Chapter 21

If Jane had thought the beach was full during the mornings, it was nothing compared to the sea of people she was looking at.

"Jesus," she said, rubbing her elbows with her palms. As usual, she'd forgotten to bring a jacket. At this rate, she would freeze to death before the night was over. "There are so many people here, it's crazy."

"You always forget to bring a jacket." Sebastian's deep voice sang from her side. She hadn't forgotten he was there. His presence left a constant prickle in her skin. She was quiet as he took off his leather jacket and helped her into it.

The smell hit her nostrils the second she wore the material. It was a different scent from Harry's, much more masculine and intimidating. Much more sensual. As he'd taken off his jacket, she could see his muscles flexing under his white t-shirt. She grew jealous of the jeans that hugged his thick thighs, wishing just for a second that it was her.

God, she was shameless. Her mother would be ashamed.

After the episode at the diner, she'd run for dear life. It might not have been the mature thing to do but she couldn't bring herself to care. Not even when she'd heard this thunderous laugh as she flew up the flight of the stairs to her room. Not even when she'd jumped in the cold shower and fingered herself.

"Thank you." She murmured. She adjusted the jacket on her shoulder, feeling warm already. It smelled so good. She resisted the urge to sniff it like a dog.

"Can't say I'm surprised. You seemed like the hounds of hell were on your ass when you opened the door."

She didn't respond, feeling her cheeks burning. She'd been engaged in a hot fingering session when she'd heard the knock on the door. It didn't matter anyway, it hadn't worked—and she'd tried for hours. The only thing she'd succeeded in achieving was a swollen clit from all the rubbing she'd done and a burning sexual desire to orgasm.

"It's all your fault," She mumbled, letting him lead her into the wave of bodies.

The fire was up and burning and so big it was almost frightening. Jane had never been to a bonfire before so there wasn't any experience to compare it to. Around the big fire, people sat in a wide circle. Music played from a distance somewhere and clashed with the sounds of the wave. There were so many people and so much to do. Her mood instantly lit up.

"What did I do?" He asked knowingly.

She gave him a blank look.

He laughed. "You're cute."

The statement made her blush and she stuck out her tongue at him childishly. "It's so beautiful."

"I know," His eyes wandered around. "I've never been to a bonfire either."

Here, there weren't any employees here to mind what she did or any cameras to take pictures of her. Here in this small town, she could do anything she wanted, be anything she wanted.

"I think I'd like to dance."

Sebastian's face lit up with a smile. "Do you know how to?"

"No," She chuckled. "But when has that ever stopped anyone?"

She grabbed his hand with a carefree laugh, dragging him along into the middle of the swarm of moving bodies. She stopped at a spot, pulling him closer and locking her arms around his neck. They were so close she could feel his breath hitting her forehead.

Sebastian lowered his head, pressing his forehead to hers. "This feels…" He trailed off in a whisper and Jane's breath hitched when she felt his strong hands on her waist pulling her even closer.

He'd put his hands under the jacket and she could feel the heat of his hands burning her skin.

"Intimate?" She offered, closing her eyes.

She was aware of the tugging feeling she felt in her chest and she knew without any doubt that it was because of the man standing in front of her. There was a ringing at the back of her brain, a warning bell. She ignored it. Why wasn't she allowed to just live in the moment without inhibitions, without statutes of limitations?

"Something like that," He murmured harshly and this time, his hands on her waist pushed her in completely. They were roughly a hairsbreadth from each other now and she could feel his dick pressing against her lower stomach. "I want to touch you, Jane. I want to touch you so bad I dream of doing it."

The warning bell rang again, louder this time. Their bodies moved to the slow rhythm of the song that was playing and the rest of the crowd seemed to drift away. She knew she should stop this, whatever 'this' was. It wasn't going to help either of them in the long run.

"Do you want me?" She asked him.

Don't encourage him! her brain yelled. Her mouth and her brain probably had a quarrel because they were so out of sync. Neither was listening to the other.

"Yes," He nodded against her forehead, gripping her skin. "Fuck yes."

"I want—"

She didn't get the words out completely because someone chose that exact moment to tap Sebastian on the back.