Ruined (Barnes Brothers #4)(63)

Sebastien hissed as she leaned forward, her mouth hot and open. She dragged her lips from his heart and began to move them, going to her knees as she skimmed her mouth toward his neck before continuing on. Her hands dipped into his hair as she kissed him, her tongue tangling with his, the taste of her a sweet, hot glimpse into paradise.

She tugged at his jeans.

Impatient, he went to deal with it, but she slapped his hands away. “Mine,” she said, her voice husky.

Well. He was okay with that.

It was the truth anyway, even if she didn’t realize that. Everything about him was hers.

“You make my brain melt.” He managed to keep his voice easy and calm as he said it, although his fingers shook a little as he cupped her face. Her eyes were hazy, hot with need. She focused on his face and the smile that curled her lips was enough to make a saint weep.

That lovely face . . . she could have played Helen of Troy—she might have been Helen of Troy. Beautiful beyond words, but Sebastien’s obsession with Marin Lassiter wasn’t because she was beautiful.

Beauty alone wasn’t enough to trip him up. He was surrounded by beautiful women and he knew how shallow that beauty could be. Marin might have been beautiful, but that wasn’t what had him ready to go to his knees in front of her.

Slowly, he slid one hand down the midline of her torso, staring into her eyes as he cupped her in his hand. Wet heat greeted him. Parting her slick folds with one finger, he caught the broken moan that fell from her on his lips. She moved against his hand, her nails digging into his shoulders as the rhythm of her body became more demanding.

She was slippery and tight and the thought of feeling her around him was enough to make him crazy. She closed her fingers around his cock and he growled. Wrenching her hand away, he tumbled her onto her back and shoved his jeans down, freeing himself. He settled between her thighs and cupped her face in his hands. “This isn’t the last time, Marin.”

A shaky breath left her.

“It’s not.” Sebastien licked at the entrance to her mouth before he continued. “I want to lay between your thighs and eat you up like candy, and then I want to start all over again.”

Her face went pink. Sebastien pretended not to notice as he bit her lower lip, tugging gently. “How do you feel about that?”

“I think . . . I think I’m okay with it.”

Okay? Marin’s saner self—that one part of her mind that could still think and wasn’t a jabbering, wilting mess of nerves and need—yet—laughed at her. She wasn’t okay with anything that didn’t involve him coming inside her now.

“Good.”

But the way he’d said it, and what he was doing . . .

He kissed her, his hair falling down to brush against her face. She cupped his cheeks in her hands. Her thumb brushed against the ragged lower edge of the scar and she held him close when he would have tugged away.

His bare legs rubbed against hers. Her breath caught, held in her lungs and she arched up, that desperate, hungry need starting to coil inside her. Marin slid her hands down his chest, feeling his chest hair against her hands. She tugged on it lightly and he grunted, muttering her name. He pushed his knee between her thighs and the feel of him moving against her had her arching higher, trying to get closer.

She had the fanciful thought that he could dissolve inside her and it wouldn’t be enough. Continuing the downward path with her hands, she caught his hips and pulled demandingly. Sebastien caught her wrists, dragging them up.

“In such a rush.” He nuzzled her neck before lifting his face up to meet her eyes.

She didn’t want to look at him, though. She felt more than naked with him like this—she felt exposed.

Curling her legs around his hips, she stared at him from under her lashes. “Yes. I am. Are you going to make me wait?”

“Witch.”

He moved high and when she felt the head of his cock, she gasped. One more move had him gliding back and forth between the wet folds of her sex and Marin whimpered, arching up to take him deeper.

Her eyes drifted closed and she fell into a sea of sensation and hot, molten pleasure.

“No,” Sebastien whispered as he started to pull back. “Don’t look away. Don’t close me out.”

Forcing her eyes to open, she stared at him. He pulled out and surged back in, deeper, harder and the aching need inside her spread, growing until she knew it would swallow her whole. She clutched at his hand, her nails biting into his skin.

Even when his mouth took hers in another deep, drugging kiss, she couldn’t look away.

He didn’t, either.

It was madness and bliss, and he rode her hard, pushing them straight into the heart of it.

She exploded, dissolving into sensation.

Sebastien raced along after her, all but chasing the orgasm, and when his cock swelled, then pulsed inside her, she whimpered, twisting against him. It was too much. Too much.

***

They lay side by side in the darkness. Sebastien was on his side and he had the flat of his hand spread over her belly.

Marin would have been over the moon happy if she could just figure out how Sebastien felt.

She’d been afraid for so long and now . . .

“How did you feel when you found out?” Sebastien asked in the dark.

“I . . .” Frowning, she thought through the question and realized it was one she hadn’t really considered much.