Page 10 of His Secret Addiction

Sebastian ruined my life. Well, I ruined my own life, but it brings me comfort to blame him.

It’s because of him that no one other man stands a chance. I have always compared every other man to my hot neighbor, and not a single one could live up to the man. None of them ever made me feel the way he does, and with his mouth pressed against mine, I realize that no one ever will.

My first real kiss.

I should stop him before he ruins me further. Remind myself that I am not actually dating this man. Those feelings I harbored for him are a thing of the past. Just a teenage girl crushing on her hot neighbor. Those feelings don’t belong here, because then…

How will I ever want another man after feeling Sebastian’s lips on mine his hand gently caressing my hair and slowly coaxing me to let him in?

I shouldn’t let him in!

“You are trembling,” he rasps against my lips, and I don’t realize it until he mentions it. “Open up for me, kitten.”

“We shouldn’t be kissing, or touching,” I try.

“Isn’t that what people do in a relationship? Everyone will be expecting public displays of affection, and we don’t want them to think you’ve never been kissed before.”

“What? I…I have been kissed before!” I argue, and in response, Sebastian pulls back to look at me, a single sexy brow raised and that sensual mouth lifts in a smirk. Damn him for looking so good!

“You don’t have to lie to me, kitten.”

“Stop calling me that, and I am not lying. I have been kissed before.”

Technically, I am not lying. There was Peter in elementary school who stole my first kiss. I punched his mouth with my little fist, and our parents had to be called in to the principal’s office, but I am counting that as a kiss!

“Kitten…”

“I said stop calling me that!”

“What would you rather I called you then? I can’t go calling you Lizzie in public.”

He can’t call me kitten either. The way he drawls it, his eyes firmly on mine when he calls me the forbidden nickname doesn’t do me any favors when it comes to reining in my desire for him.

“Call me something else,” I whisper.

“Fine, I’ll reserve the pet name for our private moments,” he teases, and I read the amusement in his eyes. “So, about your first kiss…”

I palm my face and let out a groan. “Can we talk about something else, please?”

“Fine,” he says thickly. “One of the things people will be looking to observe is how you react to my touch in public. If you flinch when I touch you, then that will be the topic for days. We need to look like two people who are madly in love with each other.”

Well, I don’t know about him, but I am halfway there already. It’s hard for someone to not fall in love with this man. There is a reason he is the most popular band member, and it has to do with more than just his talent.

One look at us in public, and everyone will know I have feelings for this man. God, how mortifying would that be? Loving this man in secret was bad enough.

“I’ve seen celebrity couples simply hold hands, and that’s it. I don’t have to do something extreme in public, do I?”

“Well, if the paparazzi ask for a kiss, and you respond to my kiss as you did a minute ago, then people will know something is wrong,” he says, and I flash him a glare, causing him to chuckle deeply. “How about I show you how we should do it, kitten?”

“I… Don’t call me that,” I argue weakly, slowly losing my grasp on reality every time he says it. I need to resist this man, but every part of me wants to push up against my childhood crush and give him everything. God, I want to touch that body just to know if it feels as good as it looks.

I’ve spied his perfect body through my window so many times, and when I got older and touched myself for the first time, it was his hands I pictured on mine. It’s his breath I imagined brushing my skin as he kissed my body.

It was Sebastian I saw every time I closed my eyes and thought about my future, and now, he’s here, asking me to be his fake girlfriend. I should at least lock up my heart and body from this man if I am to survive unscathed, but…

He smells so good, like earth and musk and all male. His muscles are firm under my fingertips, and with his calloused hand in my hair, I find it hard to resist him.

“What are you so afraid of?” he asks, moving closer to me until there’s only a hair’s breadth between us. “We don’t need to do much in public. A few touches should be enough. I just want you to grow a little familiar with my touch, so I don’t startle youwhen I reach out to you in public. If my touch is something you are uncomfortable with…”

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