Page 86 of The Shot You Missed
The masculine rumble of pleased laughter goes straight to my clit. “Like what you see?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
The bed bounces as he tugs his pants off, and then he’s completely naked over me. “Then I think it’s only fair I get to see all of you too.”
He doesn’t drop eye contact as his fingers unbutton my jeans. He holds my gaze as they drag the zipper down. And only when those fingers dip beneath the waistband of my jeans and slide them down my legs, does he let his attention drop from my face.
He groans at the sight of my black lace panties, and it turns into a strangled sound of need when he pulls those off my body, leaving me completely bare for him.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight,” he whispers. His fingers skim the length of my thighs, moving inward in long arcs. “So much better than all the times I’ve imagined this.”
My lower belly hollows out and my upper thighs grow slick.
Sebastian meets my eyes. “And I’ve imagined you like this more times than I can count.” His fingers slip between my thighs and he nudges them open. “Are you ready, baby?”
twenty-nine
SEBASTIAN
Indigo fuckingBloom is naked in my bed. Her soft curves have me hard as a rock and struggling to maintain the control that usually comes so naturally. Each heave of her breasts sends my blood pumping faster through my veins, and most of it’s heading straight for my dick.
I want to push into her and never leave. To make her my home in every sense of the word. I want her screaming my name as she convulses with pleasure.
But Indie deserves better than that. She deserves softness and worship. A first time that shows her how much I’ve wanted her all these years.
“Are you ready, baby?”
Her hazel eyes are clouded with lust as she blinks up at me, lips open and breath ragged. Each puff of air that leaves her lips ghosts across mine, driving me mad. “I’m ready.”
“I need you to be sure,” I whisper, brushing a strand of pink hair away from her face. “Because once we do this, you’re mine.”
“Fuck,” she murmurs. “That’s book boyfriend shit.”
“What?” I chuckle at her glazed and far-off expression.
She shakes her head and refocuses on me, swollen lips quirking. “Nothing. I’m sure. Make me yours.”
Reaching between us, I run my fingers up her inner thighs, reveling in the little gasps and sighs they draw out of her the closer I get to her center. She shifts, her legs falling farther open, and we both curse when my fingers drag along her seam. “You’re so wet.”
“And you’re so slow.”
Chuckling, I bat her hand away when she tries to take control of my touch and grab her wrist to hold it above her head. She keeps it there when I let go to grab the other, and her pupils blow wide when my long fingers wrap around both wrists, restricting her movement.
“I’ll be as slow as I want, Rosebud. I’ve waited ten years for this.” I run one finger through the slickness between her thighs, coating it thoroughly before slowly pushing it inside of her. The way her eyes roll back in her head has my hips bucking involuntarily. “Never thought this would happen.”
“Me neither.” Her fingers curl around mine, and she bucks against my hand as I slowly fuck her with one finger, then two.
I commit every gasp and inhalation to memory, along with the dewy velvet of her skin, the give of her thighs, the softness of her belly. The way she arches up into me, her body begging for more as I work her with a deliberate slowness, etches itself into my very soul.
“Not letting you go again,” I warn, nipping at her shoulder. My heart pounds a staccato beat in my chest, racing faster and faster. God, I need her. All of this is still surreal. Like it’s a perfect dream I could be ripped from at any moment. “Promise me you’re mine.”
Indie’s eyes flutter before they open and fix on me. They search my face—looking for what, I don’t know—as she fights some inner battle I’m not privy to.
I won’t let her run again.
“Promise it.” Adding a third finger, I stretch her tight heat, preparing her for the inevitable.
“I’ve always been yours,” she gasps, back bowing off the bed.
