Page 70 of Tasty Cherry

“You think so?”

“Completely. Raya asked how you handled the haunted wing incident.”

My cheeks burn, not for what we saw, but what we did after. “What did you tell her?”

He leans in close. “That I made you orgasm in the hallway.”

“Sebastian!”

He laughs. “I said you were commendable and discreet.”

But he doesn’t move away.

Our gazes meet. He takes my glass from me and sets them both on the bar.

“I’m afraid I might kiss you a lot tonight.”

“You will?”

He slides his fingers through my hair to hold the back of my head. “One for every time I wanted to during the week but couldn’t.”

When his mouth meets mine, every worry I had leading up to coming here falls away. He takes his time, his lips gentle, then gradually adding pressure.

We open to each other, him tasting tangy, like he was checking his curry before I arrived. It’s good, and he’s delicious, and I want to melt into him.

He pulls me from my stool to his, my legs straddling him. His hands hold my back, keeping me tightly against his body. I can feel him responding, hard beneath my thighs.

Our tongues mingle, and I figure out how to settle in, not holding my breath but relaxing into him.

His hands roam, one shifting to my ribs, his thumb sliding against the bottom of my bra. The other grasps my butt, fitting me more firmly against the hard length of him.

I ache to do more things, new things, all the things.

My breathing speeds up again. My skirt has slid up my thighs, and his hand on my shirt makes its way down, past my waist, until it finds the bared skin of my leg.

“I like skirts on you,” he murmurs against my mouth.

His fingers tap dance along my skin as he pushes the skirt higher, until he’s reached the lace edge of my panties.

I suck in a breath, anticipation flooding me. I feel high, like I’m breathing pure oxygen.

His thumb flirts with the satin in his way, running along the border of my skin and the underwear.

I can barely breathe, almost vibrating with energy, wanting to move forward, to explore.

Much of our first night was lost to fear and worry, although I distinctly remember his mouth down below. I’ve never felt anything so intense, so good.

His kiss slows down, and his lips move near my ear. “I’m going to do so many things to you.”

My heart hammers painfully. I can feel it in my throat. I don’t answer, just try to breathe as he hooks a finger on my panties, and tugs.

Of course, I’m straddling him, so he doesn’t get very far.

“Hmmm,” he says, letting them go to put both hands on my waist. He lifts me easily onto the bar.

Now he reaches beneath the skirt with both hands, yanking the underwear down and tossing it behind him. For a moment, the tile surface of the bar is cold on my skin, but swiftly warms up.

I’m high up on this counter, and with Sebastian sitting on the stool, my knees are at his chest level.

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