As if he were curious to see what it might feel like.
Like he’d gotten the answer, he gripped my face. There was little movement, just the dizzying sweetness of his lips as they pressed earnestly against my mouth. Baz inhaled, breathing the moment in. I grabbed his wrists to hold him closer as my knees went weak, the man again having the power to evoke the most foolish kind of reaction from me.
He fed from it, I could tell, the way every inch of him hardened and a rumble of pleasure vibrated from his chest.
Spinning us, he pushed me up against the wall. My back hit it with a thud, and his hands were in my hair, yanking me forward in the same second his mouth closed fiercely over mine.
He was no longer gentle, and he swept his tongue along the rim of my bottom lip, teasing at the corner, nipped me once before his tongue slipped inside.
It was an all-out assault.
I moaned with the contact, my body yielding. Welcoming. My hands were suddenly everywhere, touching him, searching him, those stupid little dreams of a simple girl wanting a simple boy tickling my senses, taunting me.
Hard, defined muscles rippled and jerked beneath my greedy touch, and Baz groaned, quick to wedge his knee between my legs and force them apart. He pinned me to the wall, his huge body eclipsing mine, his thigh between my legs.
Pressing.
Pressing.
Pressing.
Pleasure knotted tight and fast.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered.
I could feel the plea of his heavy cock begging at my hip. He rubbed himself there, groaned again, and he slipped his hand down and palmed my breast. Through the fabric of my shirt, he dug his thumb into the cup of my bra, flicking at my nipple.
I whimpered more and pulled from his mouth, my head rocking back on the wall as I searched for the air he’d stolen.
He didn’t seem to mind, and instead took a path down the side of my neck with his mouth.
“This is feeling a lot like a distraction,” I finally managed to say, my fingers sinking into his shoulders when he sucked behind my ear.
“Doesn’t everyone deserve to forget?” he mumbled along my skin, his voice hoarse and almost desperate as he kissed his way back up to my mouth, taking more.
But no. I didn’t want to forget. I wanted to live. To take in every memory. To make every single one of them count.
“No, I want to remember,” I murmured at his mouth.
An unintelligible sound rolled up his throat, something that sounded like pain, like hope. “Let me come inside.” He rubbed against me, a friction of jeans and heat and a desperate need to leg go.
And God, I wanted to.
But dawn was beginning to break.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” I whispered.
On a sigh, he dropped his forehead to mine, trying to catch his breath.
He smiled in something that felt like resignation, then playfully nipped at my bottom lip.
“I thought you said you didn’t bite?” I teased in an attempt to drag myself out of the moment, fingertips scratching through the thick coat of scruff covering his cheeks.
He chuckled, the sound the thickest kind of molasses. “I think you and I both know that was a lie.”
My gaze shifted away, suddenly shy because I was still pinned under this man that I didn’t even know. One who knew nothing about me. His body burning. Mine on fire.
I swallowed hard and nudged him away, letting go of the little fantasy I’d allowed myself to live.
Just for tonight.
Because the sun was rising to reveal my reality.
I pushed away from him and took a step toward the door, and Baz grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, almost as gentle as the expression on his face.
Again, his understanding was entirely unexpected.
Then he let me go and I shuffled toward my house, feeling a little wobbly and a whole lot aroused.
In the doorway, I turned back to look at him, this beautiful man that my heart ached to know. “Goodnight, Sebastian from California.”
He smiled softly. “Goodnight, Shea from Savannah.”