Page 27 of Worth Every Moment
The dominance of his touch unleashes something inside me that I’ve kept locked down, and now that it’s out, I have no control over it. My hands are on his face, the scruff on his jaw rough against my palms as I force the kiss deeper, wanting to devour his mouth with my own.
Not far off, the couple are approaching climax, thrusting furiously, their moans gathering momentum.
Seb breaks our kiss, and I meet his gaze with alarm.Why is he stopping?
Seeing my panic, he smiles and whispers against my mouth. “I’ve wanted to kiss you forever.” He shakes his head a fraction, then adds, “I need to taste you. Can I taste you?”
His words set me on fire, and years of self-denial go up in flames. I’m all libido and nothing else. It has me flat on my back in seconds, knees raised, murmuringyes, yes,yesso quietly that I’m not sure even Seb can hear as he positions himself between my legs, nudging them further apart.
He lifts my dress, his fingers trailing over my underwear, teasing at the edges. I feel like a teenager, letting someone touch me for the first time. That’s pretty much exactly what I am. The only person who’s ever given me an orgasm isme. My hands, my fingers. No one’s touched me, and here I am giving it all away to Seb Hawkston on a meaningless Friday night. But if anyone knows what he’s doing, it’s Seb, so he’s a good choice, isn’t he?
He hooks his fingers into my thong and I raise my hips to let him ease it down my legs and toss it to the side. The air hits my pussy, and I’m deliciously exposed. He lowers himself to kiss my inner thighs, his lips working their way upwards, to the place I so desperately want him. A moan rises in my throat, but I hold it back. If we make too much noise, the couple will know we’re here.
He teases my entrance with a fingertip, taunting me as if to give me a chance to change my mind, but all I do is arch my hips. A low rumble of appreciation sounds in the back of his throat as he slides his finger inside. My body ignites, and I bite down on my lip to stop from crying out. Closing his eyes, his free hand tightens on my hip as if this is all too much for him. He pumps his finger inside me slowly like he’s relishing the sensation, muttering against my inner thigh so quietly the words are barely more than desperate exhalations.
He removes his finger, leaving me empty, but only for a second. Hot breath warms the space between my legs, and then his tongue is there, swiping along through my pussy lips.Oh, God. I clench my fists to restrain the wave of pleasure that assaults me. I didn’t know what this would be like, but it’s better than I could ever have imagined. He’s like velvet, tending me so carefully, caressing my most delicate parts like he treasures them, and a burst of heat surges through me. I never imagined it would feel this good.
He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, circling it back and forth. Sparks ricochet through my core. My back arches and my hips rise, seeking more. That rough scrape of his scruff against my sex.
And then he’s not gentle anymore. He’sdevouringme, tongue spearing my entrance, laving my juices. He moans against me, his large hands dimpling my arse, hauling me closer so he can feast. He nips at my clit, sucking and flicking it, while the fingers of one hand thrust deep inside me again. Stars flash in my vision. I bite back another moan, but holding it in makes me feel like I’m going to explode.
A wave of pleasure crests and crashes, bringing with it traces of doubt and regret; the unwelcome flotsam and jetsam of my ecstasy.What the fuck am I doing?I’ve held Seb Hawkston at arm’s length for years, and to break now… here… like this?To ruin our friendship when there’s a woman waiting for him downstairs?
I can’t do it.
My body and mind go to war. My body wants him,all of him, right here on the gallery floor. I’d give himeverything. But my reputation, my standards, my mother’s rules and the brand I’ve built my career on… Can I destroy all that for one moment of pleasure in Seb Hawkston’s arms? Can I do it knowing he came here tonight with someone else? Knowing I'm not even his first choice?
What I’ve done—what I’ve allowed to happen—is so out of character I can’t reconcile it with who I thought I was. My heart thunders in my chest as dizziness hits like an attack of vertigo.
We’re not even alone. There are other people in the room. If they were to see us, to realise who I am…
I jerk away from Seb’s mouth, wrenching my hips from his hands. I shunt backwards across the floor, closing my legs and sitting up. My heart races, each breath a struggle.
Seb’s mouth and chin, covered in my juices, glisten in the moonlight streaming in the window, but his wide, confused gaze is where I focus.
“What? What’s wrong?” he hisses.
I shake my head, unable to put into words what’s going on inside it. I need to get out of here. I need to get away from Seb.
What have I done?
I pull down my dress and stand, no longer caring that there are other people in the room. My movement disturbs their rhythm, and the man shouts, but I barely hear him.
The last thing I see is Seb’s shocked expression before I run from the room.
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SEB
“Mate, was that Erica Lefroy?”
I ignore the prick who’s shouting after me, pausing his fucking to ask if the woman who ran away from me when I was in the middle of eating her goddammed pussy istheErica Lefroy. The same woman whose ten-foot-tall image is plastered all over the walls of this room. I scoop up her thong and shove it into my pocket.
My cock is still hard; aching with need.Talk about left hanging. I don’t know if I’m angry or confused or both, but I’m propelled by the force of whatever-the-fuck-emotion it is out of the gallery and into the empty first floor corridor. The hum of chatter from the party in the atrium below drift upwards, echoing around me.
I can still taste her.She’s in my mouth, and at the same time, she’s slipping through my fingers. I’ve waited for a chance with Erica for years, and for a second, I thought I had it. But now she’s running—fuckingrunning—away from me. You’d think I was some kind of assailant the way she’s moving so fast.
I begin to jog, and in a few seconds, I’ve caught up with her. I grab her hand, but she yanks out of my hold, her face a vision of panic.
