Page 50 of The One for Me
I need his lips on mine more than I need anything else.
It’s crazy and irresponsible to allow this, but I know I won’t stop it. I can’t.
“Feel us,” he urges. “Feel me.”
My fingers lift of their own volition and the pads of my fingertips touch the taut skin of his back.
“Yes.” Sean’s voice is soft. “Like that. Feel me, Devney.”
My back arches, needing the contact of his chest, which he’s kept away. I run my hands up his spine slowly, trying to memorize every valley and peak. His lips move to my neck, kissing and softly sucking the sensitive skin.
“Sean,” I say softly.
“Say the words. Say what you need from me. Anything you want, sweetheart, I’ll give you.”
I don’t allow my head to enter. I just feel and tell him exactly what I want. “Kiss me.”
He brings his lips back to mine, there’s no softness this time. He kisses me like a man crazed and starving. Our mouths move together, and he finally lets his weight settle over me. There’s no more tenderness in my touch as my nails score his back, trying to pull him tighter.
Everything in this moment is right.
Him. Us. The fact that we’re doing this.
I let my hands wander across his body, feeling how strong he is as I revel in the fact that it’s happening. Sean and I are kissing again. Instead of giving myself the million reasons why I shouldn’t, I sink deeper into the moment.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he says before going back to silence me with his lips.
Hearing those words from him does something to me. He’s never lied to me. We’ve always told each other the ugly parts because we weren’t worried the other would shy away. So, when he says it, I know it’s what he means.
He pulls back, eyes blazing with desire as he struggles to catch his breath. He leans down, forehead touching mine.
“Why did you stop?” I ask.
“Because if I didn’t, you’d be naked and I’d be inside you.”
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been, but I’m not seeing a problem there.
I cup his cheek in my palm, appreciating that he pulled back knowing I most likely would regret it. “Thank you.”
His eyes meet mine as he attempts to smile. “Don’t thank me. I’m still lying on top of you with a raging hard-on, your lips are swollen, and I’ve never wanted anything more than this.”
“Sean . . . you say that, but . . .”
“No, you don’t get it. It’s you, Devney. It’s you and me, and I don’t fucking know how it’s taken me this long to see it, but we’re supposed to be together. Somewhere along the way, we became more to each other.”
I brush back the strand of hair that’s fallen in his face. “I’m scared. I don’t want to lose you.”
He kisses me softly and then rolls to the side, pulling me so we face each other on the couch. My hands rest against his chest as his thumb grazes my hip. “I don’t want to lose you either, but I can’t pretend that I want to be just friends. For the first time, neither of us is with someone else. There’s no complications or reasons to avoid this.”
Oh, how wrong he is. “There are a ton of reasons.”
“Like what?”
“You live in Tampa, and I live here. You’re rich, and I’m living in your family’s farmhouse because I don’t have enough money to get my own place. You have a job you love, and I’m . . . well, I’m grateful that I have a job at all. You’re famous, and I’m some small-town girl who would never be able to handle your life.”
He releases a deep sigh. “Okay, take those apart. We live apart. Well, you can move in with me, which then clears up the second issue about living in my family’s farmhouse. As for the job, if you came to Tampa, there are plenty of places that could use an architect. In fact, Declan’s buddy, Milo, runs a real estate company with his brother, and I’m sure you’d be a welcome addition to their team. As for the last of your list . . . you’re a small-town girl who has a small-town guy who wants to help you through it.”
I groan, my head falling forward to rest on his chest. I should’ve known he’d find a way to make me seem crazy. “We can’t be more.”
