Chapter 29

"I've been waiting for you."

Sebastian's voice stopped her dead in her tracks. He leaned against her door, crossing one leg over the other. "Were you ever planning on returning?"

She swallowed loudly, feeling her throat constrict. Shit, she'd been hoping to have more time to recollect her thoughts. There was no way she could deny avoiding him.

"Yeah," she said. "I just needed to go check on Claire…"

He raised a brow disbelievingly.

"…at the store."

"That's funny because I was just with her at the hospital. I even walked her home."

Oh no. She was caught. Licking her lips felt like the best thing to do at the moment. She searched for the right words and came up short.

"Why are you avoiding me, Kitten?"

She sighed, grabbing the strap of her bag hanging across her body. "I'm not avoiding you, Sebastian. It's just…"

"Tell me." He said, moving closer to her to hold her cheeks in his hands. "What's wrong? This afternoon it seemed like you couldn't get enough of me and now you're avoiding me."

He was right. She'd held him close to her tighter than a nun's thighs. She met his gaze, Harry's words ringing again.

"I'm not sure being so close to you is a good idea." She finally let out.

"How do you mean?" He kissed her lips lightly and it was enough to scatter her thoughts.

"This," He kissed her again. "What you're doing…"

"Kissing you?" He murmured against her lips, adding pressure to his kiss. Her lips opened for him of their own accord and she found herself drowning in the taste of his mouth.

"Sebastian," She sighed.

Then they were kissing. His tongue brushed past her lips and into her mouth and she opened for him. The slight strokes of his tongue almost sent her flying. She pressed against him unconsciously, feeling his arousal press against her lower stomach.

"God, Jane," He groaned, tugging her lower lip into his mouth. "You make me so hard, so fucking hard."

He held her lower back and when his hand drifted lower to cup her ass, she moaned into his mouth. Her plaid skirt rose up and she felt the air hit the back of her thighs.

"Room," She moaned, fisting his t-shirt. "Now."

Jane didn't know how he did it, but when she blinked, they were already on his bed.

"I want you so bad." He said, tearing his mouth away from hers. She felt his lips on her neck and let out an embarrassed squeal when his warm tongue found that spot that always managed to drive her crazy. He traced his hand around her body, squeezing her breasts.

"Suck them," She urged, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to them. She let him take off her shirt and unhook her bra, taking a deep breath when the air hit her bare skin. Somehow, she saw sure the goose bumps on her skin wasn't due to the cold.

"Fuck," He stared at her breasts for what seemed like an eternity and she began to feel embarrassed. "These tits have a special place in my heart."

Her hands instinctively went to cover them but he pulled them away. "Don't. Let me look at you. You're a goddess."

"You don't have to flatter me. We are still going to have sex."

He sighed, looking like he'd just performed a herculean task when he finally dragged his gaze to meet hers. "You're beautiful, Jane. And I'm not saying this because I'm about to devour you. I'm saying it because it's the truth. No man with a brain between his ears will disagree. Now spread your legs and tell me all about your day."

She didn't have time to think about it. He'd bunched her skirt up and pushed her panties to the side and he was sucking on her clit.

Her poor clit.

Jane saw stars. She released what was probably a scream; she couldn't be too sure, she'd left earth. By the time she came back down, Sebastian was sending her up there again with another stroke of his tongue. Poor Mrs. Rose probably thought someone was dying.

"Oh shit," She cried out, entangling her hand in his hair. "Shit."

"Tell me about your day, Kitten." He murmured, tracing circles on her clit with his thumbs. "Don't stop talking."

She licked her lips, feeling her skin dampen. Her body felt hot and she was about to implode and he expected her to have a normal conversation like he wasn't administering to her the most pleasurable torture in the world?

"Uh…shit." She moaned when he lapped at her folds. "I was…oh…I was…Sebastian."

She heard him chuckle, knew he was having fun at her expense. He stretched a hand forward to grab her left breast and squeezed it.

"Ahh," She cooed, knowing she was almost at that edge. "I was worried about you because so many thoughts were running through my mind and I didn't know what would happen if something had gone wrong with Claire or worse, if you hadn't come back."

The words came out in a rush and when she was done, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she noticed Sebastian was staring at her.

"You were worried about me?"

She became suddenly conscious. Here he was with his mouth glistening with her juices and on the same level with her pussy and yet he was asking her stupid questions.

"Of course I was. You're a…" She searched for the right word. "Friend."

"Friend?" He said blandly, blinking. "Do friends eat your pussy like this?"

He licked up and down her slit and she trembled, her hips jerking.

"Do they make you feel like this? Do they kiss you passionately?"

He was torturing her; she was sure of it.

"I'm not your friend, Kitten." He murmured, rubbing her clit. "I'm not your fucking friend."

"Please fuck me, Sebastian. Please."