Page 47 of Worth the Heat
All three of my brothers feel Sebastian is one hell of a stand-up guy, and they believe he’s the perfect partner for me. They also very quickly told me they completely despised Rick, which was also news to me. Granted, I didn’t exactly get warm and fuzzy feedback from them the first time they met Rick, but they’ve never been the warmest to any man I’ve brought around. I assumed it was a brotherly thing to do.
For them to wholeheartedly root for Sebastian says a lot, because my brothers are excellent judges of character. They were clear to state that, should Sebastian end up hurting me, they have no problem helping Leo bury a body.
They gave me the confidence to come to Sebastian’s and grovel. In true Isabella fashion, however, I saw the busted picture frame and forgot what I was there to do, choosing instead to hurl a pillow at Seb’s head.
Considering he’s now kissing me as his hands seem to be everywhere at once, I think it’s all ending exactly as it’s supposed to.
“Are you sure? You want this?” Sebastian murmurs as he licks down my neck and nibbles on my collarbone.
“Yes,” I moan. “God, yes. Please.”
He chuckles against my skin, grabbing my ass and pulling me flush against him. “I’m not God, baby.”
“You can be whomever you want to be in this moment, Sebastian. Just please put me out of my misery.” Sliding one hand into his hair, I wrap my fingers around the strands and pull. The groan that emanates from his lungs is guttural.
“I only want to be yours, Isabella.”
Well, hot damn. I’m soaking wet now. “You want to be mine?”
His head pops up as he gives me a smirk. “Did you think I’d settle for anything else?”
I shrug. “You said you had been patient, so I didn’t know —”
He interrupts me. “You misunderstood. I was patient waiting for your feelings to catch up to mine. I was patient as you finally saw that I was here. That had nothing to do with my feelings, sweetheart. I told you before that I’ve always been yours. Now you’re ready to accept that.”
A wide grin breaks across my face, and he matches it. “So you’ve always been mine?”
He nods. “Always,mi amor.”
“I guess the real new information here is that I’m yours?”
“Are you ready to be mine?” he asks, and I nod. The responding smile is downright feral. “I hope you’re not tired.”
“What? Why?” I ask with a breathy giggle.
“Because you aren’t sleeping much tonight,” he says, as he picks me up and tosses me onto his bed. I bounce once with a laugh, before he pounces.
“Wait!” I shout, and I see the wince before he schools his expression. “No, not about sex. We’re having sex tonight. But shouldn’t you shut the door? I don’t want Camila walking in.”
Sebastian lets out a relieved breath as his forehead drops to my shoulder. “Fuck, you scared me for a second. She’s at my parents’ house. While the interaction at your apartment didn’t go as I expected, I had every intention of the evening ending in this bed. After that kiss on the sidewalk today, I knew we’d at least be making out tonight.”
“Making out?” I cackle. “Aren’t we too old to be making out? If you ask me to go steady, Sebastian, I’m leaving right now.”
“The fuck you are,” he huffs, grabbing both of my wrists and pinning them above my head. “I don’t care what you call it, as long as a lot of our skin touches and I get to taste multiple parts of your body.”
The hand that isn’t holding my wrists trails up my ribcage, covering my breast. He groans as his lips find mine again, and I writhe against him, desperate to feel his skin. I need my hands on his body. “Please let me touch you.”
“You wanna touch me, baby?” he whispers huskily against my lips. “By all means. Have your way with me.”
Sebastian lets go of my wrists, but before I can get my hands on him, he sits up on his knees, straddling my legs. Wearing a white button-down shirt, the top three buttons already undone, and a gold chain swinging from his neck, he looks like sex personified. Dark hair hangs over his forehead, and I realize I’ve never seen him look so relaxed and happy.
I scoot up so my back is against the headboard, andtentatively reach out to touch his shirt. When he doesn’t move, I unbutton his shirt slowly. With every inch of skin exposed, tattoos weaving an intricate design across his chest, my hands shake a little more. Sebastian senses my discomfort, taking my hand and pressing it to his chest. “Feel this?”
I nod.
“It’s for you, Isabella. My heart beats for you. There is nothing you can say or do that will change that. I already know you are going to be the best I’ve ever had. There is nothing that could ever possibly top tonight, because it’s you, and I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you.”
I sigh as my thumb strokes across his pectoral muscle, watching it twitch. Reaching with my other hand, I slide it underneath the shirt, across his clavicle and onto his shoulder, and revel in how his muscles pulse underneath my touch. He’s so strong, and I honestly can’t believe he’s mine. And that I’m about to see him naked.
