Page 48 of Hiss and Tell
“Fuck,” he breathes against my mouth, his control wavering. “Aspen, you’re killing me.”
“Good,” I whisper, nipping at his lower lip. “I want to drive you crazy.”
His hands find the hem of my shirt, and I help him pull it over my head. When his gaze falls on my breasts, barely contained by my lace bra, his pupils dilate.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his thumbs tracing the edge of the lace. “So fucking beautiful.”
When his mouth finds my nipple through the lace, I arch against him with a moan.
“God, Aspen,” he murmurs against my lips. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Show me,” I whisper, and his control snaps.
He nips my nipple through the wet fabric, catching just the tip of it. The feeling is so deliciously intense that I arch against him, seeking more contact. He makes a sound low in histhroat that goes straight to my core.
“I love the sounds you make,” he says against my breast, his breath hot. “I want to hear every one.”
My hands find the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel his skin, but he catches my wrists gently.
“If you do that, I won’t be able to stop,” he warns, his voice strained.
“Then don’t stop.”
“Aspen.” My name sounds like an ancient prayer on his lips. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”
Before I can respond, his snakes weave around us, creating a living curtain that makes the office feel even more intimate. One ofthem brushes against my cheek with silken softness, and I shiver at the sensation.
“They like you,” Sebastian observes, his eyes warm with something deeper than desire.
“I like them, too.” Stroking Evangeline’s scales, I marvel at how she leans into the touch. “I like all of you.”
His smile is soft, full of love. “Good. Because I’m afraid you’re stuck with us.”
A knock at the door makes us spring apart, both breathing hard.
“Sebastian?” Jenny’s voice calls through the wood. “Are you still here? I have those budget reports you wanted to review, and Milo is looking for his mom.”
We stare at each other, hair mussed, lips swollen. The heat between us is still there, crackling like electricity.
“Coming!” Sebastian calls, his voice only slightly unsteady. He smooths my hair, his touch gentle and reverent as I yank on my clothes.
“Tonight,” he murmurs against my ear as Jenny’s footsteps retreat. “Come to my place tonight. We’ll talk about the ritual, about everything. But mostly…” His thumb traces my bottom lip. “Mostly, I want to show you exactly how much I love you.”
“Yes,” I whisper, and the word tastes like forever.
His hands frame my face with infinite gentleness.
“Perfect. Milo’s sleeping over at Tyler’s house. We’ll have all the time we need.”
His look of pure affection melts my heart as he leans down to kiss me, soft and sweet and full of promise.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Aspen
Sebastian’s apartment door opens before I can knock, and he’s there in dark jeans and a soft gray sweater that does nothing to hide his impressive build. His snakes shift restlessly—clearly they’re as affected by anticipation as he is.
“Hi.” His voice is warm yet slightly nervous. “You’re right on time.”
