Page 13 of Sebastian's Baby

I’m sipping a whisky I ordered from the bar when Gabriel’s body stiffens next to me, and he says, “Heads up, Hayden, Blake just arrived.”

I follow his gaze and glare at the asshole Hayden dated before he hooked up with Ally.

“Well, there goes my night,” I declare while rolling my eyes. I look over at Lita, thinking this might be a good excuse to get her alone with me. “Hey, princess, want to dance with me?”

“She definitely does,” Becky tells me with a grin on her face.

“Shut up, Becky,” Lita mutters and nudges her with her elbow.

“Is that a yes?” I ask hopefully.

“I’m still drinking my drink.” Lita raises her cup to her mouth and takes a sip.

I look over to see Blake is heading toward us, and my jaw tightens. “You had the opportunity to be my knight in shining armor, princess, but it looks like you’re too late.”

Blake stops in front of Hayden and says, “Hey, guys. Hi, Hayden, how are you?”

“Hey, Blake. I’m fine; are you having a good night?”

“Sure am, new girlfriend?” Blake indicates to Lita, and she laughs, but it’s not the melodic one she’s given all night. Her body is all stiff, and she’s looking back and forth between Hayden and Blake, who asks, “Is something funny?”

Lita cringes and says, “No. We won a competition to meet them.”

I grin at her and wonder if she’ll reconsider my offer now she’s actually met the asshole. “Are you sure you don’t want to go dance with me, Lita?”

“Why am I not surprised you’re trying to sleep with a fan, Sebastian?” Blake smirks at me, and his face is looking pretty damn punchable.

To my sheer relief, and probably Blake’s luck as well, Lita says, “Sure, Sebastian, let’s go dance.”

I resist the urge to shove Blake when I pass him with Lita, and I place my hand on the small of her back as we leave the VIP. Suddenly, my frustration at Blake’s appearance is gone. All I can focus on is Lita’s warm skin under her shirt. Arousal floods through me, and I’m excited to dance with her and have more excuses to touch her.

I lean across and say in Lita’s ear above the sound of the pounding music, “Thanks for giving me an excuse to get out of there.”

“I was more than glad to. No offense, but Blake seems like a dick,” she tells me as we reach the dance floor.

I grin at her. “You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know, princess.”

I watch her as we dance, a solid foot of space between us. She’s slightly out of time with the music and not a good dancer, but I couldn’t care less. I get shoved by someone behind me and move closer to Lita.

About thirty seconds later, she gets bumped as well, and she moves closer to me. Each time someone touches me, I move closer to Lita. I want to pull her into my arms, but she’s been so resistant this evening that I want her to make the first move.

Finally, we’re so close that our bodies are almost touching, and she reaches her arms up and places them around my neck.

I smile triumphantly and place my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. I enjoy having this woman in my arms, and dancing with her no longer feels like a means to an end. It feels like I’ve already won; what, I don’t know.

I drop my head to say into her ear, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”

She turns her lips to my ear, and her words turn me inside out when she says, “Thanks for the warning. Are you saying sleeping with you is hell, then?”

I pull my head back to stare into her face as what she said sinks in. The sexual desire that she inspires in me is overwhelming. It feels like we’ve spent the last four hours engaging in verbal foreplay, and I am so ready to fuck her.

“Do you want to sleep with me, Lolita Ciccone?”

I want her absolute consent, and I count up the number of drinks she’s had. Four. An average of one an hour. She’s sober enough to fuck.

I’ve just come to this conclusion when she says, “Yes.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to hear that word, and I lean down to ask the question I’ve wanted to ask her since we were at the pool hall. “Posso baciarti?”

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