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She flushed. “Well…I just…you know, have the experience what with my grandfather having a stroke.”

I slid the car into the garage and pressed the button to close the bay door.

“No, baby, you have the biggest heart.”

I took her face in my hands and kissed her.

As my tongue danced with hers, I realized it had been ages since we had kissed likethis, with our tongues tasting one another. We gave pecks on the cheeks and quick kisses on the lips, but those were affectionate, not intimate.

But this kiss—slow, searching, familiar—was a reminder of everything we used to be. And maybe, everything we were about to lose.

CHAPTER 13

Ophelia

Icould feel the electricity crackle between us as we stepped into the kitchen.

A stifling stillness hung between us, pressing down until even the smallest movement felt unbearable. My whole body buzzed with unease, like I was trapped in skin that no longer belonged to me.

Sebastian's eyes burned into mine, and I swear I could hear his pulse thudding in the silence, or maybe that was just mine racing out of control. I didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly his hands were on me, rough and possessive, yanking me so close I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my hip.

"Lia," he growled, his voice low and ragged, like he’d been holding back for years.

His breath was hot against my neck, and I could smell the wine and coffee still lingering on his lips. My knees threatened to buckle as he nipped at my earlobe, sending ashot of raw heat straight to my core.

"I’ve been fucking dreaming about this," he whispered, his hands roaming down my sides, gripping my ass hard enough to make me gasp.

I didn’t hold back, either.

My fingers clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. I yanked it over his head. He was just as delicious as I remembered—broad shoulders, toned chest, that little trail of hair leading down to the waistband of his jeans. I couldn’t resist running my hands over him, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. His skin was hot, almost scorching, and I could feel his heartbeat under my palm.

Sebastian’s hands were everywhere, pulling at my clothes like he couldn’t stand the barrier between us for one more second. My dress hit the floor with a whisper, followed by his jeans in a messy heap. He kicked them aside and stood in all his glory—his erection already leaking at the tip.

My mouth watered just looking at him.

He picked me up and put me up on the cold kitchen counter.

He ran his hands up and down my body. My arms went around him, my hands linking behind his neck. His mouth crashed down on mine in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, messy and desperate.

I was pressed against him, my legs curling around his waist. My hips arched up to rub against him, feeling the heat of his cock against my pussy. He growled again, low and feral, sending vibrations straight through my body.

"God, you’re wet," he muttered, his hand sliding downbetween my legs. His fingers brushed against my clit, and I gasped, throwing my head back. "Fuck, Lia, I’ve missed this. Missed you." He pushed a finger inside me, and I clenched around him, already close to the edge.

"Seb," I choked out, my hands knotting in his hair. “Now!”

He pulled his hand away, and I felt the tip of his penis at my entrance. The first thrust was slow, almost agonizing, as he pushed into me inch by inch. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of him as he filled me up, stretching me in the best fucking way.

"Christ, you’re tight," he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. "Fucking perfect."

He started to move then, his hips snapping against mine in a rhythm that had me seeing stars. Each thrust hit a delicious spot deep inside me, and I couldn’t stop the moans spilling from my lips. His hands moved over my breasts, down to my waist, and then gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises. And I wanted it harder, faster, rougher.

"Fuck, Lia," he panted, his breath hot against my skin. "You feel so fucking good. I’m not gonna last."

"Neither am I," I gasped, my nails digging into his back.

The pressure was building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I was right on the precipice. Then he hit that spot again with his cock, and I shattered, my body convulsing around him as I came with a cry that echoed through the room.

Sebastian wasn’t far behind. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his hips jerking ashe spilled himself with a low, guttural groan. His head rested in the crook of my neck, his chest heaving, and we stayed there for what felt like forever, tangled and spent.

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