Page 37 of The Moon & His Tides
I stepped just a little bit closer, one foot between both of his so our thighs brushed together. His lips parted, tongue sweeping out to wet that lush mouth.
I placed my palm on his chest over his navy knit sweater, testing his firmness before sliding it up to his neck, warm and strong, and finally to his jaw. It was a square ridge of bone beneath my hand, so different from Savannah’s delicately curved face.
“Today, please,” Savannah ordered, but there was excitement there, an eagerness she couldn’t hide.
But I was still a proud Italian man, so I didn’t press into Adam’s body as he leaned against the counter. Instead, I tightened my grip on the side of his face, fingers in his crisp hair, and hauled him toward me. His eyes flared wide in the split second before I covered his mouth with mine.
He tasted like spearmint toothpaste, and he smelled like bergamot and pepper. A small moan of surprised arousal moved up his throat and over his tongue onto mine. I ate it off anddelved deeper, slanting his head and pressing my body more firmly along the line of his. He was hard everywhere, with no soft edges to press into, only the friction of two muscled bodies meeting.
It was strange to realize that I could stand in that kitchen kissing this man for hours and that much of that desire was separate from the excitement of Savannah wanting me to kiss her husband for her. So much of it existed just for Adam, the person––man––that he was.
“Enough,” came her ragged voice.
I remembered myself, pulling away slightly, our warm breaths shivering over my damp mouth, but Adam hauled me back. Disobeying his wife or because he couldn’t resist, I wasn’t sure.
Either way, he sucked on my tongue in a way that had me imagining him sucking on other things before abruptly disengaging from me. My hand was still caught in his hair even as he resumed his casual lean, and for a moment, I was both embarrassed to be caught clinging and reluctant to let go.
“Well,” Savannah said, a little primly even though her voice held a mild tremor. “That was certainly a lovely way to start my morning. And, I hope, a precursor to how I will end my night?”
I was still staring a little bewildered at Adam, but he smiled easily at his wife, almost blandly like he was completely unaffected. “Yes, darling, if you’d like. For now, we must be off.”
He pressed a kiss to the side of his wife’s head as he moved out of the room on brisk strides. I could hear him in the foyer, gathering his coat and belongings.
“Sebastian?” Savannah called lightly.
When I turned to her, one side of her smile was caught between her teeth. She pressed close to me, and something about her body against mine grounded me again. Her handswere cool when they reached up to tidy my hair and smooth down my button-up.
“You look very smart today,” she praised. “Tonight, I’d like to continue what we just started. Would you like that?”
I settled into my old skin with a little shiver and grinned wolfishly at her as I cupped the back of her neck in my big palm. “Would you? I think we both know I’m willing to do filthy things to please myduchessa.”
The noise she made was practically a purr. “Excellent. I’ll see you for dinner then, and I fully intend for you to be the dessert.”
I laughed at her, feeding the remnants of sound to her on a brief, deep kiss before I followed Adam’s path into the foyer. He was waiting for me in a luxurious dark grey overcoat and loose Burberry scarf, his leather-gloved hands tapping away at his phone. A lock of wavy golden hair fell onto his forehead, and the gold of his Audemars Piguet was nearly the same shade as those silken waves. He looked every inch like the movie star and international sensation that he was, and it occurred to me how many people fantasized about being in exactly the position I found myself, perched on the precipice of being his lover.
He caught me looking and seemed almost surprised, eyes flaring wide slightly as he looked up from his phone. It surprised me in turn, because how could such a man, a movie star at that, be shocked at catching an admirer enjoying him?
His expression smoothed quickly into a small, self-satisfied smile, but not before I saw that glimmer of vulnerability. It made me like him even more, which was dangerous and strange.
Having a kind of… crush on a man.
A crush on Adam Meyers.
I snorted softly, me and most other women and men on the planet.
11
SEBASTIAN
“So,” I said as I pulled my ancient leather jacket from the post by the door and swung into it with old familiarity. “What is so important that you’re sweeping me out from under Savannah today?”
His chuckle was almost a cough. “And risk her wrath, you mean? Yes, my wife does have a foul temper. It’s convenient then that she usually gets her way.”
“I can’t imagine saying no to her,” I admitted as he opened the door for me, and I walked into the fresh, cool air of a London morning.
Adam hummed as we fell into step together across the cobblestones to the car parked to the left of the house. The sleek vintage hunter-green Aston Martin DB6 Volante suited Adam to a T.
The jangle of keys caught my attention, and I held out my hand for them, more than eager to drive such a gorgeous beast.
