The smallest smile played at that pretty, pretty mouth. Words I’d whispered months ago that had finally sent us burning down this collision course of passion and need, leading us to this unending devotion neither of us could have imagined we’d ever see.
Then his smile turned sly, eyes glinting in joy and churning with the dirty, delicious deeds he was getting ready to enact on my body.
A ripple of pure desire trembled through me, and he chuckled as I released the well of giggles trickling up my throat, because there was no suppressing my elation.
He pressed his mouth all over my chest and I clung to his shoulders, my head rocking back as he captured one nipple in his hot, hot mouth. He sucked and played and toyed, while his hand wandered down my stomach, a stir of anxious butterflies quivering within.
Anticipation screamed through my veins.
He dragged a knuckle over my clit, and I laughed through a moan when he chuckled, loving the look of infectious delight on his face. His expression danced in the shadows. Greed and pride and lust, awe and devotion and love. It all merged into this euphoric moment created just for us.
He pushed his weight to one hand, and with the other, he drove two fingers inside me.
Sparks flew, little glimmers of pleasure lighting up at the outside of my eyes.
He slid them in and out of my sex, his body a live wire as he shifted over me. “So wet,” he said as he climbed onto his knees. He kept himself low as he crawled forward and nudged my legs up as he went, spreading me wide as his fingers touched me even deeper. “Someone’s anxious, isn’t she? Want me just as bad as I want you, don’t you, Mrs. Stone?”
A rush of blissed-out joy rolled through me when he used that name. His name. The name he’d given to me. I dragged my nails down the defined ridges of his strong back. “You have no idea, Mr. Stone, just how desperately I want you.” I lifted up, brushing my mouth along his ear. “How much I need you.”
Sebastian grabbed his cock and aligned himself, smirking as he raked his teeth over his bottom lip and stared me down.
I groaned when hit with the errant thought. I grinned at my husband, basking in all the light he was shining my way, while I gave a gentle shove to his shoulders and whispered like my life depended on it, “Hurry…find a condom. I forgot my pills, remember?”
Missing them for a couple days probably wasn’t a big deal, but the risk was always there.
Sebastian chuckled a little more, running the thick head of his dick between my folds. “No. And why the hell would I have condoms?”
Oh. Right.
I giggled, still riding that dizzying wave, my head rocking back and forth on the sheets while he drove me mad with temptation. “Sebastian, you’re going to get me pregnant.”
It came out with the raspy rumble of a laugh.
It was swallowed by the sudden intensity that choked all levity from the room.
Thick and silent and heavy.
His severity consuming.
As if the idea of the words from my mouth had knocked him from his foundation.
My heart thudded in my chest, raced and sped as I tried to catch up to the erratic acceleration of his.
Eyes went dark as they locked on me, and he moved to run shaky fingers through the length of my hair, expression going soft, soft, soft as his head tilted to the side.
“Let’s make a baby.”
A silent, shocked gasp parted my lips. Again, I felt as if I were in that tunnel of flashing light, on a speeding train propelling us toward a future coming faster and faster and faster.
“That’s a lot of big decisions for one night,” I finally managed to say.
His hold tightened. “When it comes to you, all my decisions have already been made.”
He gave a slight, unsure shake of his head. “I never thought I’d get this, Shea. Never thought I’d find someone who touches me the way you do. Believes in me the way you do. Thought being alone was going to be the cost of the band making it. But, no. Here you are, filling up all the hollow spaces in my life.”