Page 63 of The Second Chance in the Mediterranean
Seb tossed his apron into the laundry and stood behind me, untying mine. I should argue more, I knew, but it just wasn’t in me. I was tired, and now that the event was officially over, I was draining by the minute.
“Come on,” Seb coaxed. “You’ll still have plenty to do in the morning.”
“Thanks, Roy,” I called over my shoulder as Seb pushed me out of the galley and toward my cabin. “Dom is probably still awake,” I warned Seb.
Seb snorted. “I think he’s asleep up in the wheelhouse. Don’t worry about Dom. I’m going to go shower in my room. I’ll be back soon.”
I nodded and made my way back to my room, where I stripped and stood under the showerhead for no more than thirty seconds, toweled off, and collapsed into bed.
Thirty
It was late.My internal clock had hit snooze so many times, and when I woke up, I could tell it was well past sunrise. Seb’s arm was thrown over my middle, and he was curled up on my side, his nose nuzzled into the spot just below my ear. His breath ghosted across my cheek.
“Morning,” Seb said softly. Just hearing those raspy words, feeling the weight of Seb against my body, made my heart sing.
I stretched and twisted under the sheet, squeezing my eyes tight against the daylight that crept in around the window shades. “Good morning.” I relaxed against the bed and Seb’s warm hand slid up my back. He kneaded the muscles just under my shoulder blades, pressing firm fingers into the knots that had developed after bending over the counter all day yesterday. I groaned and squirmed.
Seb stilled. “Did that hurt?”
“Hurt so good,” I mumbled. He huffed a laugh and kept massaging.
His fingers worked their way down, kneading firmly over my ass. Seb pressed closer to me, kissing my shoulder and twining a leg around mine, tugging me gently. His fingers slipped in between my legs, tracing over me. His kisses traveled across my back, until he shifted up on his elbow to lean farther over.
The pressure and warmth radiating from him worked together with his fingers, and I was soon slick and squirming. “Seb,” I complained.
The weight of him pressed me down into the mattress as he slid on top of me. His chest covered my back, and he tucked his arms around my torso, twisting our fingers together under my chest. He nibbled my ear, and his hips flexed against me.
I leaned back, feeling his cock slot between my cheeks and his length press against my tailbone. When I turned my head a little bit farther, Seb met me for a kiss. His hips kept rocking, his fingers tight in mine.
On a gasp he pulled back. “Goddamn it. I’m going to get a condom.”
“Hurry.”
I turned my head the other way to watch him slip the condom on and climb back up onto the bed. He tucked his arms under me again and carefully worked his way inside me.
When he was fully seated, his hip bones against my butt, we both stilled. His breath tickled my ear, and I squeezed my thighs together, making him groan.
He rocked, slow and steady. I closed my eyes, feeling the slide and pull of him inside me, the weight of his body, the way he gripped my fingers so tight. In and out. Over and over.
He started chanting my name. “Marcella, Dios mío, Marcella.”
“Seb.” I let go of his hand, and he pushed up a little bit, giving me some space to get my fingers exactly where they needed to be. “Back down.”
He grinned and complied, resting his weight on me again, his hand going to my shoulder now. He didn’t move, just let me work on myself, dropping soft kisses down my neck and back while my body grew tighter and tighter.
Finally I gasped and pulsed around him, coming hard against my own hand.
Seb lightly bit my shoulder and grunted against my skin. He eased back, whispering, “Fuck, Marcella, that was so hot....”
He picked up the pace, grinding down, chasing his own orgasm, when someone knocked on the door.
Seb froze.
The knock happened again, and to my horror, a voice called out from the other side. “Marcella?”
It was Justin.Shit, shit, shit, shit.I shoved Seb off me and he grunted. “Easy...”
“Shh.” I put my finger to my lips in an urgent motion. “Seb, you have to hide.”
