Page 83 of Worth the Heat
Sebastian sighs. “The same thing you did. I’d have sacrificed myself.”
My head pops up, and I absentmindedly swipe at my face, moving rogue locks of hair that are stuck in streaks of tears. “Then why are you mad at me?”
“I’m mad because I could have lost you. I’m mad because I had no control over anything that happened today. And I’m furious because that fucker stuck his tongue in your mouth even after you said you had no interest in what he was offering. In front of me. In front of his wife. I wanted to strangle him right then, and I knew I’d be killed, and who knows what he’d have done to you. And I’m more upset with myself because I thought about killing him anyway,” he fumes.
“That’s — that’s not a normal reaction from you,” I murmur.
“No, it’s not. I’m not violent. I kick people out of the MC if they start fights for no reason. I always feel like disagreements can be solved verbally instead of physically. But the moment — the fuckingmomentthat asshole looked at you with interest in his eyes, I wanted to launch across the room and rip his head off.”
I ponder that for a moment. “Maria wanted you too, youknow. She’d have slit my throat if she thought you’d agree to be her next lover.”
The look of disgust he gives me is comical. “Gross. First of all, not my type. Secondly, I’m not a fucking home wrecker, regardless of whether they claim their marriage is open or not. And lastly, she’s notyou.”
I smile tenderly at him. His voice is evening out, and he no longer looks like he might collapse at any moment. “I’m sorry, Sebastian.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,mi Cielo. None of this was your fault.”
“I started the ball rolling by glitter-bombing Rick’s apartment. Did I understand that correctly? That Rick and Amelia are probably going to get murdered in Mexico?”
He nods, his lips pursed in a straight line. “That isn’t your fault, Isabella. Fernando insinuated Rick had been stealing from him. If he’s taking Amelia out too, then he must have evidence she’s also stealing. The Cartel don’t take too kindly to that. An eye-for-an-eye.”
“And are you disgusted by me now? Because he kissed me?” I blurt out, blushing furiously as I ask the question I can’t stop thinking about. Am I tainted now?
“What the fuck? No, baby. I’m not disgusted by you in any way. You didn’t ask for any of this,” he says.
“I feel a little dirty,” I confess. “It’s been a long day, and then being on the motorcycle, plus him touching me … I feel like I want to scrub my skin off.”
“Do you want to shower?” he asks.
I nod. “But will you shower with me?”
“Of course.”
Sliding off his lap, I grab Sebastian’s hand and pull him into the large bathroom. I think momentarily about taking a bath, as there is a large soaking tub in the corner of the space, butcontinue to the shower. Sebastian turns on the water while I remove my clothes. I frown when I think about having to put these clothes back on whenever we leave to go home, knowing it’ll feel awful to slide into dirty clothing that is caked in flour.
I sigh in relief as I step under the hot water, letting it soak my hair. Sebastian steps in behind me, and I hear the pump of the attached shampoo bottle as he fills his hand. I moan much louder than I should when he begins washing my hair, his strong fingers massaging my scalp at the perfect pressure. He turns me to face him, and I lay my head on his chest. I feel his lips ghost over my forehead, and I smile.
When Sebastian speaks, his voice is husky and tender. “The first moment I saw you, I fell for you. It was like my heart began beating at the rhythm it was supposed to for the first time. Each time I saw you since, I became even more convinced you were meant to be mine. While these last few months haven’t been ideal, I’ll never regret getting to know you so deeply. Learning everything you like, watching you fall for my daughter, and seeing you trust me more and more each day. I’ve been half in love with you for years, Isabella, but there’s nothing compared to how my heart beats for you now.”
I look up at him, and he bends to apply the sweetest of kisses to my lips. The memory of Fernando is erased immediately. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, with the man that I love, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sebastian rests his forehead against mine as he pushes us under the water to rinse out the shampoo. His fingers dance across my hair and back perfectly. He continues with the conditioner, expertly applying the product where it should go, and he catches my smile. “This is where having a daughter with long hair has its perks.”
“I guess so,” I laugh. We take turns washing each other’s bodies, then step back into the spray to clean off the soap andconditioner. Standing there, with Sebastian’s arms tightly around me, I’ve never felt so cherished. It’s intimate, comforting, and sexy all at the same time. I gaze up at him, starstruck at his beauty. His hair, so dark it’s almost black, and how I love it even more when we’re at home, because the unruly locks give him a boyish look. The perfect brows that arch when he teases me, but cover those deep brown eyes that only sparkle for his daughter and me. Flawless lips that look best when tipped up in a smirk, but also fit against mine so sublimely.
I stand on my tiptoes, pressing my lips against his. Sebastian sighs into my mouth as one hand tracks up my spine to grab the back of my head. He deepens the kiss as he turns me, pressing me into the tile wall. I shriek against the cold material, but then moan softly as he drops to his knees, taking a nipple deep into his mouth.
“You can do better than that,” he murmurs, circling my nipple with his tongue, before lightly biting the tip.
“Do what better?” I ask, confusion evident in my tone.
“Moan. We aren’t at home, baby. You can get loud.” He sucks harder while pinching the other nipple, and I gasp. He kisses down my stomach. “Nah. I want you to knock the roof off this joint.”
Throwing one of my legs over his shoulder, he attacks my pussy with gusto. Quickly sliding two fingers inside, he sucks on my clit with the same tempo that he scissors his fingers in and out. In. Suck. Out. Suck. It’s exhilarating and maddening and oh God, so fucking good. I clutch his hair with one hand, desperately trying to control his angle, but Sebastian maintains his pattern, never quite giving me enough to fall over the edge.
I growl at him when he stops completely, making him laugh. “I’ll get you off, Isabella. You don’t have to worry.”
“I was right there,” I whine, close to stomping my foot like a toddler.
