Page 17 of The Cousins and the Brunette

“Sebastian,” I gasped as his hands traced the curves of my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “Please...”

“Anything,” he answered, and I knew he meant it—not just for now, but for whatever came next.

As he lowered himself over me, I cupped his face in my hands, marveling at the softness of his skin against my calloused palms. “I don’t know what this is,” I admitted, my voice barely audible.

He pressed his forehead against mine, a small smile on his perfect lips. “Neither do I. But I want to find out.”

And I allowed myself to forget the lies, the danger, the future. For this one stolen moment, there was only us, only this undeniable truth written in the language of our bodies.

Our mouths met once again, soft and slow, savoring the taste of each other. Sebastian’s hands slid down my sides, his touch burning a trail of desire. I arched into him, craving the feeling of his skin against mine.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as I ground my hips against his, desperate for friction. “Patience,” he chided, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

In the dimly lit basement holding cell, Sebastian removed my clothing and I let him. I stood before Sebastian, pulse racing as his gaze roamed over my nearly bare skin. The soft glow of the holding cell’s lamp bathed my vulnerable flesh in a warm light. My thin undergarments were the only thing preserving my modesty.

Sebastian’s eyes were dark with desire. He slowly removed his own clothing. I watched, transfixed, as he stripped off his shirt to reveal his sculpted chest and abdomen. Each muscle rippled enticingly under his tanned skin. My breath hitched when he unfastened his pants and slid them down his powerful legs. His toned chest, adorned with a smattering of dark hair, revealing broad shoulders and arms sculpted by years of discipline.

I felt a delicious ache between my thighs. He was completely nude and unashamed. My eyes were drawn to his impressive arousal, thick and hard with need. The sight of him, so virile and wanting, sent a surge of molten heat straight to my core. Liquid desire pooled between my thighs.

Sebastian closed the distance between us, his body radiating masculine heat. He cupped my face tenderly, his calloused thumb brushing my cheek. “Elizabeth,” he murmured huskily. “You’re so damn gorgeous.”

My real name caught in my throat. In that moment, I was Elizabeth, the woman Sebastian desired with every fiber of his being. His touch ignited my skin when his hands skimmed down my sides to settle on my hips. Gripping me tightly, he pulled my body flush against his.

I gasped at the feel of his hard length pressing insistently against my belly. Sensation flooded me, my nerves singing with anticipation and need. I wanted him with a desperation I’d never known. Rising up on my toes, I captured Sebastian’s lips in a searing kiss. He groaned into my mouth, his tongue delving deep to stroke against mine. Plundering. Consuming. I surrendered myself to the intensity of his passion, my fingers clutching his broad shoulders.

Sebastian’s hands roamed my body boldly as our kiss turned carnal. He palmed my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra, his thumbs teasing my nipples into aching peaks. I arched into his touch wantonly, silently begging for more.

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words died on my lips as his hand slipped between my legs. A strangled moan escaped me when his fingers brushed against my center, already slick with need.

“So wet for me,” he purred, circling my entrance with a feather-light touch. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Sebastian...” I gasped, trembling beneath his skillful hands.

He paused, watching me with a predatory gleam. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I breathed. “I want you.”

Another growl rumbled in his chest and I moaned when the tip of his cock brushed against my thigh, hard and ready.

Our gazes locked, and in that moment, I saw beyond the lies and subterfuge. I saw him. A man capable of tenderness, of caring, of understanding me in a way no one else ever had. A man I was lusting for, despite all the reasons I shouldn’t.

Sebastian’s lips captured mine in a blazing kiss that set my body aflame with desire. Our tongues danced sensuously as his strong hands roamed over my curves, igniting sparks everywhere he touched.

He began trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. I arched into him, craving more contact. Sebastian took his time worshiping my breasts, drawing one stiff peak into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it until I was panting with need. He lavished the same attention on the other before moving lower.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured reverently, placing butterfly kisses along my quivering stomach.

When he dipped his head between my thighs, I couldn’t hold back the guttural moan that escaped. The first touch of his tongue against my aching core made me see stars. Sebastian licked and sucked at my most sensitive spot with expert precision, stoking the flames higher and higher. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, holding him right where I needed him. Just when I was about to explode, he pulled back, kissing and nipping along my inner thigh.

Desperate to reciprocate the incredible pleasure he was giving me, I reached for his impressive length, stroking him from base to tip. He groaned, the sound vibrating against my skin.

“I need to taste you.” I panted, urging him up to my mouth.

Sebastian shifted until he was kneeling by my head, allowing me to take him into my eager mouth. I swirled my tongue around him, savoring his unique flavor. He was like steel encased in the softest velvet. I couldn’t get enough.

He gasped, gently disengaging and moving back down my body. “I want to be inside you.”

Our lips met again in a passionate tangle as Sebastian settled his hips between my thighs. The anticipation was delicious torture. I spread my legs wider in blatant invitation, welcoming his weight.

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