I swallow, gathering myself, and weigh the options. Playing a game means lights on and I’ll be looking at him the entire time, which also means he’d be forced to see me in this tank top that is doing a very poor job at hiding the reaction I have to Sebastian, especially in those sweats. The alternative would have us sitting in the dark on the same couch and would likely have me itching to move closer to him, wanting him to wrap an arm around me and pull me into his side.
“Lise?” he asks, humour filling his voice.
I gnaw on my lip. Which one is going to be the least painful?
“Game,” I finally settle on. At least then I can put some space between us and hopefully wait him out. I know he won’t push meinto anything I don’t want. I’m more worried about myself and my libido winning out and me jumping his bones.
“If I didn’t respect you, I’d be pulling the cards out for a game of strip poker,” Sebastian jokes.
I glare at him. “And I’d be the one fully dressed while you’d be sitting there buck naked and as far away from the fire as I could get you.”
“Still feisty as ever, Lise.”
“You complaining?”
He grins and shakes his head. “Not one bit. I love that about you.”
I turn and look in the bin of games to hide my blush. I finally settle on one and grab the box, turning to face Sebastian again only to find him adjusting himself in his sweats as he adverts his gaze, which seems to have been on my ass as I bent over. My eyes can’t help but home in on where his hand is trying to adjust, but the fact that he’s wearing sweats with no underwear means very little is left to the imagination.
I’m treated to the sight of his very hard, and very large, cock making an appearance. As though my nipples weren’t hard enough from the cooler air, they’re painfully hard as they press against the fabric of my tank top. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to fight the ache growing between them.
For someone who said she wanted to take it slow, I’m acting like a horny teenager, eyeing him up and getting completely turned on by things I should be able to resist. It’s not like I’ve never seen an erection in my life—and it’s completely covered by his sweatpants.
Sebastian’s groan pulls my attention back to his face, and pure pain is written across it. “Lise, you can’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I ask before I even have time to think about the words.
“Like you’re about to get on your knees and see exactly what it looks like.”
I nod, because that thought did go through my mind before I scolded myself for not being stronger, but hearing the words out loud makes them sound even better.
He runs a hand down his face. “You will be the death of me, Lise.”
“You’ll survive,” I quip, and he shakes his head.
“I don’t know that I will. Let’s get to this game so that hopefully I can get rid of this.” He motions to his crotch, and my eyes follow the movement. I quickly move to the dining table, trying to pull myself out of my lust-induced haze.
I start setting the game up, and Sebastian eventually joins me. The game moves along slowly, every time one of us readjusts, the other gets distracted. We may be in our mid-twenties, but it’s like we’ve been transported back to our teen years. Every little thing seems to either distract us or turn us on.
I win, but I’m not sure if it’s because I played better or that he got more distracted than me. We clean up, and I decide to make us dinner. Sebastian has done all the cooking since we arrived even though he won the bet, but ever since the kiss, it feels weird to let him do all of it. He keeps me company, leaning against the counter as I move around the small space. He sets the table while I finish, and while we eat, he asks me more questions about my photography and I ask about his job. He works in IT for some big company. It’s all remote, so he works from home. Most of it goes completely over my head, but he seems to enjoy his job. He doesn’t complain about it the way most people I know do.
After we eat, I check the time and it’s still far too early to sleep. I can either read in my bed, or I can see if I’m strong enough to watch a movie with Sebastian. I decide on testing my strength. We settle on opposite ends of the couch, and I put amovie in. I catch glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye the entire time, more often than not finding him already watching me.
I’m covered in goosebumps, but I’m not cold. It’s from the electricity of his gaze on me. The way he ignores everything else and watches me. I stretch my legs, and I feel something brush against the side of my foot. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I see Sebastian stretch a finger, and I flex my feet again. His finger runs up the side of it again, sending sparks up my leg. I rest my foot beside him, and he spreads his legs, forcing my foot to rest against his thigh. It’s the most innocent touch, but the way he does it intentionally has butterflies taking off in my stomach.
I barely pay attention to the end of the movie, saying good night as soon as it ends and rushing upstairs.
SEVENTEEN
SEBASTIAN
I’m so fucking screwed.
Feisty Annalise came out, and she’s going to be the death of me. The way I wanted to peel her out of those pyjamas and do unspeakable things to her was beyond indecent. I nearly snapped my neck the way I craned it to watch the bottom of her ass cheeks bounce as she rushed up the stairs.
I lean my head back against the couch, taking deep breaths. I’ve spent the majority of the day with a hard on I haven’t been able to take care of, not for a lack of wanting to. Being so close to her while knowing what it’s like to kiss her and not being able to was torture.
I turn the TV off, the only noise being the crackle of the fire. It’s dying down now but still burning. I swear I hear a moan and strain my ears to listen for it, but nothing. I bite my lip as I reach into my sweats and pull out my cock. I need to handle this, or I’ll never be able to get to sleep.
