Page 96 of Little Do You Know

He looks confused by my sudden movement. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”

“It’s Thanksgiving; I cannot have a hickey where my family can see.” I poke his chest, and he grins widely.

“Are you sure?” Bash asks, brushing my hair back. “I loved how the last one looked, knowing I left it there.”

“Enough of the caveman act. If you want to leave a mark, leave it where no one but you can see it, okay?”

“Deal.” He lights up, slowly pulling away to remove his shirt in one smooth movement. I wonder if he’s practiced that in a mirror to make undressing look so effortlessly sexy. I shrug out of my jacket, reaching for the zipper on the back of my dress, but I can’t quite get it. It’s definitely not a sexy look, trying to twist for this tiny little zipper. Sebastian smiles, watching me struggle until I finally admit defeat. “Can you please help me?”

“But it’s so fun watching you try to take your clothes off,” he says, his whiskey-colored eyes trailing all over me with desire, making me feel less ridiculous.

I pull Sebastian back to me by his belt, my fingers trailing over his torso. “Think about how much more fun we’ll have without our clothes on.”

He slowly unzips my dress; I slide my arms out of the sleeves, letting it fall to a heap on the ground. I regain my grip on his belt, undoing it so Sebastian can be in as little clothes as I am.

I feel like a horny teenager eager to have sex because sex with Bash is everything and more. It’s about needing him just as much as he needs me. I am craving that close intimacy during and afterward.

I back away, desperate to take my heels off before I break an ankle while Sebastian kicks his shoes off. He removes his pants quickly before we’re fused back together, stumbling backward into the kitchen table. Based on Sebastian’s newfound urgency, I don’t think we will make it to his bedroom.

Bash doesn’t wait to finish undressing me as he turns me to bend me over the table. “Hell, you look so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, pulling my underwear down and leaving them around my ankles.

I look over my shoulder to see him fisting his cock, and my mouth waters. “Are you going to fuck me or your hand?”

His hands land on my hips, my body shivering at Sebastian’s touch. He enters me painfully slow, taking his sweet ass time as I moan. “So beautiful,” he repeats, his voice a low rumble. I clench my fists, overwhelmed by the pleasure I feel now.

“Bash,” I moan his name. Waiting when I’m entirely at his will is almost too much for me to handle. I love that we can’t get enough of each other. Sex with Sebastian is everything and more; I crave the intimacy I feel during and after when it feels like no one exists but us.

The crescendo in my body builds, and I start squirming for Sebastian to pick up the pace. He leans over me, threading a hand with mine as I feel the table move underneath me at the force of his thrusts.

“Come for me, Lia,” he instructs, and I tip over the edge, Sebastian following right behind me with a groan.

He kisses the middle of my back as I unpeel myself from the table, my arms shaky. I kick off my underwear because I might trip if I don’t. “I think you’re trying to kill me.” Sebastian pants, looking at me through half-laden eyes that are still roaming over me with a hunger I’m not quite sure I can satiate.

“I’m happy to try again.” I laugh breathlessly, and Sebastian scoops me up to lay me on the rug before the fireplace. He grabs a blanket off the arm of the couch and covers me up with it as he turns the fireplace on, casting a soft glow around the room. “Careful, Bash, you’re setting the standard pretty high,” I tease, and he smiles at me.

“Good. You deserve high standards,” he says, looking over me appreciatively. “Wait there.”

“What? Where are you going?”

“Do you want your present or not?” Sebastian calls back. Present? What am I getting a present for?

He walks back into the room with a long velvet box in hand. Bash lowers himself to lie beside me, placing the box in my hands. “Why am I getting a present? Are you paying me for sex?” I tease, trying to calm the hammering in my heart.

“I am not paying you for sex, but I never got to give you this for your birthday.” He smiles softly, and I open it carefully. It’s a delicate gold chain with a small plaque just big enough to fit coordinates on it.

“It’s beautiful. What are the coordinates of?”

From the close proximity, I can see his cheeks flush. “The coordinates are for the front yard of this house because it was the first time I saw you. You and Owen had just moved in and came over with your mom, and I was sitting on the front step.” He smiles fondly, and I wish I were old enough to remember. I was three, but as far as I can remember, Sebastian’s always been a part of my life. “It took me a few days to decide what coordinates to have engraved: first kiss, first argument, first time together, and I finally decided on the first time we met because without that first, none of the others could have happened. That is what makes it so special out of all the others.”

I feel tears form in my eyes. “Will you put it on me?”

He nods, so I hand him the necklace carefully. I sit up, turning and pulling my hair over one shoulder. Bash places the cold jewelry across my collarbones and clasps it with minimal effort.

“And you’ve just been holding onto this?” I ask, lying back on my side to face him.

“It just never seemed like the right time to give it to you.”

My hand drifts up to touch it, and I smile at him. “Tonight has been perfect. Thank you.”

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