Page 49 of In the Net
Suddenly, his left hand is on the curve of my waist, his right hand is on the side of my neck, and his lips are on my mouth.
This kiss lasts a lot longer than two seconds.
His lips are firm on my own, and this time, they’re not just pressing against mine with thoughtless abandon. His lips caress me in unhurried strokes, lighting up my nerves from head to toe and making my skin prickle with heat all over.
His scent floods my nose, woody and mellow with a sharp masculine edge. Heat rolls off him, like all those muscles he carries make his body a furnace.
His grip tightens on the back of my neck. The big pad of his thumb brushes over the pulse point underneath my jaw, sending a shiver dancing through my body just as he slants his mouth to pull me deeper into our kiss.
Adrenaline hits my bloodstream, my heart hammering. I feel myself melting into the kiss, letting Sebastian’s lips take the lead and do whatever they want with my own.
I shift closer to his body, my hand touching his front and feeling the hard ridge where the plane of his chest meets the curve of his topmost ab. The muscles at the peak of my thighs tighten.
He pulls back, and my eyes flutter open. My lips are still parted, but there’s no chance of forming speech. His eyes are hooded and sated as he looks down at me.
If it were up to me to recover my senses, there’s no telling how long we’d be standing here for. The kiss in the airport was enough of a shock, but it feels like this one rearranged the molecules in my brain.
Luckily, it’s not up to me to regain my senses. Sebastian turns toward my cousin, wrapping his arm around my shoulders in the process.
“Oh, hey, Mack. Didn’t know we had company.”
Mackenzie glowers at that nickname. Maybe I’ll have to start using it, too.
“Well, clearly the honeymoon isn’t over.” The scornful sarcasm in her words is barely disguised.
Sebastian tucks me closer to his side, beaming a grin. “That’s for sure.” He cranes his head to me. “Anyway, babe, I was walking by and overheard you saying you were heading to class. Me, too. Walk me?”
My lips still hang open dumbly, sensation pulsing through them like an electric current. I nod.
“Sweet,” Sebastian enthuses. “Catch you around, Mack.”
Petty satisfaction hits me as Mackenzie scowls once again at that name, before Sebastian leads me down the street in the direction of campus. Once we’ve turned a corner, I glance over my shoulder to make sure that my cousin isn’t behind us.
“You’re welcome,” Sebastian says with a grin.
When I realize we’ve gone several steps out of Mackenzie’s sight without me shrugging myself out from underneath Sebastian’s arm, I quickly rectify that.
Away from his touch, I regain my senses. “Sebastian, what the hell was that about?”
He casually lifts a shoulder. “I overheard your little conversation. If thingsjust feel rightlike you said,” he grins, throwing my words back in my face, and I cringe, “I figure your cousin would be awfully suspicious if I walked by without making a demonstration.”
I purse my lips, which are still thrumming. He has a point, as embarrassed as I am that he overheard me trying to sell this ridiculous lie to Mackenzie.
“I know I shouldn’t have used your name like that, but?—”
“Your cousin sucks, and it’s fun to see her jealous and bent out of shape. I get it.”
“The fact that I’m now apparently so immature that you can sympathize with my mindset isn’t exactly comforting, you know.”
Sebastian only answers with a wide, satisfied grin.
I push out a sigh. “The thing is, now it’ll be even harder to explain why you’re not with me at the wedding.”
“But what if I am?”
My brows knit. “Excuse me?”
“What if I am with you at the wedding?”
