Chapter 11

"This is me." She said in a small voice, staring at him.

Sebastian wanted to say something, anything. He wasn't ready to let her go just yet.

"You did good today at the beach." He finally said.

"Me? I didn't do much."

"You did enough." He told her. Her brown hair looked almost black in the dim light and the waves shone. It called out to him. Sebastian thought of a hundred ways they could be sprawled out on his bed. He imagined running his fingers through them, wrapping his hand around them, pulling.

Instinctively, a hand lifted to touch her face. She took a step back, surprised. The look in her eyes almost undid him. He wanted to smell her skin, taste her. Would he come off too strong if he leaned in to kiss her?

"Sebastian?"

His name on her lips made him groan. He wanted to hear it when he was balls deep inside her, wanted to know the pitch. Would she scream or cry out? Would she beg for more?

"I can't stop thinking about you." He whispered, drawing near to her face. Jane's lips were right there, succulent and inviting. He heard her breath hitch, heard her swallow. This was it. He waited for her to push him away and when she didn't, he inched even closer. His body was only a hairbreadth away from hers. Still, she didn't push him away.

Had she known pleasure? The thought of that both interested and vexed him. Who had touched her? She'd said she was single. Was it a past boyfriend? He wanted to give her pleasure like she'd never seen. He wanted to hear her cry out his name in ecstasy.

But even now, even as she watched him with fire in her honey brown eyes, he knew he couldn't. There was a lot at stake. He could take from her, give to her, but that would be it. There would be nothing more. And she deserved more than a shag and a farewell. He was only in Stormbrooke for a few days and his journey led him on a different path. Besides, he had a suspicion that one time wouldn't be enough. She seemed to make him loose rational thought each time she was near. How else would he explain what he was doing right now?

Taking care not to show his disappointment, he kissed her cheek, letting his lips caress her skin. In this situation, something was definitely better than nothing. He pulled away slowly, taking two steps back. Being in close proximity with Jane left his thoughts a complete jumble.

Say goodnight before you do anything stupid, Stupid.

"Sleep tight, Jane." He muttered before turning around, slipping into his room and shut the door.

He was playing with fire. Only thing was, he didn't mind getting burned. It was the aftermath he feared.

***

The only thing Jane could feel was the pulsing in her clit. Sebastian had awoken something decadent in her, had watched it come fully alive and just when she thought he'd take her all the way, he'd abandoned her. Fuck him, she thought as she slammed the door to her room, fuck him so bad.

Her skin tingled and her breathing increased. She wouldn't be able to sleep like this. Hell, she couldn't even feel the tiredness that had been evident in her sore joints earlier. She wanted relief.

If he wouldn't help her, then she'd do it herself.

Without stopping to think, Jane threw off her clothes. She lay on her bed, spreading her legs. He'd almost kissed her. His hot breath had fanned her face and she could've sworn she tasted him right then. A hand slipped between her opened legs. Her core was heated, wet.

Closing her eyes, she envisioned him taking that step. His warm, demanding lips enclosing over her subservient ones. A low moan escaped her. The hand between her legs started a slow circular movement that threatened to drive her crazy. The sweetness of his tongue brushing against hers, pressing, massaging, taking. One hand closed over a plumb left breast. She kneaded her nipple, pinching the nub harder than she intended.

A pleasant sensation rippled through her accompanied by a louder moan. She imagined Sebastian's large hand squeezing her breasts, and the thought made her squeeze harder. The beautiful ministrations on her core somehow became Sebastian's doing and Jane allowed the feeling to envelope her. Then one finger slipped into her wet heat, working a rhythm that caused her toes to curl.

As good as it felt, it wasn't enough. Somehow, she knew what she was feeling was nothing compared to what he would be able to make her feel. The frustration she felt was nothing she'd ever experienced before. Fear gripped her. Whenever she was horny these days, she thought about Sebastian. Did it mean he somehow unconsciously controlled her sexual hunger? It was a ridiculous notion but it rang at a corner of her head.

Her finger stilled, her eyes drifting shut. God. What was she doing? Was this what her libido had reduced her to, a simpering desperate mess of nerves? It was pathetic. She was pathetic.

This was a man she'd met only mere hours ago and here she was breathing hard and lusting over him like a fucking dog in heat. It was ridiculous.

It was only when she finally turned the lights off that she realized she hadn't thought of Elijah in two days.