Page 39 of Playing For Keeps

“You look so fucking good. I don’t think I’ve gotten a chance to tell you yet tonight.” He rasped it into her ear, control fraying with increasing speed.

“The feeling is mutual. I’ve been having a hard time paying attention to much else.”

She initiated another kiss, her hands cupping his cheeks and her mouth slanting over his in a way that let him know there was no chaste intention behind it. She left him breathless, pulling away briefly, and he mourned the loss of contact.

“Thank you,” she said between kisses.

“For?” He wanted to take credit, but he had no idea what she could be thanking him for.

“Corinne. She told me you talked to her and she came over to apologize. She was lashing out because she felt out of control. I was the one caught in the crossfire. We had a nice little chat about what’s been going on. And about you. There might have been a mention of you being protective and intimidating.”

“Me? She came on fairly strong herself. I was worried she was going to poke a hole into my shoulder.” It still smarted slightly.

“Yeah, she was checking in to see how things were going between us. Obviously, the answer was ‘well.’” Farren smiled, brazen and teasing, her dark eyes sparkling with humor and a little bit of intoxication. Sebastian smiled against where her hands still cupped his cheeks, sinking down to sample more of her.

He backed her away from the table, walking them over to the wall and pressing up against her. His lips burned a trail down the side of her neck, and she gripped his hair in her hand, pulling his head back in a way that had something tightening deep in his stomach. They had the room to themselves for now, others finishing up the game in the living room, a few messing around outside playing a drunken version of hide-and-seek in the woods.

“We shouldn’t do this here.” Her voice was breathy, disappointed.

Sebastian pulled away, trying to gather his wits, but she grabbed his breastplate and tugged him toward her.

“I said not here. I didn’t say not at all.” One last heated kiss, and she threaded her fingers through his, leading him away from the common areas and potential prying eyes. The first door they found was the kitchen, dark and uninhabited but not the most conducive. A rough-hewn door to the backyard wasn’t his pick either.

Farren found another door off the kitchen, white and unobtrusive. Both of them were astonished to find a day room, just a step down from where they stood. Light and breezy curtains covered the windows encircling the room, bathing the space in a silvery glow from the moon, a beam slicing through the gaps in the fabric and casting long fingers of light that seemed to reach toward them.

She didn’t hesitate, stepping into the room and urging him to join her. He had the presence of mind to check the door, locking it from the inside so this private moment could stay theirs.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I’ve been carrying a freaking condom in my wallet for weeks.” His words were harsh, unable to keep his cool any longer. She answered by kissing him deeply before stepping back to undo her shoes.

A daybed was tucked up into a corner, a few other chairs and a sofa finishing out the room. Farren pulled him toward the bed, already yanking on the hard chest plate, and he pulled away briefly to relieve himself of the barrier, tossing the condom on the bed. His Pteruges joined the growing pile on the ground, leaving him only in his boxer briefs and the tunic.

He leaned forward, trying to lace his fingers through her hair, a frustrated growl coming up from his throat when the wig got in the way. It was Farren’s turn to rid herself of cumbersome accoutrement, wig and wings draped across one of the chairs.

“I need you,” he pleaded, hands gripping her waist and his cock straining, aching for her.

“I’ve thought about this for so long,” she answered, and they stretched out onto the bed, his body poised over hers, her leg out of the slit and wrapped around his waist. Sebastian’s hand roamed, under the fabric and over the curve of her hip, pulling back in surprise when he realized she didn’t have any underwear on.

“Just for you,” she said, and it fucking devastated him.

Sebastian nipped at her neck, a small bite at her ear lobe, and she rewarded him with a soft moan. Her nails tried to find purchase on his back, fabric in the way. She made a little dissatisfied noise in the back of her throat.

“I know. I want to touch all of you too but there’s no time. Need to be in you right now.” He pulled his boxer briefs down his legs and fumbled for the condom on the bed.

“Fine. But I will have you totally naked soon. Quick, before anyone finds us.” Farren didn’t have to say it twice.

Sebastian hissed as the fabric rubbed against his engorged head, frantic for her and the promise of her body. He moved between her knees, his large hand working the material up her leg until they were both free of the dress, and he could slide back down the bed between her thighs to taste her.

The fucking beautiful gasp she gave when his lips pressed to the inside of her generous thigh was only surpassed by her hand gripping his hair. Her back arched up when his kiss found her sweet heat. She was there, wet and hot already.

“Please.”

He wasn’t sure if it was her or him that asked, knew only it was what tipped him over from hungry to starved. Sebastian rose, sheathing the condom over his hardness and lifted himself, held his body poised over hers and so close, he wanted nothing more than to sink into oblivion.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, trying to keep her in the forefront of his mind, wanting her to enjoy this just as much as he did.

“Yeah—” Her fingers lifted the tunic, hand skating over his tensed abdomen, wrapping around where he waited, heavy and hard. It was Sebastian’s turn to teeter on that edge, hissing in a breath at her small hand wrapped around him, pumping a few times before she lined him up and he pushed into her with a groan.

Her mouth fell open, hands digging into his ass as he slowly stretched her, enjoying every inch before he bottomed out, and Sebastian could have sworn he’d died and gone to heaven. Not that he’d ever been particularly religious or concerned with the afterlife. But here, with her heat wrapped around him, her hands laying waste to the parts of his body she could reach—it felt like being burned by the sun, consumed by the divine fire of her body.

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