Page 29 of When We Ignite
“Yes, you did,” I countered.
“Not like this. I didn’t mean to make you doubt how much I want you,” he said, tilting his head slightly, a hint of a smile on his lips.
“What the hell do you want from me?”
“I’ve just told you,” he stated simply.
I shook my head. “I’m not doing this for a one-night stand, Sebastian.”
His smile widened. “I couldn’t be done with you after one night,” he said as he extended his hand toward me. “Come here.”
“No.” He was doing it again. “Stop treating me like that,” I snapped.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m your pet.”
He chuckled, a look of amused surprise crossing his attractive features. “Come here, Ethan,” he repeated.
I shook my head again.
He dropped his hand. “I told you I won’t do anything until you ask me to. Please trust me to respect your boundaries.”
We stared at each other, the silence charged and heavy.
Reluctantly, I stepped toward him, hating how my body betrayed me.
When I was close enough, he reached out, his hand resting on the back of my neck, drawing me nearer.
“Do you want me to tell you what I want?” he asked, his voice impossibly low. His hand was warm against my skin.
I nodded, unable to speak.
Sebastian was forceful, even while being gentle. Feeling it firsthand was unsettling—but undeniably attractive. I placed my shaking hands on his chest, intending to push him away, but he held me firmly. Not seeing his face somehow made it easier, though.
“Let me step back,” I said, though I wasn’t sure that was what I wanted. The frantic racing of my heart was like nothing I had ever experienced before.
His other hand tangled in my hair, his fingers threading through with an ease that sent a jolt straight down my spine. Gently, he tilted my head, exposing my neck like it was his right. “After I’ve told you,” he murmured, his breath grazing my ear, warm and tantalizing.
Goosebumps erupted across my skin as if every nerve had suddenly come alive.
“I want you to want this…” he began, his voice a low rumble that forced my eyes closed against the flood of sensation. “I want you to beg me to touch you.” His grip in my hair tightened just enough to make my breath hitch.
My teeth sank into my lip, desperate to stifle the sound rising in my throat.
“When you do, I’m going to get my hands all over you. And I’m going to savor every second. I won’t fuck you until you’re aching for it too. And when you are, I’ll give you the best fuck of your life. And then I’ll do it again. And again. And again. For as long as you want me to.”
His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “Is that clear enough for you?”
I managed a shaky nod.
He chuckled softly.
The moment he let me go, I stepped back, putting distance between us. My hand pressed against my lips, trying to calm my uneven breathing.
Sebastian stayed where he was, leaning against the desk with that infuriating smug smile still in place, as if he knew he’d won.
“Can I go now?” I asked, my voice rough. I cleared my throat.
