Page 24 of The Chance
Walking his fingers to my ass, he cupped my buttocks and squeezed. "Take off your jeans, Lexi and let me see what panties you’re wearing."
My heartbeat went wild. "Oh yeah, like this?" I inched back and unbuttoned my jeans slowly, edging them over my hips and shimmying them past my knees. "I came prepared, Seb. I'm not wearing any panties."
He growled, firing up a quiver in my belly. "Even better than I could ever imagine." Lowering his dark gaze, black lashes barely batted and his eyes lingered between my parted legs. "Spread them wider," he ordered.
My ankles were held prisoner by the crumpled denim puddled on the floor, but I shifted them farther apart as best as I could.
"It was just by chance that you rounded up our cows and walked into my life like the brightest star in the darkest night, Lexi. You stole the breath from my lungs when I saw your tousled hair and sexy smile." Keeping his eyes on me, he began to walk around my quaking body, surveying me. "You're messing with my head." I couldn't see him as he hesitated behind my back, but I sure as hell felt the pads of his fingers when he crouched behind me. He lifted the hem of cashmere and smoothed his palms over my lower back, pushing me down. "Bend forward, hands on your knees."
I tilted my torso, so it was parallel with the concrete flooring. Large hands kneaded and groped. He hummed his approval when my flesh indented under his touch. Dropping my head, I peered through the gap at my knees. I couldn’t see his face buried in my throbbing heat, yet the sensation compelled me to suck in sharply through gritted teeth. It was glorious and naughty, every swipe of his tongue mixed with hunger and pleasure.
The divine torture stopped just as my insides were about to explode. Rising to a stand, his hands roamed freely until he found my braless boobs. He wrapped my ribs, maneuvering me upright so I jerked into his firm chest.
"You knew what I wanted from you?" His head angled and hot lips brushed the shell of my ear. I nodded, leaning my back into him. "I want your company as much as I want this," he hissed out.
"You don't have to pretend, Sebastian." I groaned as he rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb. "We both know what this is."
"What is this?" he asked in a low curious growl.
"Sex," I whispered.
"Is it?"
What the hell was that supposed to mean. "You told me it was just sex. That you're leaving soon."
"Maybe I want to see more of you, more of these." His nails scraped over my breasts as he pushed them upwards with a deep massaging movement. Before I could even question him, he barked out, "Remove the jeans from your ankles so I can get at you properly." Then he stood back, watching me kick off my flats and yanking my feet out of the denim material.
When I turned around, he had a length of baler's twine threaded through his fingers. "Top off," he commanded.
The sweater slipped over my sensitised skin until my bare torso was presented before him. The thrill of the cool air whirling through the barn, agitating loose strands of hay was like the calm before a storm. He was quiet for a heart stopping second. The expression on his face darkened when he stepped into the shadows.
"Hold out your wrists." His voice was all but a rasp. “I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.”
Clamping my hands together, I presented them forward and swallowed hard. He laced the fine cord around my wrists in a figure of eight, looping and securing them together. Then he walked me back until my legs hit scratchy hay. Buttons popped free and crazy heartbeats thumped in my chest. His jeans fell and he quickly toed them off with his boxers briefs a close second. Without hesitation, he rolled a thin rubber condom over the pulsating vein of his length.
In that moment of concentration, his face softened, and his beautiful lips pulled in between his teeth until his task was complete. The last of his businessman persona was removed when he shrugged off the fresh shirt. Once he was naked and ready, he lifted my bound wrists and placed them over his head, so my arms surrounded his neck and the weight of his dick hit my belly.
With one arm, he hooked the curve of my lower back while flicking out his shirt with his free hand for a more comfortable landing. I lay on the rich cotton, connected to him, pulling closer, tighter.
"I can't make you any promises, Lexi. I've got a lot to sort out. But I want to see you again."
"I'd like that." More than anything.
When he smiled down at me with a wolfish grin, I half expected him to eat me alive, but he nuzzled my neck and rained feathery kisses along my collar bone. "You're better than any teenage fantasy."
"Thank fuck for that," I giggled out a sigh.
With my arms around his neck and our eyes holding each other in a hopeful spell, Sebastian rutted into me until my guttural groans were drowned out by his satisfied growl.
Ten
Sebastian dropped me at my front door at ten o’clock, as promised. Neither of us spoke about the future, we just laughed about how I got wedged down the crack of two bales mid thrust. His husky laugh had the power to ignite a flame in my heart, and I knew it would never die out.
Standing on the porch with moonlight veiling his angular jaw and dazzling in his eyes, the friendly expression suddenly faded, and his lips tightened to a firm line.
"Everything okay?" I asked as he pressed his shoulders to the wall and looked to the stars.
"It will be." His hands slotted into his pockets and his knee lifted so the sole of his boot scraped the stone beneath.
