Page 71 of Seeds of Love
When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard. His forehead rests against mine, thumb tracing patterns on my skin that make me shiver.
“Wow,” he whispers, and I can feel his smile.
“Yeah,” is all I can manage. Words feel inadequate.
The funny thing is, I’ve dated since Freddie. After we stopped being attached at the hip, guys actually started noticing me. I’d wondered if Freddie’s constant presence had been some sort of unintentional warning away. But those dates, that sex—it was like black-and-white sketches compared to this technicolor moment.
Being near Freddie feels like standing too close to a live wire, like every cell in my body is suddenly, vividly awake. No one else has ever made me feel this... alive.
We stay like that for a moment, savoring the closeness. But as the heat of the moment fades, reality starts to creep back in. What does this mean for us? For the project? For everything?
As if reading my thoughts, Freddie pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “So… what now?”
I bite my lip. “I don’t know. This is complicated.”
He nods, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it is. But maybe that’s okay. We don’t have to figure everything out right now.”
I consider his words, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe he’s right. Maybe we can take this one step at a time.
“Okay,” I say, offering him a small smile. “So for now, we’re…?”
“Two people who like kissing each other,” he whispers. His hand traces down my stomach, making me shiver.
“Freddie,” I breathe, unable to hold back anymore. “I can’t stop thinking about that night. About how much I want…”
“Lexie,” his voice is low, warning. “Wait. I need to say something first.”
He pulls back slightly, running a hand through his hair. “You deserve someone who can give you everything. The romance, the commitment, all of it. And that’s not me. Not right now.” His eyes meet mine, serious. “I care about you too much to let you build this up into something it can’t be. If we do this... it’s just this. Just us, wanting each other.”
My chest aches at his words, but I understand. And right now, with his body so close to mine, I don’t care about the future. I just want him.
“I know all that,” I say, reaching for him. “And I don’t care. I want you anyway.”
Something in his expression shifts, and suddenly he’s over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. The friction of his hips against mine pulls a moan from my throat.
“You sure about this?” he asks, voice rough with restraint. “Because once I start touching you, Lexie, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
My answer is to pull him down for a kiss, desperate and deep. His hands slide under my shirt, and this time, I let myself forget about everything but how good this feels.
His eyes darken in one swift movement as he positions his body above mine. His hips grind against me, and the friction makes me moan.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, voice rough.
I nod, unable to form words as his fingers slip lower. The first touch is gentle, his palm flat as he rubs my swollen clit.
“Like this?” he murmurs against my neck, circling slowly.
“Yes,” I breathe, digging my hands into his shoulders. “More, Freddie. Please,” I plead.
His other hand reaches up to grab my breast, and the hand in my pants continues circling. I need more. I need to feel him inside me. The dual sensation makes me arch into his touch, wanting more. “Freddie,” I moan, asking. Hoping he understands. When he slides a finger inside me, my breath catches and my jaw goes slack.
He works me slowly, deliberately, his thumb still making those maddening circles while his finger curls perfectly inside me.
Both of his hands leave me at once, and I whimper at the loss of contact. He quickly removes his shirt and trousers before helping me with mine. I take a second to admire him in the dim light, and my god, I forgot howimpressiveFreddie Donovan is.
He spreads my legs open with his hands and lies next to me, sucking and humming against my nipple while his hand massages my hot, wet core. The pressure builds within me, the tension between us reaching its peak. His hand picks up the pace, and I throw my head back into the bed, unable to think straight. He turns his attention to my other nipple, licking and sucking it.
“Oh God, Freddie—” My knees try to close together, but he uses his leg to force them open. My whole body shakes, and I come while his hand still works inside me. Pleasure rolls through me, and I curl into him as I come down to earth.
