Page 84 of Head Over Wheels

My hair stood on end. ‘Yes,’ I managed to answer, but it came out mostly breath.

‘You’re here withmenow? Not the team or Instagram or the sponsors?’

‘I’m here with you.’

Nuzzling my ear, his voice low and inviting, he said, ‘Just one more thing.’

I grasped his shirt as I nodded, drunk on that cocky tone.

‘Your tits look spectacular in this shirt.’

Heat blossomed so suddenly I wanted to laugh, my breasts growing heavy. ‘Thank you,’ I said drily.

Dropping to his knees, he scrunched up my vest top, raking his hands up my sides as he tugged it off. Extricating me from my sports bra a moment later, he clutched me around the ribs and hesitated over my breasts with a lopsided smile.

‘I’ve never spent enough time here,’ he murmured, dropping his mouth to the inside curve of one breast. With his hair grazing one nipple and his breath teasing the other, my vision dimmed at the torture of anticipation. He gave the soft flesh a little nip, sending a thrill over my skin, and then closed his mouth over the nipple – slowly, while peering up at me from under his lashes, as though he knew I would splinter.

His mouth over my nipple, his fingers digging into my skin, he wound me up so tight I was wriggling and whimpering,needy and demanding, pushing my breasts into his face, not caring if he knew I was desperate.

‘You’re so beautiful, Lore,’ he hummed. ‘You’re beautiful when you fight and even more when you let me see you.’

He groaned and took my breasts into his hands, working the nipples with his stiff tongue, and any thought of questioning his words flew from my mind. I had to accept them. My freckly, restless body drew satisfied rumbles and needy moans from deep in his chest.

Pushing me down onto the bed, he grasped the waistband of my pink sweatshorts and peered at me again. ‘These are cute. I really like you in summer.’ Here was sweet Seb, LoonieDunes, and even though cocky Seb could get straight into my undies any day, sweet Seb was welcome too.

‘I dream of this sometimes,’ he murmured, before leaning in to press a firm kiss right over my clit, drawing a keening moan from my lungs at the burst of sensation. Slipping a finger inside my underwear to tease me first, he peeled it off, not even bothering to tug the fabric over my other ankle before coming back with a groan.

And then his mouth was there, nipping, sucking, his tongue nudging my clit gently and then swirling around it until I was losing my mind, shaking and throwing my head back. He teased me with one finger and I blurted out some gibberish.

‘I can’t take it!’ I panted. ‘I want you inside me.’ Next time we had two months apart, we were having phone sex.

He pressed kisses up the centre of my stomach and between my breasts, both blowing my mind with tenderness andmercifully giving me time to recover from the overstimulation. Stripping off his shirt, quickly followed by his shorts and boxers, he came down on top of me, propped up on one elbow, and settled my leg firmly around his hips.

His feet were still on the floor, pressing the hard length of his cock tight between my legs, making my eyes cross and a gasp escape my lips. He soothed me, brushing the strands of hair out of my face as my heart pounded against my ribs.

‘I wish I could play more,’ he said with a small smile, pressing a kiss to my jaw. ‘But you’re so sensitive right now.’ A slow, drugging kiss to my mouth. ‘And I want to be inside you too,’ he whispered. ‘More than anything.’

Slowly, gently, with building pressure and an expression on his face that made me wonder if he was breaking a little as well, he pushed all the way in, locking his body to mine. We stilled for a moment, panting, staring at each other.

Then I reached for him, needing my fingers on his skin, more points of contact, and the friction broke over us as he gave a tight thrust. The sound that emerged from his lips was tortured with pleasure and would ring in my ears for weeks. His eyes slammed shut and his mouth came down on mine, hungry and clumsy and breathless.

Fumbling for my hand, he tangled his fingers with mine and thrust – again and again.

‘There’s no one in the world like you, Lori,’ he mumbled. ‘No one I can fuck like I mean it.’

My skin prickled, adding another layer of sensation to the onslaught from his body over mine. I needed to hold ontosomething in his words, but my thoughts kept slipping into feelings. The frenzied pump of his body into mine, so hard I had to roll my hips to take it.

‘S-s-seb,’ I whimpered through the first cracks.

‘Yes,’ he whispered. ‘I feel you. Let go, baby. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.’

Flailing an arm out for him, I found his hair and fisted my hand in it. I had to squeeze my eyes shut as I went under, unable to breathe for a moment, buffeted and thrown and overrun, floating somewhere in sensation. I was only aware of Seb gasping in my ear, his breath flowing out on a rush as his body spent itself with mine.

He was so close I heard him swallow as we tried to calm our breathing. He collapsed onto the bed next to me, our legs hanging over the edge, and rubbed his forehead. When he glanced at me, there was a hint of haunted dismay that he quickly blinked back.

I didn’t want to push him – not then. But I knew what he was feeling. We’d gone too far, blown this thing between us way out of proportion. I, for one, didn’t want to go back.

Chapter 33

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