by Chloe Maddox
He pulled back, and I stared at him in confusion.
“Casey is an ex of mine. That kiss didn’t mean anything. She just wanted to make amends after the way she treated me, but I wasn’t interested. I wished her well, and that was it,” he explained as he raked his hands through his hair.
“Oh.” I blinked.
“You have every right to ask me though, and I know it’s because we’ve been avoiding this conversation though God knows why because I know that I’m starting to fall for you.”
“I, what?” I asked, sharply, my breath hitching in my throat.
“I’m falling for you,” he said, each word slowly. “And I know it’s maybe too soon to tell for other people, but I know how I feel, and I know that you feel the same even if you won’t admit it yet.”
“I, well, I—” I stammered as my mind raced with all the implications of what this might mean.
This wasn’t how I expected things to turn out at all.
“I don’t want to share you with anyone else, so it makes sense that you wouldn’t want to share me with anyone else either. I want you all to myself,” Sean said as he cupped my face in his hands and leaned in to kiss me again.
I shuddered as I melted into the kiss, my body angling towards his. Sean made a low growling noise in the back of his throat as his hands fell to my legs, and he hooked them around his waist.
He wrenched his lips from my mouth and began to pepper my neck with kisses.
My grip on his shoulders tightened. “Sean, we’re in public.”
“So? I don’t care who sees or hears us. You’re all I see right now and let everyone who’s passing by wish they were us,” Sean growled as he lowered the straps of my dress and began to kiss my shoulders blades.
His words sent a heady rush of desire coursing through me, and I realized I wanted him then and there. With the motorcycle rumbling beneath us causing little shivers of pleasure to course through me because of the vibration.
Sean pushed my dress up, so that he was able to press himself against me. I felt his bulge through his pants, and I smiled as I ran my hands over his beck and squeezed his ass tightly.
I fumbled with the buttons on the front of his shirt and managed to free him without lowering his jeans. I gasped as he pressed himself against my wet core. His lips trailed from my shoulders to breasts where he twirled his tongue around the sensitive buds.
My hands began to claw at his back, and I wished I was able to feel his skin pressed against mine, but I knew that wasn’t possible at this point. Sean reached between us and hooked his thumb around my panties and pushed them down.
Once he did, he positioned himself so that he was at my opening, and he pressed his lips to mine at the same time as he thrust. A low moan sounded at the back of my throat as I pressed myself even closer to him.
He was thrusting at a slow even pace as he pressed his forehead to mine.
“Tell me you want me,” Sean said in a low voice.
“I want you,” I said, immediately.
“You’re mine, Isabel. Not anyone else’s. No one else will ever make you feel the way that I do or know you the way that I do.” Sean panted as he punctuated each word with a thrust.
I nodded my head eagerly. “I feel the same way, Sean.”
When I said those words, he threw his head back and let out a low guttural sound as his thrusting began to increase in speed. We clamped our hands over each other’s mouths to muffle the sounds, our gazes colliding and staying on each other.
My body writhed and convulsed beneath me as I came apart, and he followed soon after. We stayed like that for a moment, unable to move and basking in the aftermath when Sean pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead.
He slowly pulled out of me and zipped up his jeans while I lifted up my underwear and rearranged my dress.
I fluffed up my hair to give it a less ruffled look, but I knew it was pointless. If my hair didn’t give me away, I was sure my swollen lips and the flushed color on my cheeks would be a dead giveaway.
Not that I cared.
Sean killed the motor, and we sat there for a minute, catching our breath as the sound of our quiet breathing filled the night air.
“You’re amazing.” I pressed my lips to his cheek for a quick peck, and he cheekily turned his head at the last minute, so I caught his lips instead.
I grinned as I playfully shoved him away. “Nuh uh. None of that because I am actually starving.”
“So am I.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“I meant for food.”
“Food, sure…” He drawled as he looked me up and down.
“Okay, let’s get out of here because if we stay, we’ll never make it inside.” I hopped off the motorbike and ran my fingers over my dress to smooth it out.
“I agree. Besides, we can eat now, and I know what I’m having for desert later.”
THE END
