Page 39 of From Fake Dates to Forever Goals

Sebastian watches me, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

“What’s the matter?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

Instead of answering, he leans forward, his lips brushing against the side of my mouth as he licks away a spot of sauce.

I freeze instantly, my breath catching in my throat.

“You had a bit of sauce,” he says softly, his voice low and warm.

His eyes hold mine, and the playful spark between us shifts into something deeper, something I can’t ignore.

“Sebastian…” I whisper, but I can’t finish my sentence before his lips find mine. The kiss is soft at first, exploratory, but it quickly deepens.

His hand brushes my hair out of my face, his touch so tender it sends shivers down my spine.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispers against my lips, his voice barely audible.

I swallow hard, my heart racing as my defenses crumble. I want to fight this, to keep my distance, but I can’t. I lean in, kissing him with everything I have, and he kisses me back with just as much intensity.

Before long, his shirt is on the floor, and so is mine. Our bodies press together, craving each other’s touch, and I find myself under Sebastian, panting heavily as the heat between us grows.

Sebastian unzips his pants, sliding my thong down to my ankles with deliberate slowness, his warm body radiating heat against mine. His eyes roam over me, filled with raw hunger and appreciation. The way he looks at me makes me feel desired, beautiful, and completely undone.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers, his voice dripping with promise.

I comply, my senses heightened as I feel the heat of his breath trailing down my body. He pauses just long enough to tease me, building my anticipation to the breaking point.

His lips finally meet my skin, and when his tongue touches my clit, I let out a loud, uncontrollable moan. He takes his time, savoring every reaction he elicits from me, and I feel my body arch against him, desperate for more.

Sebastian moves up, parting my legs further as his hands explore my breasts, his lips leaving trails of fire across my skin. His movements are slow and deliberate, and when he finally enters me, I gasp, feeling every inch of him burying deep inside me.

My legs tremble as I wrap them around his waist, but the intensity of his touch leaves me shaking uncontrollably. He locks my wrists under his weight, holding me in place as he begins to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

It’s not just his body I feel—it’s the way he looks at me, the way he breathes, the way his energy completely overtakes me. It’s intoxicating, and I feel myself nearing the edge far too soon.

I cry out as my orgasm consumes me, leaving me trembling beneath him, but Sebastian isn’t done. He knows exactly how to keep me there, drawing out my pleasure in ways I didn’t think were possible. His whispers, his smile, the way he watches me—it’s all too much, and yet I want more.

Sebastian is relentless, his instincts guiding him as he takes me higher and higher, his rhythm unyielding. He knows how to touch me, how to push me to the very brink of ecstasy.

I lose myself completely, my body surrendering to him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I’m helpless, unable to do anything but let him take me.

Finally, with one last thrust, Sebastian shudders and stills, his body trembling against mine as he finds his release. His breathcomes out in shallow pants, his grip on my wrists loosening as he collapses beside me.

I turn to look at him, my chest still heaving. His eyes meet mine, and the vulnerability in his gaze catches me off guard.

“I love you, Sebastian,” I whisper, the words spilling out before I can stop them.

He freezes, his expression shifting to one of shock. He stares at me in silence, clearly taken aback by my sudden confession.

What did I just do?

Fuck…

twelve

Sebastian

With my mom finally home and things back to normal, Ava and I decide it’s time to return to San Jose. Our relationship has transformed drastically over the past few weeks, and what we had planned to be nothing more than an arrangement is turning into something much more real than either of us anticipated.

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