Chapter 28 #2
“We can’t change the past, Rosebud. But for what it’s worth, I forgive you.
I’m just glad you’re here now.” His calloused fingers send a pleasant shiver down my spine when he drags them across my cheek.
Those fathomless dark eyes track my throat when I swallow thickly, his fingers tracing the movement before they skim along my collarbone. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Bash…” His name almost sticks in my throat. I’m not even sure what I’m asking. What I need.
But he seems to know.
“We’re going to put the past behind us.” He grips my hip with one hand and slides the other up the length of my spine before tangling his fingers in my hair at the nape of my neck. “I’ve waited ten years. I think that’s long enough, don’t you?”
My breathing is ragged, my nipples pebbling from rubbing against his chest with every inhalation. “Long enough for what?”
“To make you mine.”
I gasp when our lips meet. The kiss is hard and desperate. It’s a clash of teeth and tongues. A claiming.
Heat floods my lower belly and core, and when I whimper, Bash groans into my mouth.
“The sounds you make. Fuck.” Then he releases his grip on me, but only so he can bend down, grip my thighs, and lift me up. He groans again when my center rubs against the very hard length of him. The contact sends a shock of need through me, but it’s not enough.
“Please,” I murmur against his lips. I scrabble to anchor myself to him so I can find the friction I’m so desperate for. Wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his ass, I roll my hips.
“Fuck, baby.” His fingers dig into my thighs and ass as he walks me to the bed and lowers us both onto the plush mattress. “I need you. If you don’t want this, tell me right now. I don’t want to come in my pants again.”
A laugh slips past my lips and my heart skips a beat at his expression as he looks down at me. There’s so much tenderness in his gaze. So much affection. And so. Much. Need.
I don’t give myself a chance to overthink it. “I want this. I want you.”
“Thank god.”
His fingers are deft as they tug at the hem of my sweater. The fuzzy yarn tickles my chest as he pulls it over my head. It hits the floor with a muted sound.
“Look at you.”
My cheeks heat at the reverence in his tone. And when I peer up at Sebastian, any hesitation or self-consciousness that may have been trying to wiggle its way into my head flees. Because you can’t fake the heat and naked appreciation I find there. You can’t fake blown pupils or a racing pulse.
He wants me as much as I want him.
Calloused fingers trace the swell of my breasts before they pluck at the straps of my bra and drag them off my shoulders. Then they trace a path back across the soft peaks of my chest before catching under the lace cups and tugging them down, allowing my breasts to spill out.
“Fuck.” The word is gravelly and raw, and my belly hollows out.
Sebastian holds himself still above me, his hips wedged between mine, putting pressure where I need it, but not enough.
His biceps strain as he takes me in, his rich brown eyes studying every inch of my naked flesh.
Then they flex when he bends down and wraps his full lips around my left nipple.
“Ohmygod,” I cry as he laves the tight bud with his tongue and nips at it with his teeth. When he’s thoroughly explored that peak, he kisses across my breast, then down the valley between them, before turning his attention to the other.
His hips press into me as he sucks, drawing a low moan from me. I can’t get enough of him.
“More,” I demand.
“Patience, baby. I’m going to give you more. But not until I’ve worshipped you the way I’ve dreamed of for the last ten years.”
I can’t decide if it’s supposed to be a promise or a threat, but whichever it may be, I’m all in. No more running. Not that I’d want to.
“Arch your back.”
I do as he asks, gasping when his fingers drag over my rib cage and across my back. He undoes my bra with an easy confidence and tosses it on the floor to join my sweater.
I don’t want to be the only one shedding my clothes.
With trembling hands, I tear at the buttons of Sebastian’s shirt and push it down his arms, revealing a well-honed golden chest and a smattering of hair I can’t stop touching. “Take it off.”
Bash chuckles but doesn’t protest. In moments, his skin warms mine, and I arch into him. I want to feel every inch of his naked chest against mine. I let out a growly sound of indignation when he goes up on his knees, but he simply chuckles and holds my gaze as he undoes his belt and slacks.
“Patience.”
I almost swallow my tongue when he tugs his pants and boxers off because seeing that beautiful dick on my phone’s screen was one thing, but seeing it in person?
“Holy shit.”
The masculine rumble of pleased laughter goes straight to my clit. “Like what you see?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
The bed bounces as he tugs his pants off, and then he’s completely naked over me. “Then I think it’s only fair I get to see all of you too.”
He doesn’t drop eye contact as his fingers unbutton my jeans. He holds my gaze as they drag the zipper down. And only when those fingers dip beneath the waistband of my jeans and slide them down my legs, does he let his attention drop from my face.
He groans at the sight of my black lace panties, and it turns into a strangled sound of need when he pulls those off my body, leaving me completely bare for him.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight,” he whispers. His fingers skim the length of my thighs, moving inward in long arcs. “So much better than all the times I’ve imagined this.”
My lower belly hollows out and my upper thighs grow slick.
Sebastian meets my eyes. “And I’ve imagined you like this more times than I can count.” His fingers slip between my thighs and he nudges them open. “Are you ready, baby?”