Jesus fucking Christ. She might end up being the death of me. But what a way to go.
VIOLET
Seth was suddenly acting strange. In the kitchen earlier, he was flirty and ready to have his way with me again. I could see the way he internally argued with himself, practicing someamazing restraint to not devour me right there on his kitchen counter.
But now, as we were finishing our last bites of food, he was definitely distant.
Finally, I couldn’t stand the tense silence that had covered us in the last five minutes.
“You okay?”
His head popped up, eyes wide. “Yeah. Fine.”
The words were said too quickly, almost like an automatic response. I raised a brow, and he let out a long breath.
“No.”
“What’s wrong?” I didn’t understand what had changed from the time we were in the kitchen together to now.
He hesitated. But then, almost whispering, he said, “I’m scared of losing you.”
Oh my God. This man.
I pushed back my chair and got up, going around to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around my back and I took his face in my hands. “Seth, I’m not going anywhere.”
His head shook slightly in my hands. “You don’t know how you’re going to feel in four months when this baby comes.” He hugged me tighter. “When I’m in Charlotte.”
“Whenwe’rein Charlotte.”
His eyes widened as he searched my face. It was now or never to admit how deep my feelings went for him. To make sure he knew.
I took a deep breath. “My feelings for you aren’t going to change, they’re only going to get stronger.” I brushed the hair back off his forehead. “I’m fine doing long distance until we’re both ready. But Seth, in the end, I want to be wherever you are.”
“You’d be willing to move?” His brows pulled together ever so slightly and a smile tugged at his lips.
I nodded. “Of course.” Hattie was right, he needed to hear this. “I’m not Lucy. And you’re not James.”
“Damn straight. I’m not anything like that prick.”
Man, did I know that. They were nothing alike. Seth constantly put me first. My needs. My wants. Showed up time and time again, even when he didn’t need to. He was loyal, and even though it seemed like he didn’t like people, he still cared about them.
“I know.” I swallowed, nervous that it was too early to tell him that I had fallen in love with him. But then again—I smiled—I did just tell him I would move to Charlotte with him so…
“Violet.” He threaded one hand through my hair. “I’m so in love with you it scares me. And maybe it’s too soon to tell you that, but I don’t care. It’s the truth.”
“You know, I did just say I would move to be with you.” I raised a brow. “I wouldn’t be willing to do that if I didn’t love you too.”
The smile that lit up his face was probably the most endearing thing I’d ever seen. He was like a kid on Christmas morning. His grip tightened in my hair, bringing my mouth to his. His lips brushed against mine. Slowly, tenderly, but it quickly turned into more. Needy and desperate. My body heated like an inferno.
He hooked an arm under my knees, and I gasped as he stood, carrying me a few feet to one of the cushioned benches that surrounded the fire he had going. He sat with me on his lap, using his hand on my inner thigh to hike my leg across his while my other leg dangled over his knee. His shirt that I wore rode high up on my thighs. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and, in this position, I was completely open and bare to him.
His hand trailed up under the shirt, going straight to the apex of my thighs. “You’re going to come wrapped around my fingers.” He ran one finger up my slit, circling my clit, and I bitdown on my bottom lip to stop from crying out. “It’s just us out here, baby. You don’t have to be quiet.” He repeated the motion, and this time I didn’t hold back. “I love the sounds you make.” He pushed two fingers inside me, and I bucked against the palm of his hand where it pressed on my clit. “Look at your pretty pussy. So wet. So ready for my cock already.”
I followed his gaze down, watching him thrust in, pressing and rotating his hand against me each time. I couldn’t look away, and it just added to the pleasure he was giving me.
He leaned forward and grabbed one of my piercings through the fabric of the T-shirt. The sensation shot straight to my core, and I screamed out. He moved his hand faster as he tugged on the bar again and again.
Just like every time before with him, I shot quickly to the precipice. He was the only guy I’d experienced these intense orgasms with. My fingers dug into his shoulder as I bucked against his hand.
