Page 12 of The Chance
"Biscuit?" I knew whatIwanted, but did he want that too?
"Sure, if that’s all you’ve got?" he answered with a low rasp.
Adrenaline set in motion a skitter of chills, making every movement fast as I searched for the biscuits.
I heard his chair judder over the groves on the flooring, and all I could do was embrace the high vibes of pleasure from his sudden close proximity. Seb stood directly behind me, radiating a magnetic pull. He lingered patiently, waiting for me to turn around.
"Hey." The bassy tone evoked a thrilling tremor in my core. I sucked in strongly.
Keeping my eyes forward, I tinkered with the ceramic lid on the biscuit canister. He was within reach, so close that I swore I heard him swallow. "Custard cream or chocolate cookie?" I questioned with rushed alliteration.
A hand enveloped my elbow and he whirled me around, so my chest crashed into his. A gust of hot air blasted from both my lungs in a loud whoosh. An expectant gaze dawdled on my mouth, waiting, hesitating… provoking.
"You saved me a fortune. How about dinner some time?"
"Tonight?" I asked like an eager beaver.
"Sorry, not tonight. I'm meeting up with some old school friends.”
"Oh, yeah that's right.” I feigned indifference with a light sigh. “I'm out tonight too. I forgot." Was I? I was out most weekends, but whatever plans I had for tonight were far, far away in the back of my mind because his crystal blue eyes were laser focused on my mouth.
"Another time. Soon." His appetising tongue poked out of his mouth and swiped a set of sinful lips like a wolf sizing up a snack. The inferred gesture made me inquisitive. He surely tasted as amazing as he looked. I noted the pulse slamming in his throat, telling me this situation was about to go from biscuits to bedroom in five...I rose up on tiptoes, four...I brushed my fingertips over his shirt, three...I balanced before his lips, hoping for him to take control, two...
"Lexi, are you awake?" My dad’s voice ripped through the thick atmosphere like the school bell announcing the end of break.
Before Seb backed off, his mouth advanced quickly. The sensation of his tongue sliding into my mouth gave way to an eruption of my surrender and I moaned into him. Our lips clung momentarily until he hummed and drew in my bottom lip. The vibrations were the catalyst to my stunned stupor. He broke the rousing connection with a sly smirk and a flirty brush of my chin with his fingers. My heart hammered, and I blew out a steadying breath. In one swift movement he rotated his hips and rested on the edge of the counter, folding his arms casually.
The burning swell between my thighs had escalated to my belly. Wild flutters danced a happy trail down my back, curling my toes. Fanning my fingers on my breastbone, I tried to regain my composure before my dad walked in.
And there he was. My father strode into the room, the king of his domain. Seb was effortlessly aloof, bordering on nonchalant, like nothing magical had just happened. And really what had happened? – Other than blowing my fucking mind and turning me on like the switch to a ticking sex bomb. Clearly he wasn't affected by the lip locking lunacy that had me burning up with Sebastian fever.
"Good morning, Mr. Knight." Seb held out his arm and gripped my father on the shoulder as they shook hands. "I'm your neighbour. Lexi let me use the printer, so I could order a part for our old tractor."
"I don't recognise you," my father replied coolly as he was skeptical of most people.
"My sister and brother-in-law run the farm a few fields down. I’ve been running the farm while Wayne gets back on his feet, literally." I found myself leaning into him, waiting for my brain to catch up with what happened. The sound of his voice weakened my knees, or maybe it was the heat left on my lips from his. Focusing on my father's face, I pulled myself together.
"Oh, is that the chap who fell through the barn roof?"
"The same idiot." Seb sighed like his brother-in-law’s stupidity was obvious.
"How terrible. Will he walk again?" My father scratched his white bristled jaw.
"He's already walking. The physio said it'll be a few more weeks before he's ready for physical labour. I'll be gone before then. I have my own stuff to take care of in Dublin." His eyes cut to mine with silent recognition. They turned dark and unknown with the reality of our situation. In a few short weeks he'll vanish from life as quickly as he appeared.
"Thanks for your help, Lexi. I'm going back to the farmhouse now." His chin dropped, and he snatched his wallet, slotting it back into his pocket. “I’ll grab the invoice from the printer on my way out.”
I watched him leave, out of shock, or devastation, or just because there was no point seeing him to the door as I knew he would never be mine.
Six
I had to break the 'not so' devastating news to Linda. Blake wasn't the guy for me. He might be her dream tag team partner, but I'd been treated to an evening of all things Blake related and came away worrying if he'd given me the cold sore virus.
"I'd rather kiss a trout than have those lips on me again." I lay back on the bed with my phone pressed to my ear.
Seb left an hour ago, and I had to helped my mum into bed. My parents came home early because Mother apparently ate a funky prawn the night before and her stomach was in knots.
"You're so fussy, Lexi," Linda snapped.
