Chapter Twenty-Nine

Sebastian

My room .

I'm already hanging on by a thread, and now she'll be near my bed.

"That depends." My hand is so firmly latched on her perfect ass as hers roam my chest I can barely concentrate on the words coming out of my mouth. "Can we behave ourselves so I don't break my own rule?"

"What's the rule, exactly?"

"I won't touch you under my grandmother's roof. It's my rule, not hers. Our bedrooms share a wall."

Not that she's in her bedroom…

I grit my teeth as she places her hand over my heart and pushes me back a step. "You got it. Lead the way."

I take her hand and lead her to my bedroom, wrestling with the decision to close the door.

If I'm basing it on how much I trust myself, I should leave it wide open.

But I pull it closed, mostly so her inevitable laughter at whatever she finds in my room doesn't carry across the house.

She lifts her hands to her cheeks as soon as we step inside. I try to see the room through her eyes—plaid wallpaper, a queen-sized bed, my favorite reading chair in the corner. Everything in here is a collection of what I deemed important enough not to stick in my storage unit when I moved in.

She takes a small lap around the space. Her summer dress hangs so nicely off her body, loose enough to be suggestive but tight enough to drive me up the wall.

" Oh , lookee here." She gravitates toward the hooks on the wall near my closet.

With a cheeky grin lobbed my way, she removes my favorite Mets cap from the wall and puts it over her glossy hair.

Goddamn, she's sexy, beautiful, and cute all rolled into one tempting tease of a package. Especially now that she's sauntering around the place where I've abused my cock imagining her the last few weeks.

She's looking at me like she's fully aware she's pushing me to the brink. Her eyes could lure a sailor to land.

I should really open that door. Instead, I exhale, shifting past her in pursuit of my reading chair so I can sit on my hands.

As I make myself comfortable—as much as I can with her dancing on my restraint—she moves toward the opposite wall, home to two bookcases.

"Should've known you'd gravitate toward the books," I say.

"I like what I like." She hinges at the waist to read the spines on a low shelf.

I don't bother looking away. If she wants to bend over for me, I'm not going to stop her.

She peers back to look at me. " War and Peace . I should've known."

"Uh-huh." I grip the armrest as she finishes her inspection.

"You've got a lot of good stuff." She rises to full height and whirls around slowly, taunting me with eye contact as she approaches.

Apparently, we're bored of looking at my things.

The hair on my arms stands up as she comes to a stop in front of my legs. "You're a quiet tour guide."

I let my head rest on the tall chairback as I meet her eye. "I'm more of a Q and A kind of guy. Ask me whatever you want to know."

Her brows lift. "About the room?"

My gaze falls to her chest, which I am now eye-level with. "Sure."

"Hmm." She steps between my legs, forcing them apart. "You've really never brought a woman in here before?"

"Nope. What with my rule and all."

"I see." Eyes swirling with heat beneath the brim of my cap, she straddles me, canting her hips forward so I can't peek at what's under her dress. This also centers her right over my lap. Her hands clasp the back of my chair. "So, I'm the first?"

"You are." My forehead falls against the warm crook of her neck. She's the first and only one I want in this space. The thought sends a terrifying bolt of pleasure and fear through me. "Did you dress up for me tonight?"

"Maybe." Her nails rake my scalp, sending goose bumps down my neck. "I wasn't sure how you felt about dresses."

I tease my mouth across her collarbone. She squirms as I nip her with my teeth. "You knew exactly how I'd feel about this dress."

"Tell me anyway."

"It clings to you just right and shows off your curves. It's so thin I can see the way your perfect ass jiggles when you walk." I swat her hard with one hand. "I could flip it up and fuck you in less than a second if we were anywhere else."

"Like this?" She hitches the cotton over her hips, revealing sheer black panties with thin, breakable straps. Everything is visible through the mesh fabric.

"You enjoy teasing me within an inch of my sanity." I flip my hat on her head backward and steal her mouth, greedy for her lips. Plush, soft lips I've fantasized about the same way I have the rest of her. She moans into my mouth as I anchor one hand on her jaw to control the depth and pressure, taking what I need.

My pulse jackhammers through my body as her tongue moves in demanding strokes against mine. I grow sloppier and looser and so does she, both of us opening our mouths wide and provoking each other with filthy licks and bites. She's moving up and down, the same way she would if she were riding me.

I rip my mouth away and exhale. If there's a point of no return, we're nearing it.

In more ways than one, if the ache in my chest is to be trusted.

"You said you wouldn't touch me under this roof." She lifts to her knees, hovering over me as she dusts her hand across her inner thigh. The smooth expanse of skin begs for my tongue. "Are we allowed to touch ourselves?"

"Fuck." My hips move beneath her. "Lose the underwear and let me see you."

She shimmies them down her thighs, never breaking eye contact. I hold her steady with a hand on her waist as she removes them completely and closes them in my fist.

And then she straddles me again, this time draping her legs over the arms of the chair. Gloriously bare and spread for me.

Her fingers slide through her slick skin. She's already so worked up one touch gets her panting. "Aren't you going to let me see you, too?"

My hands roam the contours of her back and shoulders as my attention remains glued to where she strums herself. "I don't trust myself not to fuck you."

She slides one finger inside herself and lets out a ragged breath. "Please?"

This woman loves playing with fire and apparently, I'm more than happy to fall into the flames. I unbutton my jeans and take myself in hand. She lets out a sound that makes me feel like the most wanted man alive. I stroke myself once, slow and hard. It'd take ten seconds of that tops and I'd be done. "Distract me so I don't put my cock right where we both want it. Give me a show."

She uses her free hand to tease the top of her dress down before unclasping her bra. Her tits bounce free, ready to be handled.

I break away from watching her finger disappear in and out to nudge her bra aside and give her perfect tits the attention they deserve. Her stiff, rosy nipples pebble fully under my inspection. "Can I touch those at least?"

"Nope. They're a part of me. Can't touch." Her gaze falls back to where I'm stroking myself in lazy pulls. "Can you do it faster?" Her voice is breathy and a little shy, which is adorable considering she's fucking her fingers on my lap. "Please, I've always wanted to"—her voice hitches on the last word as she adds another finger—"watch."

I jerk my hand up and down for her as she moans my name, working herself even faster.

"Fuck," I rumble. "Look at you. Taking your own fingers almost as good as you take mine."

Her hooded gaze stays on my hand as a deep blush colors her cheeks. "I wish it was you."

I wish it was me, too. "Let me feel how wet you are from taunting me. I'll barely touch you."

Conflict and desire war in her eyes. But then she shifts closer, leaning back with her hands on my knees.

I rub myself over her swollen clit, and then a little lower. I keep my promise, mostly. I barely let myself make contact, just enough to steal some of her wetness. Her warm heat instantly scrambles my brain.

She shifts back, denying me anything at all, and returns to working herself. "Keep going."

"It's not enough," I groan, fisting my cock. This pales in comparison to the mere hint of her. She's created a monster. Or maybe I have. "I need to be inside you. Let me get a condom out of my nightstand."

"Uh-uh." Her breaths are beautifully stuttered as she watches my hand fly up and down my slick shaft. Dusky nipples drawn tight, flushed cheeks, parted lips, so wet I can hear what she's doing to herself—she's as close as I am. "We're not breaking your rule."

"Fuck the rule." Pressure draws at the base of my spine as I grip myself tighter, too lust-drunk to decide if I'm speeding up or slowing down. "I've lain in that bed and thought about nothing but you for two weeks. Only you. You want something to watch? Watch me fill you better than your fingers ever could."

A moan escapes her mouth. She shifts her hips forward. Just another few inches and I'd sink right in. Right into that tight, hot place I want to be. Where her damn hand gets to be instead of me.

Her legs start to tremble. I pump furiously, all restraint gone. "I'm close."

"Come on me," she moans as her legs start to tremble.

"You want a hell of a lot more than that, don't you, needy girl?" I grit out each word as I barrel toward my finish. "You want me so deep you can feel me in your throat when I come in you. Tell me I'm wrong."

Her lips part on a gasp. "You know I do."

"Where will you settle for it?"

She stutters out the words my clit and I snap.

With her name on my lips, I coat her busy hand with two weeks' worth of wanting. She feverishly swirls it around and down, dangerously close to her entrance, eyes on fire like this is what she's been waiting for.

" Christ ," I rasp. "Keep going." I didn't know I was waiting for this too until I saw it—the sight of her covered in me, her lithe fingers working it all around, seconds away from unraveling after getting what she begged for.

Then, holding my gaze, she dips a finger inside.

The image of her carrying my child flashes through my mind and I'm fucking gone .

Her mouth opens and she expels a sharp cry as she breaks. Clearly, she's forgotten where we are. And it's so damn hot, how overcome she is. I rear up and smother her lips with mine, trapping the sound. Her body goes taut as she slows her hand, drawing it out.

And then, we're both still.

She's flushed red and panting as I pull back to glimpse her face.

The sound of our breathing mingles in the air. Normal blood flow returns to my limbs in slow motion. I lean over the side of my chair and grab yesterday's shirt off the ground.

"May I?"

She nods.

I clean her with the shirt, ball it up, and throw it toward the laundry basket, sinking the shot. Then I pull her dress and bra back into place. Rewrapping her is as satisfying as unwrapping her, but in a different way. She feels even more like mine when I put her back together. "What are you thinking?"

There's a pause, like she's not sure if she'll tell me. "That you bring out something in me no one ever has." She turns my hat around and pulls it low. "And I clearly like it. A lot." Worry creeps into her eyes.

"Hey." I lift the brim of the hat higher to see her eyes. "Stop hiding your pretty face. I want eye contact as I tell you that was the second hottest moment of my life, and you're also responsible for the first back at that hotel." I pause, thinking of her finger, covered in me, slipping inside only moments ago. "Actually, it's a tie. But Nora…I know exactly what we did, okay? I fucking loved it."

Her eyes sparkle like the sun off water. "Good."

I stroke her bottom lip, searching her eyes. I'm in such fucking trouble when it comes to her. I can't get enough of what we're doing, but we're both playing with fire now. If she asks again, we're going to have to have a serious conversation because I'm going to give it to her.

She shifts until she's sitting across my lap and lets out a sated sigh. "At least your rule is still intact. You're welcome."

I lean in, stopping just shy of her lips. "You are a pretty little tease."

She threads her hands through my hair and closes the distance between our mouths. Her teeth tugging at my bottom lip starts giving me ideas about a round two.

"Good night, kids!"

Both our gazes snap toward the closed—thank fuck it's closed-—door.

The faint shuffling of Nella's slippers on the hardwood floor grows even fainter as Nora claps a hand over her mouth.

Concern flares in my gut until I realize she's laughing.

"And that's my cue," she murmurs as she climbs off my lap. "I think we've caused enough trouble here for one night."

I kiss her goodbye so I don't pull her into my bed.