Page 119 of Arianna

I feel his thick thigh between my own, causing a fire between my legs as only he can.

Sebastian breaks the kiss, pulling himself back. “You do things to me, Parisi. Things I have never felt before. It is more than just, lust that I know.” His lips are an inch from mine, our noses touching, our souls joined. “This thing in my chest is cosmic. New to me, and fuck me, so addicting.” He whispers.

“Watch your mouth. Gentlemen don’t curse, Senator, or haven't you heard?” I joke breathlessly.

Sebastian’s hands slip around both sides of my neck, and he exhales his greatest confession near my mouth. “I am breaking all my rules for you. I become someone else when you are around.” He drops a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. “I need you.”

I gasp before my fingers curl in his shirt. “Sebastian…”

He’s never said something as monumental as this to me before. I doubt this man has ever needed anyone, yet here he is, his beating heart pressed against mine, my hand, and confessing sweet truths to me.

Terrified, I am not only truthful to myself, but to him too. “When I look at you, I feel too much, and it terrifies me. You terrify me.” I whisper while he holds my gaze in a trance. “Because somehow you make the world stop for me. Nothing hurts, and everything seems possible with you. And as much as all these newfound feelings scare me, the thought of not having you scares me most.”

There.

I said it.

What I have been dying to say for weeks.

Months.

Hell, even years.

Because it seems as if I have been falling for this man before I even met him. Before I even knew what falling was.

Kismet.

That is exactly what we are.

Sebastian groans and kisses me so hard and gently at the same time. He kisses me as if I am precious. As if I am his and he is all mine. His hand spreads over the back of my head while his other takes me by the hip and drags our bodies even closer. So close that I can feel the straining muscles on his body through his clothes.

This is also new to me.

This insane need for more of him.

He is addictive, yes.

His kiss keeps me panting for more.

We both become hungry and impatient.

“So good,” Sebastian says between breathless kisses as my hands work his shirt, untucking it from his pants until I can touch the skin of his hard chest.

The cold from the snow is nothing compared to the raging fire crawling through my bloodstream as he kisses me and touches me frantically.

“I-I need you, Sebastian.” There. Another truth. I do need him, and not only to relieve the ache between my legs.

The lust-crazed man moans as our kisses grows more frantic. Feeling brave, I bite his lower lip and suck on it to soothe the pain of the bite as Sebastian positions himself between my legs.

When it all becomes too much, my hips rise to meet him, rubbing, begging. My breaths shallow, and my heart pounding so hard that I could feel it like a plea against his chest.

His heart is beating.

Wildly.

I do that to him.

Heat rises to the point of losing my mind, but it all stops. He stops before it goes too far. Where I want it to go. He snatches his lips from mine, looking down at me. Confused, I meet his gaze, not knowing what happened or what to say.

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