Chapter 29
twenty-nine
SEBASTIAN
Indigo fucking Bloom is naked in my bed. Her soft curves have me hard as a rock and struggling to maintain the control that usually comes so naturally. Each heave of her breasts sends my blood pumping faster through my veins, and most of it’s heading straight for my dick.
I want to push into her and never leave. To make her my home in every sense of the word. I want her screaming my name as she convulses with pleasure.
But Indie deserves better than that. She deserves softness and worship. A first time that shows her how much I’ve wanted her all these years.
“Are you ready, baby?”
Her hazel eyes are clouded with lust as she blinks up at me, lips open and breath ragged. Each puff of air that leaves her lips ghosts across mine, driving me mad. “I’m ready.”
“I need you to be sure,” I whisper, brushing a strand of pink hair away from her face. “Because once we do this, you’re mine.”
“Fuck,” she murmurs. “That’s book boyfriend shit.”
“What?” I chuckle at her glazed and far-off expression.
She shakes her head and refocuses on me, swollen lips quirking. “Nothing. I’m sure. Make me yours.”
Reaching between us, I run my fingers up her inner thighs, reveling in the little gasps and sighs they draw out of her the closer I get to her center. She shifts, her legs falling farther open, and we both curse when my fingers drag along her seam. “You’re so wet.”
“And you’re so slow.”
Chuckling, I bat her hand away when she tries to take control of my touch and grab her wrist to hold it above her head. She keeps it there when I let go to grab the other, and her pupils blow wide when my long fingers wrap around both wrists, restricting her movement.
“I’ll be as slow as I want, Rosebud. I’ve waited ten years for this.” I run one finger through the slickness between her thighs, coating it thoroughly before slowly pushing it inside of her. The way her eyes roll back in her head has my hips bucking involuntarily. “Never thought this would happen.”
“Me neither.” Her fingers curl around mine, and she bucks against my hand as I slowly fuck her with one finger, then two.
I commit every gasp and inhalation to memory, along with the dewy velvet of her skin, the give of her thighs, the softness of her belly. The way she arches up into me, her body begging for more as I work her with a deliberate slowness, etches itself into my very soul.
“Not letting you go again,” I warn, nipping at her shoulder. My heart pounds a staccato beat in my chest, racing faster and faster. God, I need her. All of this is still surreal. Like it’s a perfect dream I could be ripped from at any moment. “Promise me you’re mine.”
Indie’s eyes flutter before they open and fix on me. They search my face—looking for what, I don’t know—as she fights some inner battle I’m not privy to.
I won’t let her run again.
“Promise it.” Adding a third finger, I stretch her tight heat, preparing her for the inevitable.
“I’ve always been yours,” she gasps, back bowing off the bed.
We’ve always been inevitable.
“That’s right, Indigo. You have.” I withdraw my fingers and give my dick a slow stroke, coating my length in her. Can’t waste a single drop. Then I reach into my bedside table, pull out a condom, and quickly put it on. “Are you ready for me to show you how good it feels to be mine?”
Indie’s tongue drags across her lower lip before she sucks it between her teeth. Her pupils are yawning chasms. “Yes.”
She gasps when I drag the head of my dick through her folds, bumping it against her swollen clit.
It’s intoxicating. She feels so good. So soft and warm.
So fucking wet. My muscles quiver from the strain of holding back as I line myself up at her entrance and slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, push inside of her.
“Oh my god.” The words are a garbled mess as she thrashes her head against the pillow, her hips rising in an attempt to take more of me. “Bash, please.”
“I know.” I murmur, dragging kisses up the column of her throat. “I know what you need, baby. Hold still and let me give it to you.”
I go still when I bottom out inside of her, but Indie is anything but.
She writhes and wiggles beneath me, incoherent pleas spilling from her parted lips.
I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes closed, forcing myself to take deep, measured breaths as need and pleasure coalesce and tighten at the base of my spine.
I will not come yet.
Control. You’re in control.
“Please, please, please,” Indie chants, her wrists flexing in my hand. She tries to break free, but I tighten my hold.
“You need me to move?”
“Yes,” she cries.
I withdraw slowly, letting her feel every single inch of me as I revel in the soft give of her body beneath mine.
Sweat slicks both of our skin as heat builds between us, and I grapple with my control.
“You feel so much better than I could have imagined,” I say on a groan as I push forward, filling her again. “You’re perfect.”
She shakes her head, thrashing as I bottom out again.
“You. Are. Perfect.” I’m not slow this time. She doesn’t believe me when I tell her she’s perfect? Fuck that. I’ll show her how much I want her. How perfect she is for me. Hell, I’ll make sure she feels it days from now. “Made for me.”
Indie’s hips rise to meet me when I pick up the pace, fucking her the way we both need.
I release her hands and run my fingers over her cheekbones, cupping her face as I press my lips to hers.
We move against each other, her softness giving way to the hard, sharp parts of me, her mouth opening, allowing me to sweep my tongue over hers.
Reality narrows. It’s just her and me. Just our bodies moving together like they were made to, our hearts beating to the same rhythm, our gasps and moans creating a soundtrack I’ll always be able to recall.
My thrusts speed up, along with my heartbeat. Our bodies slide against each other as our movements become frantic and primal.
“Mine,” I rasp. “You are mine.”
I’m not letting this woman go. Never again. I’ll convince her to stay with me, or I’ll follow her anywhere. No one has ever made me feel like this. Like I’m somehow both wound too tight and unraveling all at once. It takes everything in me not to blurt out three words Indie is not ready to hear.
But I think them.
“Bash.” Indie gasps, her body going taut beneath me as my movements grow erratic. When she looks up at me, her lashes are wet, and tears pool in her eyes. A single droplet slides down her face, and I brush it away with my thumb before sucking the salt of it off my skin.
The sight of her, sweat-slick and flushed with pleasure, the same emotions causing my chest to expand and tighten reflected in her tearful eyes, pushes me over the edge. Pleasure, hot and electric, tingles up my spine.
“Indie. Fuck, baby. Fuck.” My hips slap against her soft thighs, the sound punctuating her cries and moans. My back stings as she rakes her nails across my skin before digging into my shoulders and clinging to me like she’s afraid she’ll float away if she doesn’t.
“Oh, god, I’m gonna come,” she says through panted breaths.
I’m right there with her.
“Give me what’s mine, baby. Come for me.”
Indie cries out, her back arching, fingers digging into my shoulders as she flutters around me. I fuck her hard and fast, and those flutters deepen and intensify until she’s strangling my dick and I come with a shout.
Tangling my fingers in her sweat-soaked hair, I claim Indie’s lips in a bruising kiss as I buck into her, lost to the euphoria of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
Indie twitches as aftershocks ripple through her.
I wrap my arms around her, not leaving the warmth of her body as I roll us so I’m on my back and her cheek rests on my chest. Neither of us speaks as she snuggles close and I run my fingers through her tangled strands, careful not to pull at any knots.
Ten years. This is what I’ve been missing.
I let her get away once. Didn’t tell her how I felt when I had chance after chance because I had this idea in my head of how things needed to go.
Because it wasn’t the right time. We were too young, too far apart, had too many thing we both needed to accomplish.
I won’t make that mistake again.
“Be mine,” I whisper against the crown of her head.
Her body shakes with quiet laughter against me. “Thought we just established that I already am.”
“Be my girlfriend. Officially.” My palms sweat and my heart hammers away in my chest. I know what tonight means to me, but what if it means something different to Indie? What if she was caught up in the moment when she agreed to be mine?
“Your girlfriend?” Her fingers draw little circles over my chest.
“Yeah, baby. I know you’re going to say that your life’s in LA and that you’re only here temporarily. There’s so much we don’t know about each other after all these years apart, but I missed my shot once, and I won’t miss again.”
“Actually,” she says, her voice light and lilting, “I was going to say yes.” She looks up at me, bee-stung lips curving in the most breathtaking smile I’ve ever seen, and skims her fingers across the stubble on my jaw.
“I just couldn’t resist saying it. Your girlfriend.
” Her laughter is bright and beautiful. “Never thought I’d be able to call myself that. ”
I’d like to call her something more than that, and I will, if I have my way, but I can’t get ahead of myself.
Running my fingers along the length of her arm, something frantic in me calms. “Me neither.”
She grins at me. “So, boyfriend, how long do you need to rest before you make me yours again? Unless you’re too tired after the game.”
My dick stirs, ready to rise to the challenge, and I roll us so Indie’s the one on her back and I’m looming over her. “Oh, baby, I’ll never be too tired for you.”