Page 85 of A Wild Darkness

“Thank you,” she mutters, half asleep.

I can’t leave her now.

“Of course,” I say, lowering my arm to the middle of her back, and with a gentle nudge, she scoots closer.

I lie awake for what feels like a while, aware of every little sound she makes. The way her lungs rise and fall with each breath and the way she feels perfect in my arms—because nothing can get to her here. But her comfort and warmth eventually let me fall into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

STEVIE

Itoss and turn in bed while Sebastian lies next to me, sleeping. I don’t know what time it is, but the dull ache between my legs tells me I need to be awake doing something different. My eyes scan the length of the muscles on his arm as it’s tucked above his head. Then I let them glide along his sharp jawline before finally landing on the waistband of his boxers.

My pussy muscles clench knowing that his dick is less than a couple inches away from me. Wine always gets me aroused, and now I find myself turned the fuck on, stuck in a bed with an insanely hot guy who I can’t touch—and what makes things even worse is that my body knows what he feels like, and I’m dying to experience him again.

I flip onto my back and stare at the white tray ceiling above me. The room is quiet, but the way my heart is racing echoes inside my ears like a bass speaker.

I suck in a deep breath, gripping the sheets in both hands, trying to push the feeling aside.

“Dammit,” I whisper under my breath.

I brought my vibrator! I always keep one in my travel bags because a girl can get lonely once in a while.

Carefully, I roll myself off the side of the bed. Then I tiptoe over to my suitcase and dig through my clothes in the dark until my hand lands on the familiar rubber device. My lungs release a sigh of relief as I pull it out, but my heart drops when I hear wrestling behind me. I whip my head around to find Sebastian lying on his side, facing the opposite direction.

Another sigh of relief.

I lift off the floor with the vibrator in one hand and walk out of the bedroom. Dragging my eyes around the room, looking for a discreet place to go, I see a lounge chair with a footstool in the far corner of the room. Hidden beneath the shadows and away from the natural moonlight peering in from the crack in the drapes, I think it might work. Besides, I shouldn’t take long.

After one more glance behind me into the dark bedroom, I make sure I’m alone and walk over to the chair in the corner. Crawling into place, I get myself comfortable with my back against the chair and then lower my panties to my ankles. Holding my breath, I hit the one button, and the toy buzzes in my hand. I lie back and close my eyes, bringing the vibrations to the top of my clit. The instant it hits me, my insides clench, and my legs lock into place.

Suddenly, a creak in the wood halts my movements, and I slam my thumb into the button, turning it off. My heart stops. My eyes scan the dark room as my pussy tingles, craving for release.

“I haven’t been a good boyfriend, have I?”

“Shit!” I yelp, throwing the vibrator across the room. “Sebastian?”

Sebastian’s shadow stands in front of me. “You’re a needy girl, aren’t you, Stevie?”

Embarrassment seizes my entire body, sending heat straight up my back and burning my cheeks. I close my legs, pulling them up to the chair. “What?”

He kicks the footstool away, sending it toppling over onto the wooden floor. “I haven’t given you what you need.”

“You scared the hell out of me! How did you know I was over here?” I demand, my voice shaking.

Then he drops to his knees in front of me. “Open your legs.”

Oh my god. “What?”

His hands find the tops of my knees. I want to pull away, but I don’t. “Let me help you.”

“Help me?” I say, stunned. “I thought you were asleep?”

I can barely make out his smile through the shadows in the room. “I hear everything.” He gently pushes on the inside of my knees. “I see everything.” The pressure increases, and my legs part. He slides in between them. A draft of cool air dusts my insides, making me feel vulnerable, but when I resist the grip he has on my legs, he stops me. “Besides, my duty as your boyfriend is to make sure you’re satisfied. And I haven’t done a good job with that.”

My eyes flutter. “But won’t this complicate things?”

“Not if I don’t fuck you again.” He lowers his head to press a soft kiss on my inner thigh. “Consider this a favor. And since I’m a little hungry, you’ll be doing me one, too.”