Page 83 of The Sebastian Guarantee
She balked. “Are you blaming me?”
“No, I’m the guilty party here. What I’m telling you is that the day you sent that text, it broke me.”
She stared at him as the pieces came together. “The text about Jeremy being my match?”
“I read it, and nothing made sense anymore because . . .” He stroked his thumb across her bottom lip. “Because you couldn’t meet your match.”
She pushed him away. He wasn’t making any sense. “You don’t think there’s anyone out there for me?”
“No, just listen. You couldn’t meet your match with an app or on a blind date or at some coffee shop, because you’ve already met your match. Madelyn Malone was right. Our matches had been made. You met your match on a summer day. You’d barely been introduced when you made him call you Phoebe, Princess of the Hot Dog Fairies, Bearer of Cookies, and Eater of Pizza.”
“Sebastian,” she whispered, her heart swelling as the little love seed in her chest bloomed.
He gathered her into his arms, smiling that boyish grin that made her weak in the knees. It didn’t matter that she was soaked to the bone. The cold and wet disappeared as she closed her eyes. Her entire body craved his kiss. Her heart pounded. Sweet anticipation electrified the air. She could sense the energy and feel the ions dancing around them. With his lips a breath away, a tingle danced down her spine. She smiled, ready to be kissed into a soggy oblivion, when another bolt of lightning sliced through the atmosphere, landing not five feet from where the fox had nearly been barbecued.
She screamed and nearly jumped out of her skin. What was the name of this trail? Killer Lightning Alley?
Another round of rolling thunder grumbled, and the clouds crackled with threads of electricity.
“Listen, Pheebs,” Sebastian said, eyeing the sky warily, “I want to kiss you until I can’t feel my lips, but we can’t do it here. We have to go back to the lodge.”
“No, the trail is too waterlogged,” she replied, recalling Mae’s warning. “We’ll get stuck. I saw a stone building just past where the fox was sitting.” She pointed to a spot between a trio of aspens. “It’s our best option.”
“I see it,” he said, taking her hand.
They darted up the wet trail, avoiding the slick spots, and came upon a fork in the path where a narrow limestone walkway branched off the muddy trail. Hand in hand, they sprinted toward the pale yellow and burnt orange stone structure. The rocky oasis looked like something out of a mountain fairy tale, with a pitched, pointy roof and an arched wooden door.
“Is this somebody’s house?” she asked as they scaled the few steps to the door.
“I’m not sure.” Sebastian knocked, then pulled on the handle, but the thing didn’t budge.
A blustery gust of wind sent the rain sideways, and a sharp set of bangs cut through the pounding rain.
“Let’s check the back,” he called as the banging continued.
“Do you see that?” she called as the wind opened and closed a weather-beaten door.
“We’re going in,” Sebastian called. “We can take shelter here.”
He held the door for her, and she slipped into the darkened space. She inhaled the comforting scents of rain and cedar wood, grateful to escape the downpour. Sebastian entered a second later, then pulled the door shut behind him.
She felt around, searching for a light switch, but stilled when Sebastian came up behind her. “I’m looking for a l—” she began, but he didn’t let her finish.
He dropped his backpack onto the floor. It hit with a wet thud. In a fluid motion, he gripped her hips and spun her to face him. He gathered her into his arms. “I can’t wait, Phoebe. I need you now. I need to be inside you.”
Arousal and adrenaline coursed through her veins. Surrendering to desire, she pressed up onto her tiptoes. He ducked his head and kissed her, devouring her with an urgency that had her breathless within seconds. Deepening the kiss, he lifted her into his arms, holding her wet body flush with his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and threaded her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. She hummed her pleasure as the velvety warmth of his mouth had her near-delirious with desire.
This was no slow and sultry make-out session. Sebastian was positively ravenous—and he wasn’t alone. Desperate for more, she arched into him. With his hands palming the globes of her ass, she rocked her hips, feeling him thick and hard between her thighs. He took a few steps and stopped when they bumped into what must have been a ledge or a shelf with something soft, possibly tablecloths or blankets, piled high.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Shelf . . . blankets . . . all good,” she whispered between kisses, then reached back and pushed aside something smooth and solid—perhaps a leather-bound book.
But the last thing on her mind was conducting an inventory. With Sebastian rolling his hips in time with her, the friction teased her most sensitive place, rubbing her at a pace that had her roaring toward an orgasm.
Sensing her heightened arousal, he tightened his grip on her ass. “You like that. But you want more, don’t you?”
Hell, yes, she did. She ached for his cock. “You know what I want.”
