Chapter 24

"Hey."

She saw him at the wooden countertop of the diner, a bottle of beer in from of him. He was deep in thought so he didn't hear her coming. The party had lost its appeal minutes after she'd decided to stay. It was no surprise; she'd lost interest. Her mind refused to shut out images of Sebastian and what had transpired between them.

His head snapped up. His dark hair was sticking it out at odd places like as though he'd continuously run his fingers through it.

She watched recognition hit him, watched his eyes harden as he looked back at her.

"Have you come to hit me some more?" He drawled out.

"Don't be ridiculous, Sebastian. I only did that because you were hurting me."

"I apologize," He murmured, looking away.

The diner was empty which caused Jane to wonder if Mark had actually taken Mrs. Rose to the bonfire. She knew they weren't the only one's staying here. She'd bumped into a couple staying in the room next to hers. If they came in and found them like this, what would they think?

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" She asked him, taking a few steps closer to him.

"Hmm mm," He hummed, shaking his head and grabbing the bottle in front of him. "I'm not having this conversation sober." He tipped his head back and downed a good portion of the liquid.

"Sebastian," She inched forward. "I'm sorry."

She didn't know what else to say. He looked like he was fighting several demons—and losing.

"You think this is because of you?" He spat at her then chuckled humorlessly. "Don't flatter yourself."

Her throat worked. "There's no need to be rude." She sniffed him. "How many of these have you had? I think you're drunk."

"Shit," He mumbled, dragging his hair. "I think so too. Mrs. Rose will have my hide in the morning."

She didn't respond, only stared at him.

Even now as he looked so exhausted and torn, he was beautiful. Her heart clenched tightly and pulled at her violently. What had happened to him? It didn't look like it was because of what happened at the beach. Did she even want to know?

"I had a sister, you know," He began.

That was not what she'd been expecting. A part of her wanted to hear what he had to say and another part was scared of any further involvement with him.

He didn't wait for her to decide. "She died when I was fifteen. Cancer. My parents were miserable and depressed for the longest time. But they kept it from everyone because it would've caused such a scandal and they didn't want anyone to capitalize on it."

She was frozen on the spot. His family sounded a lot like hers. Her parents would've done the same thing. "I'm sorry. No one should have to go through losing a family member."

He laughed bitterly. "Oh, I believe so. If my sister were here, my life would be going in an entirely different direction. She was older than me by a year. She would've been twenty-nine."

Her legs propelled her forward until she was side by side with him. She grabbed a cheek, causing him to gaze into her eyes. "What was her name?"

"Estelle."

She gave him a small smile. "That's a beautiful name."

Sebastian turned his face to the side to kiss the hand holding his cheek. "You're beautiful."

The air seemed to thicken around them. That feeling that was always present whenever they were close together enveloped her.

"Do you know that?" He asked her, placing his big hand on her smaller one.

Their eyes never left each other. For some reason, Jane couldn't feel her legs. Maybe Sebastian noticed because his other arm instantly went around her waist, pulling her to him. His head was at the same level as her chest now as he was sitting and he was looking up at her with what Jane recognized as permission.

When she nodded, he smiled and rubbed his face on her breasts. The jacket she was wearing got in the way so she took it off and dumped it on the counter.

"I've been dreaming about these breasts for a very long time."

He pushed her tank top up to reveal her black bra and the cold air pricked at her skin. She wanted this, she realized. She wanted it more than she'd wanted anything in a long time. Her fingers instinctively worked at the hook at her back and in seconds, the bra came undone.

"Fuck," Sebastian murmured, staring wide-eyed at them.

She would admit that it felt good, the hungry manner with which he was looking at her. It did a lot for her self-esteem. Her breasts were two of her best features, and she knew it.

When he cupped them, her breath hitched. "Can I suck them? Please?"

He kept his eyes on her breasts so he didn't see her nod. "Please do."

His hungry mouth devoured her nipples. He nipped and suckled and licked at the sensitive skin and she almost came. Her body was fire and he was gasoline. His warm mouth drove her wild, to that edge but not quite over it and then back to earth.

His hand on her waist kept her firmly in place as he administered his pleasurable torture on her body. Jane couldn't understand why his hands were so hot in her skin. The knowledge that someone could randomly walk in and see them scared yet thrilled her. The door was still very much open.

When his roaming fingers found her wet heat and slipped two inside, she let out a small scream, every other thought evaporating.

"Sebastian," She moaned at the fullness. "They're going to hear me. Please stop."

"Let them," He tore his mouth away from her nipple long enough to bring out the words then resumed his business. "I want you to remember who is doing this to you, who is driving you mad with want."

He fingered her slowly yet firmly and tiny stars exploded in her eyes. It felt like mini orgasms every time his fingers brushed that spot.

It didn't take that long to let loose. She came hard and hot on his fingers, grabbing his head and holding it at her breasts.

When she'd come down to earth, he slipped his hand out of her and lifted his eyes to hers. She knew how she looked; sated and consumed with lust.

Jane almost died when he licked his fingers. God, the man was dirty.

"You taste so fucking good. Makes it all the better for when I actually eat your fucking juicy pussy and I will, mark my words. I'll drink every last drop of you and then I'll fuck you and you will scream my name."

She trembled against him, her breathing hard, and her legs weak. She was in for it. If his promises were anything close to what she'd just experienced, she was done for.

Weirdly, she had the suspicion that this was only the beginning of more to come.