Page 103 of One Week Wingman

I gaze up at him, disheveled and sincere and so sexy, I can’t even stand it.

“And how do you feel?” I ask, my voice throaty with emotion. I need to hear it, to know exactly what he’s thinking. We’ve had too many assumptions, too much unspoken confusion. My heart can’t take any more.

Sebastian takes my hands. “I’m crazy about you, Roxy,” he says, looking right into my eyes. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I know I fucked up, and I hate that I hurt you, but if you give me a chance to earn your forgiveness, I’ll do whatever it takes to try again—”

I kiss him, before he can even finish.

Yes.

Our mouths meet in a sizzling, spectacular kiss. His arms encircle me, and just like that, everything makes sense again. The two of us. Together.

No more pretending, just real, honest emotion sparking in the air between us, in every movement of his mouth on mine, in every touch, every heartbeat of this embrace.

It’s right.

That’s the thought that settles through me, as I loop my arms around his neck and pull him even closer, trying to get rid of any last distance between us. Sebastian and I may have started out faking this, but we found something true behind all the pretense.

And it’s so right, I can’t imagine this turning out any other way.

“I’ve missed you, darling,” Sebastian groans, pushing me back against the wall. “So fucking much.”

“I missed you too,” I tell him, breathless. My hands on his body, my mouth already seeking out that spot in the hollow of his neck. “It’s real for me, all of it. I want you, not just for fun, because you know how to flirt and turn on the charm,” I add, needing him to hear me. “But becauseI know you. I’m falling in love with you, Sebastian. Everything you are.”

Sebastian looks stunned by that, so I kiss him again, to prove just how true it is. His tongue slides deep in my mouth, and his body crushes against me, and I’m wondering if that door locks, because we have some serious making up for lost time—

“Woah!” Flynn walks in and sees us necking up against the wall. “Put a sign on the door or something, kids.”

“Or something,” Sebastian says, laughing. He grabs my hand and looks at me. “My place?”

“Yes. Now. Please.”

I don’t know how we make it the five blocks to his apartment, but by the time the elevator doors slide shut in his building, I’m going out of my mind with wanting him.

“This is getting to be a habit,” I gasp, as he backs me up against the elevator wall. His hands are under my sweater, his mouth on my neck. I’m already hot and aching for him, clawing for more.

“Not keeping my hands off you?” Sebastian asks, breathing hard.

“No. Public indecency,” I manage, and he chuckles.

“You think this is indecent? I’ll show you.”

And he does. The minute we make it through the door of his apartment, he has me up against the wall, his hand between my legs, stroking me through the fabric of my jeans as the other hand roves under my sweater, pinching at my nipples and making me cry out in pleasure.

“Seb…”

“God, I’ve dreamed about this. About you.” His voice is so sexy in my ear, I shiver in bliss. “Nothing compares to the way you feel. Fuck, Roxy, nobody even comes close.”

I push him away. Wanting him.Needinghim.

“Bedroom,” I demand, impatient.

“Too far.”

Sebastian picks me up instead, and walks me over to the massive sectional couch, tossing me down on the cushions. I watch, delighted, as he strips his sweater over his head and shoves off his jeans.

This is officially my favorite view in the world.

“Come here,” I beckon, and he gives me a smirk.

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