Page 107 of Just a Heartbeat Away

“Matty’s grandma sent me back to Brooklyn.”

She closed the door and followed him into her living room. “Why?”

“Because I was moping about you.” Via’s heart skipped. “She said not to come back until I’ve figured a few things out with you.”

“What things?”

Seb didn’t answer. He was too busy trailing his eyes over her, devouring her. “You’re wearing your yoga clothes.”

“I went to a class earlier.”

He closed the distance between them in two steps and lifted her clean off her feet. He had two rough paws at her ass as she linked her feet behind his waist. “You drove me crazy that day you led the staff meeting through yoga. I’ve never wanted to bite someone’s ass more than I did yours.”

Via laughed as he stomped over to the couch and collapsed down on it with her straddled over his waist.

“As I recall, your ass looked pretty bite-able as well.”

He grunted, barely acknowledging her comment as he traced his hands down her sides and back up. He tangled his fingers in the straps of her sports bra. His eyes fell to her chest. “Hey, where’d your boobs go?”

“Seb!” She laughed, outraged and charmed at the same time. “Shut up. I have the kind of boobs that squish all the way down in a sports bra.”

“They don’t have that problem in other bras.”

“No, they’re very respectable in a push-up bra.”

He grunted again and this time his hips jutted upward just a little bit. He leaned forward and bit her exposed collarbone, his tongue tracing where his teeth just were.

“I should shower,” she whispered, trying to rise up off him. But he clamped an arm over her waist and held fast. “I’m sweaty.”

“Sweaty muffins.”

They both laughed, and Via rocked forward on him. “What things are we supposed to be discussing?”

“I don’t know,” he growled into her neck. “Can’t think.”

She laughed and rolled her neck to one side. “Try.”

He growled again; this time it was just pure, guttural noise. “She says I need to show you something.”

“Show me what?”

“It’s at my place.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you when I show you.” He bit the neckline of her tank top and peeled it down her chest just a little. She gasped when he buried his nose between her breasts and inhaled hard.

“Should we go to your place then?” she asked, her hips moving of their own accord over him.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “After.”

After what?She almost asked out loud, but then he tightened his hold on her hips and rolled up to meet her. Sebastian’s hands were everywhere. He was simultaneously holding her in place and rolling her against him. He had one hand tracing over the back of her neck, one gripping her ass. He was up under the back of her sports bra and tracing a circle on her hip bone.

His mouth covered hers and Via was pinned in place, vibrating and rolling and climbing. She was grinding herself against him to the same rhythm of her tongue over his. His jeans were rough against her inner thighs as she shamelessly press-press-pressed against the pipe between his legs.

She was rising, climbing, racing, and abruptly, she stopped, embarrassment a quick bite at the back of her neck. Oh God, she’d been humping him like a teenager. But he growled and grabbed her by the hips and started her rhythm all over again. This time it felt so good that her embarrassment burned up in the passion like thin atmosphere in the thrusters of a space shuttle.

“That’s right,” he said, directly into her ear. “That’s right.”

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