Page 102 of Late Nights & Love Lines
“So sweet,” he says as his tongue dips inside my channel.
My back arches off the bed. How can he play my body so effortlessly when I don’t even know my own song yet?
He pinches my clit, rolling it between two strong fingers, then taps it relentlessly in time with his tongue that dips in and out, licking, and sucking, and lavishing me with the most sensitive of kisses.
“Oh, God,” I moan. This man always makes me forget myself. He slips two fingers inside of me, curling and stroking. It’s too much sensation all at once. I twist and writhe, but he holds me steady. Sebastian’s long fingers strum me from the inside while his tongue mercilessly attacks my aching bundle of nerves.
“I don’t want to scare you, sweet, sweet Rowan, but you are mine.” He squeezes a third finger inside of me, and my body bows to his command. “Your pussy is mine. Your heart is mine.”
Words that would normally send me running only add to the erotic tension coiling within my body. Ripping the pillow from beneath my head, I bite down on it to muffle my sounds.
He wants me. He wants to keep me. And he’s the only one I’d consider staying for.
“Come for me, Rowan. Give me everything you have.” His words tear the sound from my throat. A cry of pure ecstasy, a cry of surrender that can’t be muffled by my pillow, even as I bear down on it.
My body tightens as everything goes silent in my head. Seb rips the pillow away from my face as wave after wave of pleasure drowns all my fears until the only thing that’s left to do is freely hand myself over to this man.
Slowly, the buzzing of my thoughts rolls back through my mind. But they’re quieter than normal, less antagonistic in their brutal truths.
I may as well be floating on a cloud high above the thorns of life.
Sebastian chuckles softly. Did he say something? His lips trail kisses up my stomach, to my neck, and finally my lips. Tasting myself on him is like a drug, something you never meant to try, but once you do, you want more.
I fumble with his belt, but a heavy exhaustion is rolling in, and my fingers tremble uselessly. He clasps my hands in his and shakes his head.
“Not tonight, sweetheart. Tonight, we sleep. We have a lifetime to explore.”
He shifts over me, pulling my back into his front, molding my body to his, but my mind settles on two words—a lifetime.
“A lifetime is an awfully long time.”
“Or maybe it’s not nearly long enough,” he whispers into my hair.
My heavy lids drift closed before I can remind him that I’m not a cuddler.
25
LIES MADE ME THIS WAY
SEBASTIAN
The front door slams shut with a deafening crack. What’s with all the screen doors at the beach? Have they not heard of hydraulics?
“Pappy, what the hell are you doing? Get out from under there.” The worry in Rowan’s tone has me leaning over the kitchen sink and pressing my nose to the window. She stands in front of her beat-up old Jeep with her hands on her hips and the toes of her right foot tapping aggressively into the gravel.
My little spitfire is probably about to shoot flames from her eyeballs.
Pappy’s body slowly crawls out from under the death trap she calls a car. This should be good.
Scanning the baby monitor, I find Kade on the indoor trampoline in the bunk room. Miles is busy at the counter, organizing his fishing lures.
“I’ll be right back, bud. I’m going to check on Pappy.”
“Rowan doesn’t sound happy with him,” he says as his face splits into a wide grin, showing off his big dimples I don’t see often enough anymore.
I chuckle too. “No, she doesn’t, does she?”
He shakes his head and continues sorting his fishing supplies while I slip around the corner to the front door.
