Page 51 of Time After Time
My throat tightened as I struggled to speak. “That... was because of...”
“Because of you?” he finished for me, leaning closer until I could feel the heat of his body just above mine, the dampness from his arousal seeping onto my skin. “You didn’t even have to do anything.” His voice was barely a whisper as he lowered his mouth to my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he teased my earlobe with his tongue, causing me to gasp.“Just the thought of tasting you made me lose control.” His hips pressed into mine, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he groaned in my ear, uninhibited.
I had never imagined just how much the human body could feel.
Sweat trickled down my skin as though I had been basking under the sun for an eternity. Every inch of me burned with an intensity I had never known, sending shudders and tingles rippling through my body in ways I could never have imagined.
Yet, amid the rush of overwhelming sensations, I felt more aware of Sebastian than ever before.
“I need you,” I whimpered, the words spilling from me, my breath brushing against his shoulder, causing goosebumps to rise along his arms. “I need you, Sebastian. Please.”
Even with his chest pressed against mine, his hips against my own, and our limbs tangled together, it felt like he was still out of reach. No matter how tightly I clung to him, it never felt close enough.
Chapter 16
Sebastian
She wanted me, and I could feel it in every breath she took, in the way her body shivered, in the heat rising in her cheeks. I needed her, too, that same pull gnawing at me.
I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t kept me up at night. Gen was in my head more than I wanted to admit—her smile, her laugh, the way she’d playfully smack my arm, that scent of hers. Even the lightest touch from her set something off in me, a kind of longing that left my heart aching and my mind wandering where it shouldn’t.
As I buried my face in the crook of her neck, I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood. This couldn’t be a dream, no matter how surreal it felt.
Thoughts I didn’t want kept pushing their way in, even now. I tried to block them out, but they wouldn’t quit, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.
I just hoped, more than anything, that what had happened—and whatever came next—wouldn’t break the trust between us. Gen had been in my life for as long as I could remember, and the idea of losing her made everything feel like it could fall apart.
We were our own people, with separate worries and dreams. Still, I couldn’t help wondering if she felt the same gut punch at the thought of us drifting apart.
Deep down, I knew my feelings for Gen went beyond friendship. She might only see me as Seb, her best friend. But to me, she was Geneviève St. James. My Gen. My everything. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
Part of me was terrified she didn’t feel the same—that in her eyes, I was just the guy who’d always been there. So I kept pretending I only saw her as my best friend, too, hoping the lie would be enough to keep my heart in check.
“Sebastian?” Gen’s voice broke through the storm of my thoughts, pulling me back to the moment. I suddenly realised my head was still resting against her neck, and most of my weight had shifted onto her.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to keep going,” Gen whispered, but the worry in her voice gave her away. Her fingers, kind on my skin, traced slow circles on my cheek.
I let out a snort, half disbelief, half amusement, as her touch lingered. “If only you knew.”
Her brows pulled together, a crease forming between them as she leaned in. The dim light caught the flicker of curiosity in her widening eyes. She held her breath for half a second, bracing herself. “If only I knew what?”
“How much I want this,” I confessed, my heart racing under the weight of finally openly expressing one of my biggest desires. But there was more, something deeper that went beyond physical intimacy. I’d imagined it so many times, even if it played outdifferentlyin my mind, in a way that felt more meaningful between us.
Her hands slid to the back of my neck, drawing me in until our lips touched. The intensity of her kiss turned my world upside down. We started off hesitantly, but soon found ourrhythm, tilting our heads and figuring out the way our tongues moved together.
Damn, it felt incredible.
I gasped against her lips, overwhelmed by the way her tongue met mine and the heat of her hips pressing against me. I needed to steady myself, so I gripped her hips, pulling her closer to the bed, afraid I might lose myself in the pleasure she was igniting in me.
Gen, however, didn’t care. Her hands slid down to my chest, nails grazing my skin and sending shivers through me. As she teased me, my hips instinctively moved against hers, craving more.
Her fingers traced the edge of my boxers, skimming over the place I had trimmed. I tensed with anticipation, silently urging her to go further, but she held my gaze, taking her time in easing the fabric down. When I nodded, she continued until the waistband rested just beneath my butt, revealing my eager arousal.
With my cock now exposed and quivering under her intense gaze, she abandoned my boxers without a second thought. Her hands explored my rear, pulling me closer to her, and in the process, my shaft brushed against her lips, eliciting a mutual groan of desire.
“Fuck.” My eyes had been ensnared in the depths of hers, but the sensation of her hand encircling my hardness snapped my focus downward.
Her touch followed the contours of my length, a drawn-out movement that set my nerves on fire, but I had to stop her. Impatience surged within me, a primal urge to be closer, to feel her warmth all around me. “Gen,” I murmured, tearing my gaze from her mesmerising stare to meet her puzzled expression. She peeked her tongue out, a sign of concentration, and I knew I had to intervene. “Gen, wait.” I seized her wrist, pulling hergaze back to mine. “As much as I ache for your touch, I can’t hold back any more. I need to be inside you.” The moment felt charged, and I could see her reaction—a slight tremor that told me she felt it too.
