but you were never just an assistant.
I may not have been a great friend, but you are the person I trust the most in the world, which is why I couldn’t imagine losing you.
And I’m well aware of the cliché. That I paid someone to hang around me.
But in my defense, it was normal in my world.
Except for my grandparents, the only people who stayed in my life consistently were people I paid or who wanted fame or favors.
So when you quit, I thought if I offered enough, I could somehow get you to stay.
” I give a dark laugh. “It’s my luck that you were the one person who couldn’t be bought. ”
She sits up and stares at me, eyes wide. “You are more than enough, just because of who you are, not because of money or favors,” she says, her voice fierce, sincere.
I place my hands on either side of her face and kiss the top of her hair, closing my eyes. I memorize it all, the gardenia scent of her, the warmth, the softness.
“We don’t have much time. So we should probably make the most of it.” She kisses my neck.
She works down my body, worshiping me with brushes of her lips and tongue until she reaches the juncture of my thighs.
I suck in my breath when she takes me fully into her wet mouth without preamble. Her tongue draws circles on my dick as I moan, muttering an oath. And then she draws me in and out in slow, rhythmic drags.
Not able to take any more, I flip her. “I need to be inside you. Now. But first, there’s my rule.”
“Rule?” she asks, breathless, distracted as my mouth captures her breast.
“I thought you had a better memory,” I chide. “Emma comes first, remember?”
She groans when I tease a hand down her body and lightly bite her nipple.
“Rules are so lovely,” she says on a shaky exhale.