Page 184 of When We Ignite
One kiss became two, then three, then too many to count. We clung to each other as Sebastian walked us backward until my back hit the first surface we came into contact with. His tongue curled hotly against mine, and our hands began roaming with urgency.
“God, I missed you,” he muttered against my lips. “It feels like I haven’t had you in years.”
I bit down on his lower lip, drawing a low groan from him.
Sebastian’s hand snaked down the back of my sweats, gripping my ass hard and pulling me closer.
“Can we go up to your room?” I panted.
“Henry. I can’t kick him out.”
“Your office?”
“It’s set up as a bedroom too,” he said, our breaths tangling together as we scrambled for options.
His eyes darted past me, and I followed his gaze—to the pantry.
He arched an eyebrow in question, a mischievous glint lighting up his features. I chuckled, nodding, before pulling him back into a heated kiss.
We stumbled toward it, hands frantically exploring as our lips stayed locked. The door shut behind us, and within seconds, clothes began to fall away, the need for each other overtaking everything else.
“Wait, wait.” Sebastian stopped me as I fumbled with the waistband of his pants.
“Fuck me, Ash.”
His eyes darkened, his pupils blown with lust. “I don’t think that’s an option, darling. We’re in the fucking kitchen,” he said, voice low, before kissing my neck and dropping to his knees, his tongue gliding over my navel.
“So?”
He tilted his head, meeting my gaze with an incredulous smile. “So, there’s no lube…”
“We’re in a pantry. You can find something,” I shrugged, gripping his shoulders as I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking myself to him like a vice.
Sebastian’s expression turned feral, his hunger evident as he stood up with me clinging to him like a koala. He kissed me like a madman, all his perfectly contained composure flying out the window, and I loved every second of it.
Even with me latched onto him, he started scanning the shelves.
I chuckled against his neck, letting my teeth scrape over his skin before biting down playfully.
“Don’t leave a mark, sweetheart. We have a wedding tomorrow,” he warned, though his voice betrayed the amusement lurking under his words.
I groaned dramatically, sinking my teeth into his collarbone instead.
“Bingo,” he declared suddenly, his tone triumphant.
I leaned back to see him holding a jar of coconut oil.
I arched a brow. “Is that going to work?”
“Probably.”
“Good enough for me.”
He placed me back on the floor and I pulled him into another kiss. Sebastian tugged my sweats and briefs down in one swift motion, the cold air hitting my skin. I turned willingly, my hands braced against the countertop as I heard the faint pop of the jar opening behind me.
Sebastian’s lips trailed down the back of my neck as he worked me open, his fingers slick with oil. It was messy, but effective. When he finally pushed inside, we both groaned, the sound echoing in the small space.
His teeth grazed the back of my neck, biting down gently, sending shivers skittering over my skin.
