A Million Different Ways to Lose You (Horn Duet 2)

Is she wearing fake eyelashes––to work? Yes, she was. Without a word, she quickly scooted past me and exited.

Sebastian stood across the room with his hands resting on his hips, fingers tapping anxiously. His expression was one of utter exasperation. Our eyes met, and his softened. My admiring stare descended to a naked chest deliciously covered in sweat. He scraped his wet hair back and grabbed a towel.

I didn’t waste a second running into his arms. My unbridled excitement took him by surprise. He caught me in time, then chuckled while I spread kisses all over his sweaty face. God, I wanted to lick him like a lemon popsicle on a hot and humid day.

“Babe, I’m covered in sweat,” he murmured, sandwiching the words in between kissing me and laughing at my enthusiasm.

“Yes, I know,” I purred, and wrapped my legs around his hips to let him know exactly what I thought of that.

The red jersey Max Mara wrap dress I was wearing fell open up to my waist. His hands slipped under the edges of my lace boy shorts, gripped my butt cheeks, and squeezed. I broke the kiss for a moment to look into his brandy colored eyes, and found a blaze of lust swirling and burning out of control. Against my intimate parts, I could feel every inch of him, rock hard and ready for me. My pelvis rubbed against his, my calves frantically trying to shove his black track pants down over the pronounce muscles of his beautiful rear end.

“I saw the doctor. We’re good to go.” I couldn’t keep the silly smile off my face. His heavy lidded gaze descended to my lips in a possessive, predatory stare I was delighted to see––it had been way too long since he’d looked at me that way.

“Birth control?”

“Depo shot five days ago after I finished my monthly.”

A switch flipped. “Well in that case…”

He walked forward, carrying me over to a machine that had nylon straps hanging from it. “Grab those straps,” he ordered. His tone sent a shiver rippling across my skin, putting my senses on high alert. This was the man I fell in love with, before pain and heartbreak came between us, before the seeds of doubt germinated into full blown distrust.

The craving I had for him was relentless, the anticipation driving me insane. I grabbed the straps over my head and twisted them around my wrists…secured by the straps, anchored to him. I wanted to be taken, used and abused in every way imaginable––something I would not have entertained, not even in my worst nightmares, only six months ago.

I locked my ankles around his waist and my ballet flats fell one by one with a thud onto the wood floor.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this,” he muttered. I mumbled something about making all his dreams come true, and he chuckled before I shut him up with a kiss. Desire exploded between us, turning amusement into ashes. Without warning, he grabbed my dress and ripped it apart. It disintegrated in his hands. My poor underwear met the same fate. I gasped. The shock transformed into a huge grin. For once I didn’t care who walked in on us. There was no contest and no doubt, desire easily trumped prudence.

Pulling my bra down, under my breasts, he stroked his wide palm over them, then fastened his mouth over my nipples. Drawing on them, teasing them until my eyes slammed shut and my body arched. A thin veil of sweat blossomed on my skin. I could feel his hot tongue on my neck before he scraped the fine skin with his teeth, an animal marking his prize.

“Stop teasing me,” I muttered like a lust starved teenager, desperate to feel him take me. My eyes fluttered open to find him staring at my naked body with such fascination that it made me self-conscious. “What is it?”

“Every time I see you…” He shook his head. “It’s like the first time.” The murmur was barely audible, the vulnerable look on his face said he’d revealed too much. A moment later he grabbed my face and kissed me, devouring my mouth as if he hadn’t tasted me in ages, until all thought ceased and passion obliterated everything other than us.

He pushed his pants down his muscular thighs, and his erection sprang free. Surrounded by a patch of dark blonde hair, it bobbed up towards me, tempting me, wanting me. He gripped the base, and pumped up and down its entire length. Then he positioned himself, the head rubbing against me, the slickness between us easing the way.

“Wait,” I suddenly said. Startled, he pulled back. As he stared into my eyes, I told him what my heart and my body were screaming, “I fucking love you.” He blinked, surprise and amusement taking turns flashing in his expressive, amber gaze. “I fucking love you,” I repeated, my voice full of conviction, encompassing so much more than what those four simple words meant.