Page 98 of In the Net
He shoots me a roguish grin. “That’s some way to greet your boyfriend after he romantically climbs to your bedroom window.”
“You didn’t climb, you scurried,” I point out. “Besides, ever hear of a hallway? You could’ve just checked if the coast was clear and knocked on my door.”
He shrugs. “Less fun.”
I give him a flat look for a beat before I finally laugh, excitement at having Sebastian in the bedroom I grew up in replacing worry.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“Visiting my girlfriend.” His hands fall to my hips, his fingers scorching the sliver of skin exposed between my sleep shirt and my shorts.
Heat tips into my bloodstream, a delicious ache winding tight low in my center. Sebastian’s eyes are glossy with want. Need gathers between my legs when he takes a step closer, and I can feel the heat of his muscular body rolling off him in waves.
The way he’s looking at me doesn’t make it seem like he’s looking forward to cutting ties when we get back to Brumehill.
But maybe what he really wants is to keep hooking up, but without being exclusive anymore. Without pretending we’re anything more than friends with benefits.
The thought is almost enough to douse the embers of desire crackling inside me. But when Sebastian tugs me close to him and I feel the contours of his physique underneath his shirt, I quickly shove this issue into theworry about laterpile.
“You’re not allowed in here, you know,” I tease coyly, nestling against him.
Liquid heat throbs between my legs when he dips down to nip at the side of my neck.
“Mhm.” The vibration of his hum stimulates my sharp, peaked nipples pressing against him. “That’s why it’s so fucking hot.”
His lips touch mine, and I strain myself not to moan into the kiss. My nerve endings light up, an erotic thrill surging through me at the thought of doing this with Sebastian and forcing ourselves to be quiet, something we sure as hell haven’t done all the other times we’ve hooked up.
We slide into my bed, taking care to move cautiously so the mattress doesn’t squeak. It means it takes way longer than usual to strip our clothes off, when they normally fly off like a tornado, but it makes the gradual exposure of our bodies even hotter.
Sebastian drapes himself over me, entering me slowly so that I don’t gasp. The way he gradually fills me, inch by inch, has my eyes rolling back. I clench my throat, my lips voicelessly mouthing the curses and exclamations of pleasure that the sensation streaking through my body demands.
He pumps into me slowly. I can feel how hard he’s straining not to go faster, harder, and somehow that makes it so muchhotter. His lips brush against my ear, his low, restrained moans and growls rumbling against it.
The thrill and sense of danger sharpens the pleasure pulsing through my core. Already it feels so good, so intense and searing, that I have no idea how I’m going to keep myself quiet when I unravel.
Fire licks between my legs where Sebastian pushes with measured, steady thrusts. White-hot pleasure spills through me in liquid throbs, and my orgasm hits.
All I can do is clamp my teeth down on the hard knot of Sebastian’s shoulder muscle. My legs wrap around his trim waist, my arms clench around his neck, and I press my teeth to his skin, using every ounce of concentration and self-control I can summon to keep myself quiet while my climax unfurls.
My breath is a quivering whisp as I come down. My limbs feel like jelly. Sebastian goes limp, and his body becomes a heavy, comforting weight. Aftershocks of bliss thrum through me. Sebastian buries his face in the crook of my neck, his hot, damp breath ghosting against my skin.
Still being careful not to make noise, Sebastian rolls off me, then tugs my quilt over our naked bodies.
“You can’t stay all night,” I say, my voice clogged with exhaustion. “My mom never knocks in the morning.”
Sebastian hums. “I won’t. Just … for a little while.”
A little while. Is that all the time I have left with Sebastian?
Instead of worry and doubt spiraling through me at that question, I’m too tired to hold onto any train of thought. I just snuggle against Sebastian’s warm body as he loops his heavy, muscled arm around my waist, and before I know it, I’m asleep.
42
HARPER
Iwake up with my head on Sebastian’s chest. His arm is curled around me, his hand on my shoulder. My cheek feels too good against the soft fabric of his shirt. I nuzzle against it, pulling in a breath that smells like him.
My room got chilly overnight, and the heat of our bodies trapped under my heavy blanket feels so good that I never want to get up.
