Page 112 of Accidental Theirs
And just like the other night, I drape my feet over his lap.
He starts to rub his thumbs into my heels, and I moan.
“You keep making sounds like that, and the pizza will get cold,” he warns, and I laugh.
Something pokes me as I sit back against the arm of the couch, and I reach behind me to pull out a small, framed picture.
Sebastian makes a distressed noise as I look down at it.
A pretty woman looks back at me, her blonde curls framing her face, her blue eyes bright, teeth showing as she smiles at the camera.
He snatches the picture out of my hand, putting it face down on the coffee table.
“Bash... Who is that?” I ask quietly, and he doesn’t answer, staring straight ahead, his thumbs still pressing into the arch of my foot.
I’m about to ask again when he finally speaks.
“My wife,” he mumbles, and shock rushes through me.
The doorbell rings before I can get my thoughts together to respond, and he stands up quickly, going to get the pizza.
He sets it out on the table, and I slowly come into the open dining area, sitting down at the table.
“Sebastian,” I start, but he looks up at me with pleading blue eyes.
“Don’t,” he rasps, his eyes wet. “Please don’t ask. Not yet.”
I close my mouth, my heart aching for him.
I don’t know what the story is, but clearly, Sebastian had a hard time with his past.
I make conversation through dinner, eating three pieces of pizza, my belly swelling with food.
“Is baby happy now?” Sebastian asks after we’re done, and I nod happily, sitting back from the table.
His eyes have darkened as he looks at me, and I raise an eyebrow.
“Do I have sauce on my face?”
He shakes his head, getting out of his chair and getting down on his knees in front of me.
“These little skirts you wear.” He spreads his hands up my thighs, under my skirt.
I tremble with need.
“You don’t like them?” My voice sounds high-pitched, a little nervous.
Sebastian can be alotwhen he wants to be, and he seems to be on a mission.
Is he trying to forget someone? The woman in the picture? Did she break his heart?
Sebastian groans, tracing along the edge of my panties on my hip, bunching my skirt up.
I lift my hips, and he slides my panties off me as I scoot to the edge of the chair in anticipation.
“I need to taste you.” His eyes are hungry on my bare sex.
I spread my thighs, and he loops them over his shoulders, leaning down to tease at my lower lips with his tongue.
