Chapter Ten
This is happening.
The delirious thought whispered through Grace’s mind a heartbeat before Sebastian closed his lips around her right nipple and sucked.
Oh God, was it meant to feel so good? She should be feeling guilty. Why wasn’t she feeling guilty? She’d prepared herself to feel it, so why…
So good.
Sebastian’s tongue tormented her flesh as waves of tension radiated through her. She arched beneath him, rolling her hips, shifting her legs.
Inside her. She wanted him inside her. Moving, thrusting, filling her. Clawing her nails down his back, she cupped his arse and drew their groins harder together. The rigid length of his erection spread her folds, and she whimpered. He was so hard and thick, and she wanted him all…
He moaned around her nipple and moved his mouth lower, over her rib cage, to her belly button.
Hell, would he see the faint stretch marks down there? Would he get turned off by her less-than-taut stomach and far-from-waxed mound?
He flicked his tongue at her labia, and she damn near bit her lip silencing her cry. Writhing on the bed, she stared at the ceiling, one hand fisting the duvet beneath her, the other pressed to her mouth.
The world swam. Her heart slammed into her throat. Her inner walls contracted in a heady pulse she remembered. And yet it was different. Not better, just different.
“Christ, you taste like heaven.” Sebastian’s warm breath kissed her damp folds, sending a ripple of sensations through her. He licked at her flesh again, first her clit, and then deeper, parting her folds with his tongue.
She bucked her hips higher, the contact igniting hot shards of tension through her. She could surrender to this, forget everything but this. And yet…
“S-Seb…” she mumbled against her palm. “Seb, did you l-lock the door?”
He paused, lifted his head, and looked back over his shoulder at her closed bedroom door. “I did.” He swung back to face her. “But let me check again.”
He hurried over to the door, checked the handle, and then turned back to her. “Locked.”
She wanted to let out a relieved sigh, wanted to apologize for ruining the moment, but she couldn’t. All she could do was devour him with her eyes as he strode back to her bed.
Sebastian Hart. Naked. Glorious. So goddamn gorgeous it almost hurt to look at him.
“Now.” He pressed one knee to the mattress on the inside of her thigh and his opposite elbow next to her hip. “Where was I?”
“Sebastian?”
He met her gaze, his expression unreadable.
“Make me come so many times I lose count.”
His nostrils flared. His cock jerked between his corded thighs.
“Your wish,” he murmured, before lowering his head to her sex once more.
He lapped and licked at her clit over and over. He brought her to the precipice over and over but moved his mouth to her inner thigh or hipbone when she was on the very cusp of release. She whimpered and begged him to keep going.
Begged him not to stop.
She bit her lip every time, palm pressed to her mouth, stare jumping around the ceiling, fuzzy with pleasure. And when she didn’t think she could survive any longer, when even the caress of his breath on her inner thigh made her almost erupt, he curled his hands around her hips and held her motionless. A tsunami of pleasure rolled over her, an undeniable force that rendered her boneless and breathless.
Her orgasm flooded her body. She arched her back and rammed her head to the mattress, digging her heels into the bed on either side of Sebastian’s ribs. She’d never tried so hard to be quiet. Her release flowed through her, and then it wasn’t just his tongue driving her to a second release, but his fingers. He stroked her inner walls, the sweet spot left untouched for so many months and years.
“Oh, Seb.”
He moved his mouth from her sex and captured her flesh high on her inner thigh, sucked on it even as he continued to scissor his fingers inside her.
A third climax rushed her, claimed her. She panted, tossed her head side to side.
So good. Too good. She’d never recover from this. And yet she wanted more. “Inside me.” Her throat was dry, husky. “I need you inside me, Seb. Now.”
His nostrils flared, and with a fluid move, he straightened away from the bed and scanned the floor for something.
Jeans. Wallet.
He withdrew a leather wallet from the pocket of his jeans and opened it, chest heaving, gaze returning to her repeatedly.
Condom packet. How many years had it been since she’d seen a condom packet?
When she’d first started dating Gary. When she’d first had…
This was really happening. She was about to have sex with Sebastian Hart.
“Grace?”
The worry in his voice jerked her stare up to his face.
“Are you…we don’t… I mean…” He lowered his hands, dropped his wallet.
Heart racing, she shook her head. “We do. Because I want to. More than I think I want anything at this point in time. I’m ready.”
His Adam’s apple slid up and down. “For what?”
“You.” She let out a soft, wobbly laugh. “In every way. If that’s okay with—”
He climbed onto the bed and kissed her. And then she was helping him roll the condom down over his erection, helping him align the bulbous head of his shaft to her sex.
“Grace,” he murmured, his breath mingling with hers as he cupped the side of her face in one hand and slowly entered her. “My Grace.”
She raked her hands down his back, squeezed his butt cheeks, and pulled him deeper inside.
He stretched her. Wide. Wider than she’d been for a long time.
Pain licked through her, instantly replaced by pleasure. She caught her whimper before it could escape. It was incredible. Surreal and incredible.
“My Grace,” Sebastian moaned again, his stare finding hers. “How much of my life have I wasted…” He stopped. Buried his face into the side of her neck and sank deeper.
She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sheer pleasure consuming her.
“Sebastian…” she whispered his name. His name. Not anyone else’s, a name she’d known for almost all her life. The name belonging to the person who had helped shape who she was to this day. Because of Sebastian she’d stood toe-to-toe with bullies and alpha-male bosses and dangerous patients on callouts and never batted an eye.
Head pressed to the side of her neck, he stroked farther into her and then withdrew. He threaded his fingers through hers before rolling his hips and filling her again, slowly.
And again.
“Sebastian…” she whispered once more. Who would have thought his name would sound so honest, so perfect on her tongue?
She arched into his thrust, moving with him, a fluid rhythm that amazed her. “This is so…”
“Perfect,” he groaned, lifting his head enough to find her gaze. Desire burned in his eyes. “This is perfect. You are perfect.” He dropped his forehead to hers, his strokes growing faster.
Locking her ankles at the small of his back, she clawed at his shoulders. “I’m going to…” An inferno ignited within her, crashed through her. Claimed her.
Rhythm seemed to desert Sebastian’s strokes, and he buried his face into the side of her neck, groaning her name over and over.
Together. They orgasmed together. How could it be so…right? So in sync?
Another delicious wave of pulsing heat crashed through her. She mashed her hand to her mouth, biting her lip as she did so. She couldn’t cry out, no matter how good it was.
Sebastian slammed harder, faster into her, his lips and breath hot on the side of her neck.
They moved together for a lifetime and then came down from the rush together.
Smoothing his hand over her side, he dragged his lips up to her temple. “For every crappy, mean, horrible word I’ve ever said to you, Grace, I am sorry.”
Her heart forgot how to work.
No. She couldn’t fall in love with him. That’s not what was happening here. Was it?
“Sebastian,” she whispered. “Don’t…”
Don’t what? Be wonderful? Be everything I haven’t had for two long years?
He kissed her, a tender brushing of his lips over hers.
But that was enough. Enough for her heart, her resistance, to crack. To crumble.
Oh God, she was in love with Sebastian freaking Hart.
“Let me clean up,” he murmured, shifting his position.
He withdrew from her, the slick friction a tormenting promise of more, and walked into the bathroom. Her body ached for him already. Heart pounding, she squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. How could she have let herself fall in love with him? Did she have no brain? Or was she just a masochist?
The bed dipped, and then he was tugging her to his side, his body warm and firm and so bloody inviting.
Why resist? He’s changed. You’ve changed. Maybe you’ve been given a second chance at happiness?
The faint beep of an incoming message on her phone sounded in the kitchen. At this time of night, it was likely Justin. Did he see Sebastian’s car out the front? Had he seen the footage of her taking on the photographer? Or was it her mother-in-law, texting from London?
Another beep. Why hadn’t she gotten around to changing Edith Wilder’s incoming message tone?
Sebastian pressed his lips to the top of her head. “Did you want to see who that is?”
“No.” She didn’t. Not at all. “I want to stay here and fall asleep listening to your heart.”
A low groan vibrated deep in his chest, and he drew her closer. “Where have you been all my life?”
She chuckled, drawing lazy patterns on his chest with her fingertips. Yeah, she really did have a thing for hairy chests, it seemed. Who knew? “Well, for quite a significant part of it, right next door to you.”
He laughed. “If I had a time machine, I’d go back and tell my younger self to stop being a dick, take you in my arms, and kiss you stupid.”
She smiled, moving her fingers to one of his small, taut nipples. “Pretty certain I know what I would have done if you’d done that.”
“Kick me in the shins?”
“Kick you in the shins.”
He laughed again, smoothing his hand down to her hip, her bottom. Hell, he had the most incredible hands. And holy crap, did he know how to use them.
“I made a stop-motion movie once about you and my shins,” he said, his voice a low rumble against her cheek. “Titled it The Ford Kicks Back.”
Pushing away from him just enough to see his face, she frowned. “Really?”
“Yeah. Took me a month of hard work and dedication. It finished with the Plasticine figurine I made of you turning into an alien and being beamed up into a spaceship. After you kicked the Plasticine shins of my figurine into mush, of course.”
“Of course.”
He grinned. “It was a masterpiece. Well, it was a masterpiece for a twelve-year-old. And my second film.”
A delicious little ribbon of joy twisted through her at the thought of twelve-year-old Sebastian playing with Plasticine. “Did you ever make a sequel?”
“Don’t believe in sequels. You tell the story the first time. Anything that comes after that is just a grab for money.”
“Ah. I see. So there’ll be no follow-up to Samantha and Dave? Probably for the best.”
“Ouch.” He winced, lips twitching. “Good to see you’ve got your bite back.”
“It went away?”
A small frown pulled at his eyebrows, and he nodded, brushing a knuckle over her cheekbone. “That first morning when I discovered you were Cody Wilder’s mum? I spent quite a bit of that morning wondering where your bite had gone. Missing it, to be honest. You aren’t you without it. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m glad it’s back.”
Lowering her cheek back to his chest, she closed her eyes and resumed drawing patterns over his skin. Her bite. The thing she’d prided herself on all the way through her teenage years and early twenties. She’d blamed the world, blamed Gary’s death for beating her down, but maybe she’d let herself be beaten down. And all it had taken was Sebastian coming back into her life for her to find it again.
“Grace?”
His soft whisper made her lift her head. “Yes?”
“I want to make love to you again. Right now. More than you could possibly understand. But I only had one condom in my wallet.”
“Does it help if I tell you I’ve got a contraceptive implant in my arm?” Holy crap, her voice was husky.
Was she doing this? Trusting him like this?
And more to the point, would he trust her?
He rolled her onto her back, nestled his groin between her thighs, and kissed her. A lot. Didn’t stop kissing her. Not even when—after so much kissing later—he slowly slid into her.