Page 72 of Taken Off Camera
His breath catches. “Yes.”
My fingertips brush his cheek, tracing the raised ridge of scar tissue that runs from temple to jaw. Sebastian’s eyelashes flutter closed, his breath escaping in a shaky exhale as he leans into my palm.
“I’m still angry with you,” I whisper, even as my thumb strokes along his cheekbone.
“You should be.” His tongue skips along his bottom lip. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”
“No, you don’t,” I agree. “Not yet.”
I lean forward, closing the last inches between us, and kiss him.
Sebastian freezes for a heartbeat, then melts with a soft rumble that vibrates beneath my palm. His hands rise to hover at my waist, still afraid of taking what isn’t explicitly offered.
I press closer, parting my lips in invitation, and whisper, “Touch me.”
The permission breaks his restraint, and he grips the front of my hoodie, pulling me forward until I tumble into his lap. The leather chair creaks beneath our combined weight as I straddle him, knees finding purchase on the cushion on either side of his thighs. His mouth opens under mine, tongue sliding across my bottom lip in a request that sends heat coursing straight to my hips.
I grant him access, and his mouth is all coffee and cinnamon, his familiar heat stealing my breath. The stubble on his jaw scratches my palms as I cradle his face, holding him to me. His hands slide beneath my hoodie to find bare skin, callused fingers tracing patterns up my spine and leaving trails of fire in their wake.
“Micah,” Sebastian breathes my name between kisses. “I need—I want?—”
“What?” I rock on his lap, his cock hardening beneath me. “Tell me what you need.”
“To prove I can be better.” His hands squeeze mywaist, firm but gentle. “That I can control myself. Be the Alpha you deserve.”
The vulnerability in his face steals my breath. All his power, his wealth, his strength, and what matters most to him is proving he won’t hurt me.
I brush my thumb across his bottom lip, red and swollen from our kisses. “You didn’t hurt me during my Heat. I wanted everything you gave me.Everything.”
Sebastian shakes his head, his scarred face tight with regret. “You cried.”
“I was aware enough at the beginning to remember demanding you continue.” My hips shift, and the friction draws a groan from his throat. “And I don’t regret your Mark. Not for a second.”
His hands slide to my thighs, gripping hard enough that I might find fingerprints later. The thought sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
“Let me show you I can do better,” he begs. “Let me take care of you in the right way.”
In answer, I pull my hoodie over my head and toss it aside.
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The cool air of the room raises goose bumps across my chest, my nipples hardening in the chill. Sebastian’s pupils dilate until only a thin ring of hazel remains.
“You’re so beautiful.” His palms skim up my sides, thumbs brushing over my nipples in a touch so light it might be accidental.
When I arch into his hands, he repeats the motion with more intent, circling the sensitive flesh until I gasp.
His mouth replaces his fingers, hot and wet around one nipple, while his hand continues to tease the other. The dual sensation pulls a moan from deep in my chest, my fingers threading through his shorthair to hold him close. His tongue flicks the hardened peak, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my groin.
“Too many clothes,” I mutter, tugging at his button-up shirt.
Sebastian pulls back, his lips wet and red, to look up at me. “Here? Anyone could walk in.”
I glance at the bank of monitors, then back to him. “You’re telling me you don’t have a lock on the door?”
A small smile tugs at his mouth. “Fair point.”
He reaches around me to press a button on his desk, and the soft click of the lock engaging echoes in the room. Then his hands move to my belt, unbuckling it before popping the button on my jeans. The zipper slides down with a metallic whisper that sends a shiver of awareness through me.
