Page 85 of Worth Every Moment
The silence feels like it lasts an eternity.
“Are you going to say anything?” There’s a hint of worry in her voice that has my whole body aching to take her in my arms, hug her, make all of her worries disappear. But I also feel like I’m walking a tightrope… one wrong step and every good moment we’ve ever shared is going to plunge into oblivion.How the fuck do I handle this so she doesn’t fly off the handle and run away again?
“Are you sure?” I regret the words as soon as they’re out—I don’t want to give her the opportunity to change her mind, but I do need her to be sure. I want her to walk into whatever this is with complete certainty. I want her by my side, not behind me, pulled along by the insatiable desire I feel for her. This has to be her choice. Whateverthisis.
“I don’t make a habit of breaking into other men’s bedrooms and…” She waves her hand in the air like she’s too embarrassed to say ‘masturbate’ out loud. “You know. So, yeah. I’m sure. I’d have thought it went without saying, to be honest.”
I chuckle, but it sounds more like a cough because I kill it. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. “It does, but,fuck, it feels good to hear you say it.”
She looks up at me through hooded eyes that are full of apology, as though she’s worried that I’ll never forgive her. She needn’t be. I’d forgive her for anything.Everything. “I’m sorry I went into your room.”
“I’m sorry I watched.” I shrug like it’s no big deal. “If it makes you feel better, I came too.”
Her beautiful mouth pulls up at one side. “You did?”
“Fuck, yes. Hard. At my desk.”
She hangs her head, but the apples of her cheeks grow round for a second as she smiles to herself. “So… what now?” Her voice is breathy and full of need. The silence that follows is brittle, the sexual tension like glass on the cusp of shattering. She didn’t just come out here to talk. I can feel it in my bones. I set my glass down on the table and turn to face her, taking in the eager tilt of her body towards me, the unhinged edge to her gaze, as though she’s both frightened and aroused at once.
“Tell me what you want.”
She inhales. “I… I don’t know…”
I step a little closer, and her energy prickles all over my skin.Take it slow, Seb. Take it fucking slow.“Do you want me to touch you?”
She takes a few uneven breaths, not breaking eye contact, and then she nods, very slightly. I reach out, my fingertip grazing her shoulder, following the soft curve of it. The skin to skin sends a lighting strike right to my dick. I’ve touched Erica before, but never as intentionally as this. Never when the future of our relationship hinges on it, and each brush of skin is charged with both of our want.
She lets out a small whimper as though she could come if I did it one more time. To be honest, I think I might come if I touch her again.
“Here?” I ask.
She nods.
I run my index and middle finger across her collarbone, resting them in the divot at the base of her throat. “Here?” I whisper.
She nods again, swaying a little on the spot, her eyes fluttering closed.
I raise my open hand up her throat, my touch light, but I squeeze it just a little, and she moans at the pressure. “Do you know what you want yet?”
Her nod of the head is infinitesimally small. “Everything.”
“In that case…” I slide my hand to the back of her neck, fingers tangling the hair at her nape, tilting her head up to look at me. I pull her so close that my breath ricochets off her cheek when I whisper, “You’re going to let me do everything I’ve ever wanted to do to you.”
She swallows. “All at once?”
“No.” I stifle a smile. “Unless you want me to break you.”
“Seb.” There’s a desperate edge to her voice when she moans my name, and she pulls back, her grip tightening on the balcony as she stares out at the darkened park. It would be cold out here if it weren’t for the heaters on either side of us. She leans over the railing. “I think I might have a heart attack. I might be sick. I might—”
I step closer and put a hand on her waist, easing her gently round to face me again. I wait until she calms. “Please don’t do that.” I lean closer to her ear. “I have a much better idea.”
“What?”
“I’ll make you come so hard you’ll pass out.”
She shudders, a whimper sliding between her perfect lips. “Oh, fuck me.” It’s not a command, it’s a helpless and vulnerable whisper, and the need in her tone turns me on like nothing else. I groan against her neck, pulling her flush against me, and she tips her head back, breathing rapidly. “This is going to mess everything up.”
“It won’t. I promise. It’s going to make everything better.” She lowers her head and I press my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling. “Really,” I add with a slight shrug, “We’re fucked now anyway. So we might as well.”
