Page 123 of Late Nights & Love Lines
She gasps into my chest. “Sebastian. What the hell are you doing?”
With her in my arms, I stalk over to the desk in the corner and set her down on top of it, then grip her face in both of my palms.
“I’m letting it be known that I have, today and tomorrow, swept you off your goddamn feet.” Then I take her mouth in a punishing kiss. One that bleeds my emotions and fears. A kiss that dominates and submits. A kiss that breathes life into the only partnership that matters—ours.
I lick a line down her neck, and my fingertips glide over the silky fabric of her dress, slowly inching it higher.
“Seb, you…you’re going to wrinkle my dress.”
Stepping back, I pull her to standing, spin her around, and gently lower the zipper, then the dress.
“Where the fuck are your panties?” I whisper against the backs of her legs, smiling when goosebumps appear on her skin. She steps out of the dress, then I very carefully lay it down over the edge of the chair.
“The dress was too thin,” she whispers. Turning her to face me, I raise a brow as I run one finger through her wet heat.
“You’re already so wet for me, Peach.”
“We’re going to be late,” she moans when I circle her clit. I place a palm flat to her belly and push until her hips hit the desk and she sits down again.
With my hands on her upper thighs, I step between her legs, and then kneel. “This won’t take long.”
I sink my teeth into her hip bone, and she lifts her body into my mouth.
“When everyone else is staring at you tonight, I’m going to remember that my teeth marks are on you right here,” I say, tracing the already fading mark. “I’ll be lucky if I don’t come in my pants.”
“Seb,” she whines, and I slide my tongue home. She’s right, we really don’t have much time, so I attack her clit with vigor.Inserting two fingers, I scissor them in time with the flicks from my tongue, and her hands fly to my hair.
She pulls hard against the strands, and I hope every one of the fuckers at this gala knows it’s my face she was grinding on.
“I’m going to, I’m going to…”
“Come, Peach. Give me your sweetness. Only fucking me.”
Her body spasms and lifts from the desk. It’s a sight to see, but it’s the noises that are pulled from her throat that have me memorizing the moment.
She’s never been able to be truly free with me. Her sounds have been muffled so we don’t disturb others, but here, in this hotel room, she finally lets go, and it’s not something I’ll ever be able to forget.
Helping her stand, I lift her dress and hold her hand while she steps back into it.
“We’re staying the absolute minimum amount of time required.”
“What? Why?” she asks, flattening a hand over her stomach. “I thought this was an important event.”
“Oh, it is, and we’ll get what we’re going for. But I’m also not about to waste a second of alone time with you because I can’t wait to hear what sounds you’ll make when I fill you with my cock. I want you screaming for me, sweetheart.”
“Holy crap,” she says, then squeezes her thighs.
“I have a love-hate relationship with this dress, Row.”
“Why?”
“Because I can see every time you clench your legs together, so I’ll know every single time you’re turned on.”
Her eyes widen in shock.
“I can’t wait to fuck you in and out of this dress tonight.” Placing my hands on her shoulders, I spin her toward the door. “But now, it’s time to go.”
Her shaky inhale is like crack for my soul. I can’t wait to get another hit of her.
