Chapter 17

Sebastian was surprised by the girl's speech; she had become notoriously shy the second she said it, and even Emma's rosy cheeks intrigued him. She was beautiful, and it looked like he could already read her all over. Sebastian looked at her with longing, but in his eyes and in his touch, there was tenderness. He touched the strands of dark hair that were scattered over the grass and ran his fingers down Emma's face. He saw her close her eyes, subtly giving herself over to such a simple touch.

He leaned in a little closer, kissing Foster's chin, and heard her sigh. His entire body also shivered. His mouth trailed a little further, touched the girl's lips again, and reveled in the deep touch. Emma was notoriously unused to kissing. Sebastian could see that. But the girl was good and smart, and it didn't take long until she learned how to keep a good rhythm in the kiss. The strength in how Sebastian touched her waist and covered her body with his gave her more and more desire to