Page 65 of When We Ignite
“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” he whispered, his voice reverent.
My heart thundered as he leaned closer, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that left no room for thought. As he moved against me, the sensation intensified.
He adjusted his weight, aligning our bodies perfectly as his kisses grew more hungry. I arched into him, my arm winding around his neck. He seized the opportunity, slipping his other arm under my back, erasing any remaining space between us.
My mind went blissfully blank. My fingers found his hair, grasping roughly as I wrapped my legs around him, leaving him little room to move. He still managed perfectly. His lips were insistent, almost bruising in their intensity.
His hand trailed down to my leg, fingertips pressed into my skin, sliding upward. They slipped under my shorts, pulling me closer as he moved. His hand gripped my hip firmly, edging its way backward.
A flicker of hesitation crossed my mind, but he timed it perfectly with a slow glide of his tongue, melting my thoughts away. I kissed him back, pressing my body to his. His hand continued until it cupped my ass, large enough to encompass it fully. He rubbed softly before gripping firmly.
“I need to get you out of these clothes,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t stand them anymore.”
The thought of being bare before him was daunting, but the promise of feeling his skin against mine was irresistible.
I nodded, and he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You’re supposed to tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I rasped.
He groaned again, the sound vibrating between us. “You’re too fucking much. Enjoying me so far, darling?”
I nodded.
Sebastian’s kisses grew hungrier, his tongue exploring with renewed intensity. His hands gripped me tighter, his nails digging lightly into my skin. I let go of his hair to run my fingers through it instead, delighting in the way it messed up his usual perfection. When he tried to pull back, I tightened my legs around him, gripping his hair and holding him to me.
A faint smile played on his lips as he relented, trailing kisses along my jaw. The intensity between us felt unstoppable, the rhythm of our movements building to something inevitable.
Then, the door clicked open.
“Ash, are you about done?” Henry’s voice rang out as he walked in.
We froze, our breaths mingling in the small space between us, eyes wide as we turned toward him.
He stopped short, his eyebrows shooting up before a grin spread across his face. “Oh, I fucking knew it,” he laughed, shutting the door behind him.
Sebastian exhaled sharply, gently untangling himself from me. His hands steadied me as I sat up, both of us scrambling to regain some semblance of composure.
I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to process the mortifying reality of being caught. At least it was Henry and not Oliver. Small mercies.
“Could you get the fuck out?” Sebastian snapped.
I pressed a hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter, but it spilled out anyway, a nervous, breathy sound that grew uncontrollable. Sebastian looked at me, bewildered, which only made me laugh harder.
Henry chuckled, unfazed. “See? At least E has a sense of humor about it.”
“Sorry,” I managed between laughs, my voice shaking. “This is just…unreal.”
Sebastian sighed, dragging a hand through his already disheveled hair.“What did you want?” he demanded, directing his irritation at Henry.
“Relax, Ash. I didn’t walk in on purpose. I’m supposed to drive you, remember?”
I stood, brushing down my shirt and turning to face them. Henry had his hands raised in mock surrender, though the amusement in his eyes hadn’t dimmed.
“How many times have I told you not to enter my space without knocking?” Sebastian’s tone was clipped.
“In my defense, this is only the second time I’ve walked in on something like this, and the first time was a million years ago,” Henry quipped, his grin growing sly.
A pang of jealousy hit me, sharp and unexpected. The thought of someone else sharing this kind of moment with Sebastian gnawed at me, but I quickly shoved it aside.
