Page 38 of The Very Naughty List

His voice drops lower on the last words, and he takes a half step closer to me, until our chests are nearly brushing. An unspoken implication hangs in the air between us as his words settle in my ears, and it makes goosebumps race across my skin. I almost feel like he’s goading me, like he’s daring me to throw down another challenge.

My breath catches in my throat as his scent surrounds me, his features shadowy in the near total darkness. I wish I could see him better. I wish I could read the look on his face.

What would he do if I dared him to kiss me right now?

The thought zaps through me like a bolt of lightning, making my lips tingle with the urge to speak. But I can’t quite say it out loud, so the silence hangs between us, thick and loaded with tension.

Sebastian swallows, his Adam’s apple rising and falling, then moves another inch closer to me. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, feel the brush of air across my lips every time he exhales, and I feel like I might pass out from how hard my heart is pounding. Without even thinking about it, I tilt my head up, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.

His gaze drops sharply, and he makes a noise low in his throat that goes straight to my clit.

“Fuck it,” he mutters suddenly, and before I know what’s happening, his mouth is on mine.

He cups my face in his hands as he kisses me, turning us so that my back hits the wall and boxing me in, pressing his body against mine as he devours my lips. His cock is fully hard now,pressing against my stomach through the towel, and the feeling of it sparks something inside me.

I kiss him back like I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life, pushing away all the voices in my head screaming at me that this is a bad idea. I never thought I’d be making out like this with Sebastian Cooper in his childhood home during a power outage, but here we are.

And if I’m being honest, there’s something incredibly hot about the risk of getting caught like this.

I know each of the triplets are trying to “win” me in public, but this moment between us can’t be for show, because there’s no one around—and it’s dark, so they couldn’t see anyway. So what is Sebastian trying to prove? I’m not sure what the answer to that question is, but right now, I decide I don’t give a damn.

“Fuck, you smell good,” he groans, dragging his lips away from mine to nip at my earlobe. “It’s been driving me fucking crazy.”

He teases my clit more deliberately, making me arch against him, and he lets out a harsh breath as my stomach grinds against his cock.

“I bet you taste good too,” he mutters, finding my mouth again. “Everywhere.”

He rolls his hips, grinding against me again, and my towel falls open as I let go of it to wrap my arms around his neck. Our bodies meet skin to skin, on purpose this time, and it’s the most incredible feeling in the world.

I can feel the hardness of his cock, the firm planes of his chest brushing against my nipples as his tongue tangles with mine, and the pressure of his fingertips as he slides them between my legs, spreading my wetness over them. It’s so much all at once, but at the same time, it’s not enough. I need more.

“Sebastian,” I whimper. “I…”

“I’ve got you.”

His voice is a low rasp as one thick finger finds my entrance. I gasp, my inner walls clenching in anticipation as he starts to press slowly inside. I barely even notice when the lights flicker twice then flare back on. I’m too lost in him, in everything he’s doing, and the spell between us doesn’t break until a few seconds later when the sounds of his brothers’ voices echo from the stairs.

“We must have blown a fuse or something. Piece of shit house,” Nick grumbles, his voice moving closer, and I shove Sebastian away from me in a panic.

Before Nick and Reid can reach the top of the stairs, I snatch up my towel and throw it around me before darting past Sebastian toward my room. With my heart pounding and my mind racing, I close the door behind me as quietly as possible and hold my breath, praying silently that no one saw us.

14

HAILEY

Restingmy back against the wall, I stare up at the ceiling for several long moments as I try to catch my breath. I can still feel Sebastian’s hands all over me, his lips against mine, and the phantom memory of his touch isn’t doing anything to slow my racing pulse.

I have to call Lorelai.

What just happened is way too much to be relayed over text, so even though it’s late in LA by now, I pick up my phone and scroll to her number.

I throw on some sleep shorts and a t-shirt, then press the call button. I crawl under the covers as I wait for her to answer, pulling them all the way over my head as if to create an extra layer of insulation to make sure none of the guys hear me. I heard them talking in the hallway for a bit, but I’m pretty sure they’re all back in their rooms by now. Still, I’m not willing to risk it.

“This had better be good. I need my beauty sleep, you know.” Lorelai’s voice is groggy, but it sharpens a little as she adds, “In all seriousness, though, is everything okay?”

Shit, that’s a loaded question. Especially considering how far out of hand I’m letting things get with my brother’s best friends.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” I keep my voice to a whisper, holding the phone close to my mouth. “But, Lorelai, you’re not going to believe what’s been happening here.”

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