MAKING THE NAUGHTY LIST
CHAPTER 8
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Sophie
He closes the distance between our lips and takes me hungrily. I answer the call without hesitation. I wrap my arms around his neck, and the costume falls to our feet, freeing me to press closer to his solid chest.
A buzzing sensation whirls through me as I strain on tiptoe to get as close as possible to his delectable lips and body. I weave my fingers through his thick, dark hair, and it's as wonderful as I envisioned. My pulse races through my veins, no longer afraid of holding my heart captive.
Sebastian clutches my ass, lifting me off the ground. His tongue lures me in until I’m gasping for breath. My breasts swell into him. My hardened nipples scrape at the lace fabric that secures them, and I want it off. All of it. Every shred of clothing.
I want him to strip me bare and quench the fire burning me from the inside out. But he stops the kiss, leaving me lost and wanting. I lean forward, grazing his lips with mine, but he pulls back again. My heart stalls.
“Sophie.” His whispered voice lingers dark and heavy between us. “I need to slow down before I take things too far.”
I gulp back a hard swallow of air, watching the pained lines wrinkle across his brow. His manhood pulses at the crux of my thighs, dulled only by the bulky sweats I’m wearing. I tighten my thighs, holding him closer to where I need him the most.
“I’m not looking for one night with you, Sophie.” He rests his forehead on mine. His dark lashes tickle across my brow, feather-light and gentle. “I’m not built for that.”
A needy ache whispers across my body, settling deep in my heart. This is where I need him the most, buried in my heart, filling the empty space with more than a meaningless encounter.
"I want more, too." I ruffle my fingers through his hair, enjoying the stillness and warmth of his breath against my cheek. "But please don't make me wait any longer. I'm on fire for you."
I’ve never been more honest with a man in my life. I’m usually cautious and hesitant to verbalize what I want. But with Sebastian, I feel safe and desired. Anything but the truth wouldn’t be enough.
“I want to do naughty things to you, with you.” His voice hums and vibrates against me until I’m spiraling into a dizzying pool of raw emotion.
“Kiss me. Do all the things.” I squirm against the ticking time bomb thrumming against my sex. “Please.”.
He captures my lips with the sweetest, hottest, sexiest kiss of my life and carries me down the short hall.
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Sebastian
She unhooks her legs from my waist as I lean her against the coverlet. We stay in the kiss for as long as possible while I shed my shoes and jeans. Her fingers slide under my shirt, leaving a scorched trail everywhere she touches.