Page 84 of The Sebastian Guarantee
He set her down and knelt before her. He pulled off her boots and tossed them aside. Unbuttoning her jeans, he peeled the soaked denim past her thighs, then slid her panties down to join the fabric at her ankles. She shivered as the cool air met her wet skin.
“Let’s warm you up,” he growled, coming to his feet. “Hold on, lass,” he added in that accent that had her clenching her core.
She turned and gripped the edge of whatever the hell was against the wall, listening as he unzipped his pants. Then it dawned on her. She’d never done anything like this. Could someone find them at any moment? Possibly. But something inside her knew they were supposed to be here—like this place had been waiting for them.
She closed her eyes and focused on the sound of Sebastian’s breath. It mingled with the torrent of raindrops battering the roof. Then he was there, kissing her neck, holding her close. She brushed her ass against his cock.
“I will never get enough of you.” He guided himself inside her and inhaled a sharp breath. Nipping at her earlobe, he slipped his hand past her hip and massaged her tight bundle of nerves. Rocking into her, he caressed her most sensitive place, making love to her as he pleasured her with his hand. “This is me wanting you and only you. This is me,” he rasped, “taking what’s always been mine. When I’m done with you, Phoebe Gale, you won’t be thinking of me as your friend anymore. That word won’t even exist in your vocabulary.”
“You think you can screw a word right out of my head?” she asked, amazed she could still form a coherent question.
He dialed up his pace, taking her fast and hard. “I bloody guarantee it.”
His breathy words, hot against her skin, washed over her, bathing her in a fiery euphoria. She squeezed the fabric on the shelf and closed her eyes. Her entire universe contracted around the sway of their bodies, the slide of his cock, and the beat of their hearts. She hovered in that sensual space, a raindrop suspended in the air milliseconds before crashing to the ground.
“Phoebe, I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
His words snapped the last strands of her resolve. Wrapped in his warmth and drunk on his affection, she cried out, letting go and catapulting into a sea of bliss and love.
Love.
Sebastian held her close and followed her over the edge. Pistoning his hips, he cupped between her thighs, not letting up and demanding she feel every ripple, every pulse, and every sensual swell of their release. Breathing hard, she allowed him to support her weight as she leaned into him.
“Pheebs,” he breathed, “that was—”
“Something we should have started doing a lot earlier. I love you sex is out of this world,” she finished with a coy lilt to her voice, chest heaving as every muscle in her body relaxed.
He chuckled and kissed her neck. “Remember the cake we destroyed in college—the one for Oscar and Aria?”
“After everything that’s happened, you’re thinking about cake?” she asked, still catching her breath.
“Bear with me.”
She caressed his cheek, loving that he was still buried deep inside her. “Okay, yes, I remember the cakeyoudestroyed.”
He kissed her temple. “That’s still up for debate, but that’s not why I’m thinking of that cake.”
“All right, I’ll bite. Why, after making love in the dark in some random room in a little stone building, are you thinking of cake? Then again, cake does sound pretty good. All right, go on.”
“After it was a heap on the floor, you bent down and ran the tip of your index finger through the icing on the top part that hadn’t touched the ground. Then you slid your finger into your mouth. Do you remember doing that?”
She racked her brain. “No, but I’m not one to let sweets go to waste. Not to mention, eating cake off the floor sounds like something I’d do, so I’ll take your word for it. What made you think of that?”
“Jesus, you were so sexy, Phoebe,” he answered, his voice deepening as he traced the line of her collarbone. “I couldn’t tear my eyes away from you. Then you looked over your shoulder with your finger still in your mouth and caught my eye. And bloody hell, I was hard instantly.”
This was news to her.
“All I wanted to do,” he continued, “was press your body against the counter and screw your brains out until we both couldn’t see straight.”
“Sebby, I had no idea.”
“I hid it. I didn’t know what to do with those feelings. I put it out of my mind because we were best friends, but now you’re more than that to me.”
“What am I?”
“You’re all mine.”
“All yours,” she repeated, heady with the prospect of life with this man as not only her best friend but her lover—her love of a lifetime.
