Now isnotthe time to be thinking abouthim.
Or that closed door and how it feels wrong.
Impersonal.
Splaying my thighs, I renew my efforts. Middle finger firm on my clit, rubbing in tight circles, pace increasing until my toes want to curl.
I turn my thoughts to Sebastian moving inside me, his lips on mine, our fingers locked, every hard inch of him filling me.
Especially in the shower.
God, he felt good.
I’m hot and tingly just thinking about it. My heart seems to expand in my chest, making enough room to hold on to the night we spent together, tofeelevery memory.
My back arches, breasts yearning for warm, sweaty skin but finding cool air instead.
Which only takes me back to metal teeth latching on to my nipples.
My attention drifts to the door out of habit.
It needs to be open.
An urge I can’t explain propels me to my feet. I cross to the door, twist the knob, and leave it cracked. The nightlight in the hall casts a thin band of warm illumination across the threshold, reaching the rumpled blankets waiting for me.
When I settle against the pillows, the wrongness is gone, and I arch into position, my hips rising to meet my hand.The climb begins again, Sebastian owning the forefront of my mind, and our first time plays on a loop.
His jacket.
The weight of him blanketing me.
His hot breath against my throat with each desperate thrust.
The way he groaned my name as he came.
A moan spills free, a cross between a whine and a whimper. An innocent woman would stifle it, try to hide it, proudly clutch the shame like a secret.
I’m too needy, and I’m a long way from innocence.
And I’msoclose—closer than I’ve ever been on my own.
I push my slick fingers inside my pussy and reach for it…
The point of no return is right there, just begging me to take the leap and fly, completely solo for the first time.
Except…
In my mind’s eye, I’mnotalone.
Through the crack in that door, a patient brown gaze watches, willing me to justlet go.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, hold my breath, and prepare to?—
Thump.
The noise yanks me back from the edge, and the high-pitched scream that follows turns my blood cold.
That horrible sound is coming from Hugo’s room. I’m out of bed on instinct, snatching my robe off the back of a chair and shoving my arms into the sleeves. Shaky fingers fumble the belt twice, so I clamp it shut in my fist, and then I’m through the door.