Page 79 of Reckless Hearts
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he watches me approach.
My cock, which deflated during the interaction with our unexpected guest, is definitely stirring back to life.
I crawl onto the bed, hovering over Seb. “Well, I’ve always been a fan of method acting. Maybe we should fully commit to this nature appreciation.”
Seb’s hands slide up my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “I think that’s a very sound scientific approach. We should probably conduct multiple trials to ensure accuracy.”
I can’t help but chuckle at his nerdy attempt at dirty talk. “Multiple trials, huh? I like the way you think, Dr. Kleggs.”
His fingers thread through my hair, pulling me down for a kiss. It starts slow, almost tentative, as if we’re both still shaking off the awkwardness. But then Seb nips my bottom lip, and suddenly, the heat between us flares back to life.
I kiss down his neck, relishing the sounds he makes. A recording of the noises Seb makes during sex would be my favorite playlist ever.
“Marcus,” Seb breathes, his voice husky with want.
I pull back slightly, drinking in the sight of him: flushed cheeks, pupils dilated, lips slightly parted.
“Yes?” I murmur, my lips brushing against his collarbone.
His hips buck against mine, creating a delicious friction. “I think we should move on to the practical portion of this experiment.”
Another day passesin a blur of sun, swimming, and Seb. Then another.
And suddenly, it’s our last day at the resort. I have to fly back to Los Angeles first thing tomorrow morning.
Unfortunately, my best-friend duties keep me at the bar later than I want.
Seb went to bed half an hour ago, and I was about to discreetly follow when Saskia insisted on a final round of karaoke.
I find myself checking my watch every few minutes, calculating how much of the time I have left with Seb is disappearing.
Saskia and I belt out the final notes of “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart.” The crowd erupts in cheers and wolf whistles, and someone even throws a tropical flower onto our makeshift stage.
Tom greets us with a grin when we return to the table. “I didn’t know I married a pop star.”
“Oh, honey,” Saskia says, patting his cheek, “there’s still so much for you to learn.”
Everyone’s laughing, but all I can think about is Seb waiting for me in his villa.
I stand up. “I better get my beauty sleep.”
“You can sleep on the plane,” Saskia says.
“I’m going straight to the set, and even Hollywood makeup magic has its limits.”
Saskia pouts. “It sucks not having you to play with.”
“You’ve got a new husband to play with,” I point out.
A grin creeps over her face. “Good point.”
“My airport shuttle is picking me up at five tomorrow morning, so I guess I better say goodbye now.”
She wraps her arms around me. “I’m going to miss you so much,”
I’ll miss her too. I’ve been friends with Saskia for over ten years now, and our friendship has always been the one point of consistency in my life.
“Miss you too,” I murmur into her hair.
