Page 80 of Reckless Hearts
“Thank you so much for coming.”
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. It’s been an awesome week.”
She grins at me as she pulls away. “It has, hasn’t it?”
“It’s definitely been epic.”
Of course I can’t share with Saskia that the most epic part of my week is what I’ve been doing with her little brother.
And when I let myself into the back doors of Seb’s villa, epic doesn’t come even close to describing the scene in front of me.
It appears Seb has used the time waiting for me productively.
He’s lying sprawled on his back, wearing nothing but a mischievous grin and a strategically placed tropical leaf.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he says.
“Oh, holy fuck.” I rip off my shirt.
Seb has obviously been a very busy boy because when I start to prep him, I find him already soft and pliant under my fingers.
Holy hell. That’s so hot.
I set a new land-speed record for how quickly I’m hovering over him, lining myself up, my hands shaking with anticipation.
I sink into Seb, and it’s like nothing else.
I appreciate it fully now.
Now that I know what it’s like to be without him.
This is supposed to be fun, last-night-together sex. Seb’s already set the tone, yet somehow, I can’t get the vibe right.
Instead, I’m kissing him like I’m devouring him. It’s desperation and passion and longing all mixed into one.
I try to relax, to calm the fuck down, but our kisses turn tender, slow, drugging as I move inside him, the world narrowing to just the two of us. I can feel every twitch, every shudder of Seb’s body.
Fuck. This is intimate in a way I’ve never had before.
Panic grasps at my chest.
I can’t handle this.
I pull out of him, my breaths coming in frantic gasps.
Seb props himself up on an elbow, his forehead creasing. “You okay?”
I try to summon a casual, nonchalant tone. “Yes, I’m fine. You want to go on top? About time you did some of the work.”
“Okay.”
I lie back, and Seb straddles me. He grins, but it fades as he sinks down onto me. His expression shifts to intense concentration, a soft gasp escaping his lips.
Holy fuck. Why did I think this position would be better?
I can’t take my eyes off him, and we’re locked in each other’s gazes.
He’s staring back like he really sees me.
