The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 362

Riley couldn't shake the feeling that she was forgetting something important, but his kiss was so dominant and overwhelming that she was completely lost in it, entirely unable to think straight.

That was, until...

"Riley, the doorbell earlier..." Mrs. Gable walked out of the room holding a freshly bathed Alora. Seeing the two of them kissing passionately in the entryway, her words died in her throat. Her eyes went wide with shock, her jaw dropping open in sheer disbelief.

She saw what?

Mr. St. John kissing Riley!

Hearing the voice, it was as if Riley had been struck by lightning. She snapped back to reality instantly.

She shoved Sebastian away and looked at Mrs. Gable in a sheer panic. She opened her mouth to explain, only to realize she had absolutely no idea what to say.

She couldn't exactly say, 'It's not what you think.'

They were literally making out. If it wasn't what it looked like, what else could it be?

Compared to Riley's frantic state, Sebastian was remarkably calm. He naturally took Riley's hand, his deep voice carrying a husky edge of desire. "Why did you push me?"

Riley was speechless.

Was this really the time to ask that?

She tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was unyielding. She glared at him and hissed, "Mrs. Gable is watching. Let go."

Mrs. Gable finally snapped out of her stupor. "I didn't see anything. I didn't see a thing," she repeated hastily, turning right back around with Alora in her arms and shutting the door behind her.

Riley shot Sebastian a reproachful look. "Mrs. Gable is going to get the wrong idea."

Sebastian raised a brow. "Don't you trust her?"

It wasn't that she didn't trust her. During the darkest days of her divorce, when her own parents had abandoned her, Mrs. Gable was the only one who stayed by her side, moving with her to Statenbury and helping care for Alora.

If it hadn't been for Mrs. Gable, she wouldn't have known how to survive in this unfamiliar city alone with a baby. To Riley, Mrs. Gable was more reliable and comforting than her actual blood relatives.

"I trust her."

Sebastian reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "If you trust her, then there's no need to hide us from her."

He had a point. Living under the same roof, there was no way she could keep it a secret anyway. But... "How am I supposed to explain this to her?"

"If you're embarrassed, you don't have to say a word. What she just saw was explanation enough."

Riley nodded. Getting caught making out was an incredibly embarrassing and shameful experience.

Watching Riley's shy demeanor, a fierce wave of longing crashed through Sebastian. "It wasn't enough," he said hoarsely.

Riley looked at him in confusion. "What wasn't enough?"

"The kiss."

Riley was speechless.

Sebastian began to lean in again.

Soon, the elevator reached the ground floor. Riley stepped out and, realizing Sebastian hadn't followed, glanced back to see him lingering at the back of the crowd. She slowed her pace to fall into step beside him.

"Why are you walking so slowly?" she asked.

Sebastian grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the nearby stairwell.

Riley was bewildered. "That's the stairwell. What are you doing?"

He didn't say a word. It wasn't until he pulled her inside, shut the door, and pinned her against it that she finally realized his intent. But before she could even get a word out, his lips crashed down on hers.

This man...

If her room was off-limits, the stairwell was the backup plan?

When she had said 'no,' she hadn't just meant the location—she meant the kissing entirely!

But quickly, all of Riley's coherent thoughts were obliterated by Sebastian's kiss.

The motion-sensor light had flicked on when they entered, but as they kissed, the light timed out, plunging them into total darkness. The only sounds left in the silent space were their heavy breathing and the unmistakable, wet sounds of their lips intertwining.

Riley had never expected the always calm and composed Sebastian to kiss with such ferocity. He kissed her until her entire body went limp and the root of her tongue turned numb.

The more Sebastian kissed her, the more addicted he became. He wanted nothing more than to melt her into his very bones, to keep her locked safely against him so they would never be apart. His raw craving and greed for her spilled over completely in that moment.

A simple kiss was no longer enough to satisfy him. He wanted more.