Page 78 of The Bourbon Bet
Sebastian begins pulling up my leggings, his movements gentle but decisive.
What the hell?
“Okay,” he says.
Wait, what? “What are you doing?”
“I’m stopping. You said you aren’t sure.” His eyes hold mine, steady and serious despite the flush on his cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
My heart softens like butter left out in the warm sun. This man, capable of such intensity moments ago, now backs away at my slightest hesitation. I sit up and cradle his face, kissing him and tasting desire on his tongue. “I definitely don’t want to stop. I meant I’m not sure if I have condoms.”
“Oh. Okay.” He nuzzles into my neck. “But know, I’m happy to explore your body all night with my hands and mouth.”
“And I, yours. But I’d rather do more. Let me look to see what I have while you remove those.” I push on his pants and pull them off his hips.
I twist around, yanking open the top drawer on my nightstand, and ransack the contents, tossing charger cords, books, and other clutter onto the floor. Nothing. No. No. Desperation crawls through me. There has to be one somewhere in all this stuff.
Behind me, the whisper of fabric against skin teases at my concentration. The mattress dips, and then his lips press against my spine, each vertebra receiving attention that sends shivers radiating outward. My search slows, then falters completely.
“Any luck?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.
With effort, I drag my focus back to the task. I slam the now empty drawer shut and attack the one below. More books, boxes, and useless crap. Wait! A strip of individually wrapped square packages peeks from between the pages of an old paperback. I yank the makeshift bookmark from the drawer with a triumphant cry. “Bingo!” I shout.
He laughs against my back. “Found your prize.”
“You.” I turn, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him backward onto the bed. “Are my prize.”
His smile starts sweet, then transforms—lips curling at the corners, teeth flashing in a way that makes my stomach clench. “And you are the sweetest treat. Like cotton candy that melts on my tongue.”
I straddle him, impatient again, tearing at the condom wrapper with my teeth. My hands shake with renewed urgency. I grasp his erection and stroke him from base to head. His eyes slam shut, head pressing back into the pillow, every muscle in his neck standing out in sharp relief. The way his hips rock with my strokes is hypnotic.
I can’t wait any longer. Releasing him, I roll the condom down his thick, long length. The careful tenderness of moments ago evaporates like morning dew under a brutal sun. We’re back to urgent need, primal and raw.
He surges upward, rolling on top of me, but he doesn’t push inside. Instead, he glides along me, pressing into my clit, his kisses turning rough again, teeth scraping my lower lip.
“Sebastian, please,” I hiss, spreading my legs and lifting my hips in invitation. He rocks into me, filling me in a way that’s sin and heaven. His thrusts are shallow, each one slightly deeper than the last, giving me time to adjust and promising pleasure.
The restraint in his movements betrays his struggle for control. “How do you feel this good?” he asks, as he bites then kisses my shoulder.
He shifts onto his elbows, eyes finding mine. The raw vulnerability there catches me off guard. “Are you okay?” he whispers.
I nod, but I’m not sure if that’s true. This is too good, too intense and consuming.
Fighting against my rising tide of panic, I wrap my legs around him and urge him deeper. When he’s all the way inside me, he grinds against my clit. I gasp, sparks shooting through my belly, and the embers of my earlier orgasm flare unexpectedly.
“Rosalia, you’re perfect. I’m damn near losing my mind.”
My pulse thunders in my ears. Every nerve ending blazes alive. I kiss him hard, our teeth clicking together in my haste. “Then let go,” I urge him.
“Not until you come again.”
“That’s impossible. You’ll be trying all night and have nothing for your effort, so focus on yourself.”
“Are you kidding? Nothing for my effort?” He drags his tongue along my neck, teeth scraping the sensitive spot below my ear. “Getting to be in this body all night long is all the reason I need.”
He rolls onto his back, taking me with him. His hands lock onto my hips like iron bands, lifting me up until we’re nearly separate, then driving me back down onto him, impaling every one of my swollen nerves, making me whimper.
I take over, setting a pace that borders on frantic. He explores my body, palms rough against my skin. His thumbs press into my clit, and a shock of sensation steals my breath as the possibility of another orgasm materializes out of nowhere.
