My Everything - Seth & Amber (25 page)

“Is this what you want?” The deep and
resonant timbre of Seth’s voice vibrates through her entire
body.

“Yes,” Amber says, filled with delicious
anticipation.

His mouth finds hers as he brushes his lips
lightly against hers in dizzying torment. She leans forward,
seeking deeper contact. He remains just out of reach, not
permitting her to deepen the kiss.

A frustrated moan escapes her mouth as she
closes her eyes. Her head falls back against the wall as she
focuses solely on the tingling ache that the exquisite pressure and
friction his stiff shaft is causing as it rubs against the neediest
part of her. Her hips move in a sensual motion as she grinds her
swollen sex against his rigid erection.

Amber feels her chest rising and falling at a
rapid speed. Her heart beat quickens. She licks her lips and they
part as her breathing deepens.

“Open your eyes,” Seth harshly commands.

Immediately her eyes open and she lifts her
head, her body instantly responding to his virile power.

She finds his gaze, now dark with passion.
“Keep them open. I want you looking at me when you come.”

His bold words cause a thrill to run down her
spine. Her hands knot in the hair at the base of his neck as a
feverish rush spreads through her, electrifying every single nerve
ending in her body. Instinctively her hips grind harder against him
as the broad head of his sex erotically strokes her pleasure
button. Her climax feels so close as tremors race through her.

“Please,” she begs seeking release from his
sensual torment.

Stepping out, his legs spread farther apart.
His strong muscled thighs brace her up, pinning her against the
flat surface of the wall. His strong hands tilt her pelvis slightly
and the new position causes even more intimate contact.

One hand curves farther around her hip as he
kneads her firm flesh. His other hand skims her waist as his
fingers travel up her torso. He cups her full breast in his hot
palm, rolling her pebble-hard nipples between his fingers as her
breathing becomes choppy. The pleasure building inside of her
becoming unbearable as a roaring urgency pulses through her.

His eyes are glowed with a primal inner fire
as heat radiates off his body as he asks, “Do you want to
come?”

“Yes,” Amber says with a shuddering
breath.

A knowing look flashes in his eyes as his
long, thick fingers squeeze around her luscious mound. He bends his
head. His hot, wet mouth covering the tip of her breast. The
suctioning swirl of his tongue around her beaded knot of flesh
sends a sweet shock of pleasure directly to her core.

“Seth,” his name a desperate plea on her
lips.

His teeth graze over her taut nipple, biting
softly before stroking his tongue across her ultra-sensitized peak.
After lavishing attention on one breast he quickly moves to the
other, alternating his sensual assault on her senses.

“Oh, yes. Yes,” even to her own ears her
encouraging words are raspy with need.

She can feel his length pulsing with need as
it presses against the wet warmth of her sex. She wants more. She
wants him inside of her. She needs to feel him embedded deep in her
body.

“Seth, I need you,” desperation permeates her
voice, “Please Seth.”

“Amber,” his voice sounds far away.

She tightens her fingers around his hair and
thrusts her chest into his mouth. But, she can’t feel his lips or
tongue on her.

“Amber,” his voice sounds louder as her body
begins shaking.

She closes her eyes trying to pull herself
over the edge. She is so close if he would just keep licking her.
Touching her. Why did he stop?

She opens her eyes and as they focus she sees
Seth up sitting beside her.

Why isn’t she against the wall? She shuts her
eyes again, squeezing them tight as she wills herself to be back up
against the wall.

“Amber,” concern, not passion, laced Seth’s
raised voice.

Amber’s heart still raced as she opened her
eyes once again. Deciding to take a different route and not look up
because she knew what she would see, she looked down and saw that
she was fully clothed and lying on Seth’s couch. She moved her head
to the side and realized that he sat beside her in black sweats and
a white shirt. As her eyes traveled up his body to his face she
noticed a line between his eyes where his brow furrowed.

Then the realization of the dream she had
just been having hit her like a thunderbolt.

Oh, crap!

She scanned Seth’s face as he loomed over
her. His face was etched with worry. She knew from the intense look
in his eye that, he would probably want a few answers about her
nocturnal behavior.

Her stomach dropped. She wanted to sink into
this couch and hide. Why did she have to have that dream? Here?
Tonight? And if she did have to dream why couldn’t this be like
Nightmare on Elm Street, where Freddy Cougar could pull her down
through the couch cushions with his razor sharp claw hand? Even
that would be preferable to facing Seth while he wore the
expression that was on his face right now.

Amber sat up slightly, attempting to gain
some measure of equal footing in the impending verbal exchange. Or,
you know, at least to feel slightly less vulnerable. She ran her
hands over her hair, smoothing it down as she smiled weakly. She
swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

Hating awkward silences (especially ones
following her being caught having a sexay-time dream) and not
knowing what else to say, she went with, “Hey.”

Seth’s jaw twitched. He did not look like a
happy camper. Oh, boy.

---~---

Seth tried to calm his heart as it hammered
hard against his ribs. When he had heard Amber calling his name,
saying she needed him, something had come over him that he was not
used to feeling. Panic.

He ran out of his room, expecting to see her
in danger. Hurt. Not tossing and turning in a fitful state of
sleep.

But now Amber was awake. She was sitting up.
She was speaking.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yep,” she said as her lips turned up into a
tight smile.

She looked unsettled. Not upset exactly but
not…okay.

He stared into her eyes to search for a clue
as to what could have upset her. She could be upset about the
break-ins. She could have been having a bad dream.

Her eyebrows raised and her eyes widened as
she looked at him asking, “What?”

“Did you have a bad dream?”

“Nope,” she said, shaking her head as a
rose-colored blush crept up her cheeks.

His eyes narrowed as he continued staring at
her. He understood if she didn’t want to talk about it, but he
hated the idea of her being scared or upset, even if it was just in
her dreams.

“Amber…” he hesitated, knowing better than
most what it felt like to not want to talk about something.

Her lips pursed, and her face was pasted into
what was – if he was not mistaken – a very deliberate mask of
neutrality. “Hmmm”

“You can talk to me,” he stated simply.

“I’m good,” she shot back quickly, pulling
the light blanket that was covering her legs up to her waist. The
movement caused his eyes to dart down and he noticed that her
nipples were hard beneath her thin pink tank top.

His gaze traveled back up to her face and he
noticed that the flush was deeper than it had been just a moment
ago. Her lips were full and her breathing was choppy. She
looked…turned on.

Amber pulled the blanket up even farther and
licked her lips nervously as she looked down. A stray piece of hair
fell across her forehead. He lifted his hand and, as he brushed it
back, his fingers skimmed her soft skin.

He heard a catch in her breath as she looked
up at him through long, inky lashes. Her green-flecked golden eyes
were shimmering in the rays of moonlight shining through the
window. God, she was so beautiful.

He shouldn’t ask. He should stand up. He
should go back in his room.

He didn’t.

“Did you have a sex dream?” he asked.

“Yep,” she nodded. He had never met a woman
as straightforward as she was. He found it incredibly hot.

“About me?” he clarified.

“Yep,” she repeated, sounding none too happy
about her admission, but nevertheless, not backing down.

His groin hardened instantly.

“Is this the first one you’ve had?” It
shouldn’t matter. Why was he torturing himself?

A strangled laugh left her lips, “No.”

He could feel his nostrils flare as he asked,
“Do you have them often?”

“Define oft…” Her hand waved dismissively,
“Oh screw it. Yes I have them often. Okay. There.” Her head tilted
in challenge. She crossed her arms below her below her breasts
causing them to push up into mouthwatering mounds.

As he stared down at her chest he said, “We
can’t be together.”

“You’ve made that clear,” her tone was
flat.

He turned away from her so that his elbows
were resting on his knees. His heart rate was speeding up, but it
had nothing to do with fear. This was an entirely different kind of
adrenaline coursing through his veins. He flexed his hands as his
body strung tight with need. “What happens?”

“Umm, I guess we’ll be friends...?” she
sounded unsure.

He turned back to her, his voice raw and
rasping. “In your dreams. What happens in your dreams?”

She didn’t answer him right away. He
waited.

Licking her lips he saw that her eyes were
filled with a little nervousness and maybe a little excitement.
“Mostly they are just a replay of that night. Sometimes it starts
at the beginning, sometimes it starts in the middle.” She shrugged.
“Usually I wake up before the good parts.”

“The good parts,” he repeated.

“Yeah, I’ve basically had dreams filled with
foreplay for eight years,” she said with frustration filling her
voice. “It’s been good times.”

“What do you do?”

A look of confusion fell over her face.

“When you wake up?”

Her lips formed a circle as she breathed,
“Oh.”

A small seductive smile played on her lips.
He waited.

She didn’t say anything, just kept staring at
him, her eyes sparked with arousal. He held himself absolutely
still with barely-controlled restraint.

“Amber,” he growled.

“What?” she asked faux-innocently.

He stared at her. A stare that had broken
assassins, terrorists, traitors.

She just smiled.

--- ~ ---

Her stomach felt like it was the inside of a
dryer, tumbling over and over again. Not from embarrassment. She
knew that a lot of girls might be really embarrassed in her
situation. But she wasn’t most girls. She did feel a little nervous
but it was more of an oh-I-can’t-wait-to-see-what-happens-next kind
of heightened anticipation than a true state of nervous
embarrassment.

Amber’s pulse quickened at his line of
questioning. She knew exactly what he was asking. But no way was
she gonna let him off that easy. If he wanted details he was going
to have to come right out and ask her for them. She smirked. She
would love to see what effect her answers might have on Mr. We
Can’t Be Together.

Seth’s shirt pulled taut across his back as
he sat beside her. She shamelessly took in the powerful line of his
shoulders. She felt a fluttering of tingles deep in her core. Her
eyes followed the slope of his shoulder, over his bulging bicep,
down his strong, muscled forearms to his large, capable hands. She
knew what those callused, work-worn hands felt like on her body.
She knew the kind of out-of-this-world pleasure those hands could
give her.

As she stared at his thick fingers, she could
still feel the heat of his potent stare on her. She lifted her head
and took just a moment to appreciate how unbelievably sexy Seth
Sloan was. The contrast between his compelling blue eyes and jet
black hair, his smooth olive-tone skin, his strong and firm
features all combined to create a classically handsome face. When
you added to that his physical perfection the air of confidence and
authority he embodied, the effect was pure, unadulterated
sexuality.

Tonight, when they had slow danced, she had
felt truly alive, for maybe the first time in her life. Her body,
mind and soul had experienced an awakening the likes of which she
had never before experienced. The closest she had ever come to that
feeling of euphoria in the past were, first, the night with Seth in
DC, and, second, the night she had gotten on the back of his bike
here in Harper’s Crossing.

Tonight, as she had swayed in his arms, her
body pressed tightly against his muscular form, she had felt so
safe, so protected, that she could just…be.

To have the kind of passion that they shared
in addition to the safety and comfort he made her feel, multiplied
by the fact that she was one hundred percent certain that she was
in love with him, equaled a once-in-a-lifetime connection.

Seth may not know how to deal with what was
happening between them, but she had seen in his eyes that he cared
for her. She had certainly felt that he was physically attracted to
her. And his actions had shown her that he wanted to protect her.
He had gone out of his way – more than once, as a matter of fact –
to make sure that she was safe and taken care of.

Amber was logical, pragmatic. She knew that
he was holding back. She knew that since he was holding back, he
had a good reason. She wasn’t going to push him about being in any
kind of a committed relationship.

She was a patient girl. It may take some
time, but she had faith in him and his ability to realize how
special what they shared was. He had never given her any reason to
doubt him.

But, as far as their physical relationship
went...well, between the erotic dreams and the slow dancing, the
bike rides, and the self-defense class – not to mention a
near-constant stream of smolderingly intense shared stares – she
was at her breaking point. So, what the hell. If she needed take
the necessary action to tip things in her favor, then so be it.