CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EMILY
Boy, Sebastian is grumpyin the morning.Not first thing.When I woke, he was wrapped around me, his face nestled into my neck.
His hand was on my breast.
It was both startling and nice.
It’s been years since I woke up in a man’s bed.My last relationship ended three years ago, and since, I’ve always kicked the guy out or left.
Sleep is important.
I fully intended to go to the guest room, but as I took a few steps toward the door, Sebastian lifted me up and carried me to his bed.Then climbed in behind me and turned off the light.
This morning, as the grumpy bear began to surface from sleep, his hands roamed my body, and I felt arousal stir.
“Oh no.I need to recover.”I wiggled in his arms.
Sebastian kissed me, stared into my eyes sleepily for a long moment, then suddenly and, without warning, leaped out of bed, ripping the covers off me.
“Right.Let’s get showered and dressed.What do you want for breakfast?”
Jesus Christ.
He went from zero to one hundred.
“Um...”
“Come on.”He tore the duvet out of my hands as I chased it to the end of the bed, then realized my naked ass was in the air.
“Sebastian!”I cried.
“Thirty minutes Emily,” he called out, walking into the bathroom completely buck naked.So, I did what any sane woman would do.I watched his gorgeous ass as it disappeared.
Good god, his body is a masterpiece.
Now, I’m sitting at the kitchen counter sipping a green something-or-other that has no coffee in it, frowning.
“You don’t drink coffee?”
Sebastian shakes his head and picks up his phone as he sips his ownsludge.
