Page 25 of The Chance
He looked troubled, not like the light-hearted comedian who’d found straw in my hair and called me a sexy scarecrow. "Sebastian?" I sidled over, rooting myself before him, resting my hands on his chest. "I really enjoyed myself tonight. Thank you."
A curl of his lips brought forth a spine-tingling grin that reached up to his eyes as if his defences had lowered. "I enjoyed it too. We get on really well, don't we?” He lightly pinched a lock of my hair and let his fingertips follow the strands down the tip. “Like barn owls."
"Barn owls?" I giggled softly, loving the gentle tug.
"Yeah. And that's not because we just fucked in a barn." The rasp in his tone made my breath hitch ever so slightly. By the flare of his nostrils, he knew the effect he was having on me. Long ebony lashes framed a sparkle of playfulness, shaking me up all over again.
“I see myself as more of a bat...” I drew in my lip.
His brows nipped together. “A bat?”
“Yeah, like dressed head to toe in black leather with cute fangs. They seem like they’d be naughty, whereas owls, they’re all fluffy and puffy and sensible.”
His mouth curved at one corner, dimpling his cheek. “Owls can turn their head 270 degrees in each direction.”
“That’s creepy. Like paintings in a haunted house with eyes that move.”
His foot dropped to stabilise him and he stood tall, freeing up his hands. “I’d like to see you in a leather bat suit.”
“Hmmm, I can see it now,” I agreed. “With thigh boots and a sweeping ponytail.”
He stepped into me. “Thanks for the new fantasy and for bringing my teenage dreams to life. I’ll think about the tight bat suit later when I’m in bed, or maybe I’ll think about those noises you make when I’m fucking you.”
“Owl noises?” I quipped.
“No, those sexy little groans that make me think about owls, so I don’t explode,” he answers with a deadpan expression.
Lifting to my toes, our mouths explored each other’s in a disarmingly relaxed kiss. I’d come to love his leisurely kisses, with tenderness and just the right amount of pressure to keep our lips clinging together. Excitement and warmth whipped up inside me like the perfect melody. A sweet tune that formed the backing track to my falling heart. That gentle kiss was the exact moment I fell for Sebastian Cooper.
"Goodnight, Lexi." He gathered the lengths of my hair in a loose ponytail, revealing my jugular. His tongue dragged up my throat and his teeth gazed my jaw, leading to my ear. "You taste like the best dessert ever."
Then he released his grip and marched off the porch towards his car.
"Goodnight," I shouted with a flustered rushed cadence. “See you soon!”
* * *
The next morning, I strutted into the office like a preened kitty who’d lapped up my fill of luxurious cream the night before. The sun burst through the large windows, brightening a path of sunshine along the worn floor tiles. My mood was elevated to the clouds and I felt all gooey and molten inside.
"Are you on drugs?" Linda spun around in an anti-clockwise rotation, letting her feet stick out.
"Sure am. It's called Sebastian Cooper and I’m as high as a kite. He's been crowned as my BSE and an all-round sex god."
Linda narrowed her eyes. "Don't put the guy on a pedestal. He's got too far to fall."
"I'll catch him."
"Fuck, you are smitten. When can I meet him?"
"How about this weekend. Bring Brody and we'll double date." I grinned so wide that my cheeks actually ached.
Today, nothing was a chore. Even my boss questioned my chirpy demeanour with a raised brow and pinched lips. Who cares if she was a misery guts with no life outside these bland walls? I was happy because of Sebastian. Recalling his vivid blue eyes and masterly control, brought my lower lip between my teeth to stifle a soft moan. Our undeniable attraction had taken us both by surprise. A chance meeting that not only lead to amazing sex, but an extraordinary bond too. I was high on life and something that echoed in my heart, like love or lust, or both. Regardless of the prospect of him leaving, I was adamant that we'd make it work, even if I left Northern Ireland to be by his side.
After finishing up the humdrum monthly figures, I shrugged on my denim jacket, checked my lipstick and left work with a purposeful swing in my step.
I knew how demanding farm life could be, so I decided to stop off and give him another slow sizzling kiss. So he wouldn’t forget.
The idea of his sweaty body, flexed muscles all pumped from manual labour was rocking my world. It made me feel fuzzy, almost steaming up my sunglasses. I hopped off the bus, clambered into my parked car and slammed my foot on the gas.
