Chapter Thirty-One
Emery
We stay like this—wrapped up in each other tight enough it’s hard to breathe— and I don’t ever want to move.
“Did you ever tell anyone? What he was doing to you?”
His question startles me, and a sinking feeling washes over me.
“No.” The word tastes rotten, and a wave of nausea rolls through me. But how can I tell him I watched the only person I ever told bleed out right in front of me, and it was all my fault.
Sebastian presses a long kiss on my forehead, and I want to tell him everything. Maybe it would be different now. After what happened this weekend, maybe he wouldn’t be so quick to toss me out if he knew the truth.My thoughts run wild with dreams and hopes, but I know I can’t stay.
It’s too risky.Isn’t it?
Would he even let me stay?
Would hewantme to?
What if our connection is not as strong as I think it is, and I make a mistake?
Gazing up at him, I find his eyes closed. His breathing long and steady.
What if he finds out the truth and wants nothing to do with me?
There won’t even be a deal to fall back on if that happens.
I wake to a kiss being pressed to my temple.
Blinking my eyes open, I gaze up to see Sebastian looking down at me. His hair is mussed from sleep, and his fingers trace patterns on my back. Soft light filters through the room, and I blink again, trying to clear the sleep fog clouding my head. My back aches, and my limbs feel stiff asI lift my head off his chest and look around the lounge room.
I fell asleep on him.
Shadow is also curled up on the other end of the couch, still asleep.
“I’m sorry, I fell asleep,” I say and go to climb off him.
“Don’t be,” he says, but the muffled groan that escapes him tells a different story. If my limbs are feeling achy, I can’t imagine what his are feeling like. Smoothing his hand over my back before ducking down and taking my mouth with his, he nips at my lip, and I gasp, which only allows him to slip his tongue inside.
I melt into him.
Every time is as surreal as the last—no imagination is as good as the real thing.
I try to move closer to him but doing so only heightens my awareness of the erection pressing into my thigh.
Sebastian grunts and we pull apart, catching our breaths.
He glances over my shoulder and curses. “I’m late…” he says, dropping his head onto the back of the couch.
He helps me out of his lap before standing himself, and I watch as he adjusts himself, remembering exactly what he felt like inside me.
“Don’t look at me like that, Grace.”
“What?” My eyes snap up, heat rising to my cheeks.
“Like that,” he growls. “Like you want me to sink my cock into you.”
I suck in a breath at his blunt words. It’s a side of him I’ve only seen a sliver of, but my core throbs in response.