as though she were the most cherished woman on earth, as though he was starved for her mouth and her tongue, and he kissed her as though she were a goddess, thrusting his tongue between her lips in a perfect simulation of sex.
And though it turned her on, got her hot and hormonal, made her pussy weep and her breasts tighten, she did nothing but kiss him back.
And though his erection ground against her ass, a hard, pulsing, immovable object, and hoarse moans tore from his throat, he did nothing but kiss her thoroughly. His whiskers scraped her cheek, abrading her skin, and Lucy loved it.
He kissed her so thoroughly, and for so long, Lucy saw stars. And heard bells ring.
They reverberated through her ears, the sweetest sound possible.
Only problem was, they didn’t stop.
One ring turned into two. The sweetness became annoying, intrusive.
Which was when she realized the ringing was not her imagination, nor was it brought about by Seb’s magic mouth.
No, the ringing was the doorbell, the same one she’d pressed earlier.
She broke the kiss with regret, drawing her mouth away from his. He chased her movement, caught her lips with his and kissed her again. She almost ceded to sensation.
But the bell rang a third time.
She forced her eyes open. “Seb, your bell. Someone’s at the door.”
“Hmm?” His eyes were closed, his face angled towards her, and his lips were cherry red and swollen from her kiss. He looked…edible. Delicious. Lost in the moment. Lucy would have liked to eat him whole. Or nibble on him from top to toe, one sweet inch at a time.
“Your doorbell is ringing,” she told him, the voice of reason in a moment that held no reason whatsoever.
“What’s a doorbell?” he asked, his face taking on a dreamy expression that did funny things to her heart.
She grinned in delight and shook his shoulder. “Snap out of it, dopey head. Someone’s at the door. You have a visitor.”
“Don’t want visitors. Only want you.”
“I’m flattered.” She wasn’t just flattered. She was blown clean away. “But whoever’s here isn’t leaving.”
As if to corroborate her words, the bell rang a fourth time. And just like that Seb snapped out of his reverie.
Gone was the dreamy expression, and gone was the erection against her bottom. He deflated like a pricked balloon even as his spine straightened.
Seb set her aside so she sat on the couch beside him. He dragged a hand over his head and jumped up. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Fuck what? Why?”
He scratched his head. “Shit, this isn’t what you think. Isn’t what it looks like, I swear.”
“What isn’t?” she asked, bewildered.
He held up his hands, flustered. “I’ll explain it all as soon as I can. I promise. Just let me get a shirt on and answer the door.”
He charged down the passage and disappeared into his room.
Not sure what to make of his behavior, Lucy shook her head, made her way to the door before the visitor rang again and opened it.
Fast as he could, Seb grabbed a shirt from his cupboard, tugged it over his shoulders and sprinted back down his passage.
Apparently he wasn’t fast enough.
Lucy stared at him from beside the open front door, a bland, expressionless smile on her face. “Ah, Seb. There you are. Good. Look who’s here. It’s Sarah. Looking stunning and all ready for your date tonight.”
Chapter Six
This time when Seb banged on her front door, he had no false expectations. If Lucy was home, she wasn’t going to answer.
Still, he gave her the opportunity, just in case. He banged, rang and banged again. When his efforts proved fruitless, he gave up trying, hauled his keys from his pocket and let himself in. Last time he’d chosen not to invade her privacy. This time he didn’t bother with civility.
He was well past the point of gracious courtesy.
There was not a chance in hell he would let Lucy ignore him. No way. No how. She’d left his place earlier with that perfectly bland
And though it turned her on, got her hot and hormonal, made her pussy weep and her breasts tighten, she did nothing but kiss him back.
And though his erection ground against her ass, a hard, pulsing, immovable object, and hoarse moans tore from his throat, he did nothing but kiss her thoroughly. His whiskers scraped her cheek, abrading her skin, and Lucy loved it.
He kissed her so thoroughly, and for so long, Lucy saw stars. And heard bells ring.
They reverberated through her ears, the sweetest sound possible.
Only problem was, they didn’t stop.
One ring turned into two. The sweetness became annoying, intrusive.
Which was when she realized the ringing was not her imagination, nor was it brought about by Seb’s magic mouth.
No, the ringing was the doorbell, the same one she’d pressed earlier.
She broke the kiss with regret, drawing her mouth away from his. He chased her movement, caught her lips with his and kissed her again. She almost ceded to sensation.
But the bell rang a third time.
She forced her eyes open. “Seb, your bell. Someone’s at the door.”
“Hmm?” His eyes were closed, his face angled towards her, and his lips were cherry red and swollen from her kiss. He looked…edible. Delicious. Lost in the moment. Lucy would have liked to eat him whole. Or nibble on him from top to toe, one sweet inch at a time.
“Your doorbell is ringing,” she told him, the voice of reason in a moment that held no reason whatsoever.
“What’s a doorbell?” he asked, his face taking on a dreamy expression that did funny things to her heart.
She grinned in delight and shook his shoulder. “Snap out of it, dopey head. Someone’s at the door. You have a visitor.”
“Don’t want visitors. Only want you.”
“I’m flattered.” She wasn’t just flattered. She was blown clean away. “But whoever’s here isn’t leaving.”
As if to corroborate her words, the bell rang a fourth time. And just like that Seb snapped out of his reverie.
Gone was the dreamy expression, and gone was the erection against her bottom. He deflated like a pricked balloon even as his spine straightened.
Seb set her aside so she sat on the couch beside him. He dragged a hand over his head and jumped up. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Fuck what? Why?”
He scratched his head. “Shit, this isn’t what you think. Isn’t what it looks like, I swear.”
“What isn’t?” she asked, bewildered.
He held up his hands, flustered. “I’ll explain it all as soon as I can. I promise. Just let me get a shirt on and answer the door.”
He charged down the passage and disappeared into his room.
Not sure what to make of his behavior, Lucy shook her head, made her way to the door before the visitor rang again and opened it.
Fast as he could, Seb grabbed a shirt from his cupboard, tugged it over his shoulders and sprinted back down his passage.
Apparently he wasn’t fast enough.
Lucy stared at him from beside the open front door, a bland, expressionless smile on her face. “Ah, Seb. There you are. Good. Look who’s here. It’s Sarah. Looking stunning and all ready for your date tonight.”
Chapter Six
This time when Seb banged on her front door, he had no false expectations. If Lucy was home, she wasn’t going to answer.
Still, he gave her the opportunity, just in case. He banged, rang and banged again. When his efforts proved fruitless, he gave up trying, hauled his keys from his pocket and let himself in. Last time he’d chosen not to invade her privacy. This time he didn’t bother with civility.
He was well past the point of gracious courtesy.
There was not a chance in hell he would let Lucy ignore him. No way. No how. She’d left his place earlier with that perfectly bland
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