"It's really not." He ran his knuckles down my back, silent a long moment before letting that hand travel over my backside. He gave me a rough squeeze, jerked me closer to him. "I haven't stopped thinking about you once. I thought I was hallucinating when I first saw you. That I was so out of my mind with wondering what your t-shirt said today that you materialized out of thin air."
"'Let the Beat Drop,'" I said. "With a drawing of a QRS complex on an EKG."
"Oh my god."He growled against my neck, a deep, rumbly sound that seemed to go on forever. "Yeah, I need to get you out of these clothes. You're a nerdy little nutcracker, you know that?"
Not waiting for a response, he shoved his hand in my back pocket and steered me toward the bedroom, pulling off my shirt and thumbing open my button fly as we went.
"Did you bring any toys?"
"Like, sex toys? No. I don't need awkward airport situations, thank you."
"What does that mean? Never mind. What is this thing? Is it a sports bra?" he asked, running a finger under the band.
"It's a bralette," I replied. "It's comfortable and I'm not interested in your opinion of it."
"All I want to know is how to get it off." He reached for the band again, but I batted him away.
"I'll get it," I said, elbowing my way out of it.
In my brief glimpse of the bedroom, I caught sight of a huge bed with gorgeous white linens and a dreamy canopy. I almost asked him to take me to bed, but then he flipped on the lights in the bathroom and I knew this was the way to go. The shower itself was the size of the kitchen in my apartment. All my appliances and all of my counter space could fit in there, and there was still room for me, Sebastian, and all seventy or eighty of the showerheads.
"Whoa."
Sebastian reached behind me to switch on the water and suddenly it sounded as though I was standing behind a waterfall.
"Whoa," I repeated.
"Yes, indoor plumbing, very nice," he said, pushing my jeans down my legs. He gave my panties an impatient glare. "Less talking, more naked and wet, please."
I stepped out of my jeans and underwear, kicked them aside. I motioned to him, saying, "Practice what you preach."
He yanked his shirt over his head. "Your hair," he said, confusion creasing the corners of his eyes. "It's different."
I reached for his waist, unlatched his belt. Sent his shorts falling to the floor. "Yeah, I had the color done. A little lighter, the roots touched up." When he went on studying me, still confused, I added, "This isn't my natural color. It's medium brown. I would've thought you'd figured that out by now with…you know, everything."
"I would've thought you'd realized I am stupid and helpless and single-minded when I get your clothes off," he replied, tucking a few wisps of hair over my ear. He looped an arm around my back. "The only thing I ever want to figure out is how to keep you naked."
"I don't think that's true." When he didn't respond to that, I asked, "How does this work? This cease-fire thing? Aside from not insulting each other, what are we supposed to do?"
He stared at my mouth for a second, shook his head, and then pressed his lips to mine. Steam rose around us and that damp heat licked at my skin while everything inside me turned soft. That was it, I was soft when he kissed me—but also needy and starved and mindless. There was nothing else in the world when we collided like this, and while I was here, with his hand in my hair, his shaft hard against my belly, and everything inside me lighting up in response, I didn't want anything else.
Sebastian backed me into the shower, a gentle mist raining over us while we kissed and climbed and pawed at each other. "I didn't come here with the intention of having sex," he said, his lips on my jaw.
"Consider this a happy accident."
"I mean," he started, rocking against me, "I don't have condoms with me because I didn't come here with the intention of having sex."
I blinked water out of my eyes. "Neither did I."
He dropped his forehead to my shoulder and gave a groan that echoed around us. "I'm both very happy to hear that and a little devastated."
I brushed a hand down his back, curled my fingers around his shaft. Gave him a firm stroke that had him groaning again. "I have an IUD."
I felt his teeth on my neck, my shoulder, the hinge of my jaw. "And you're comfortable with—"
"Has there been anyone else? Since the start?"
He sucked in a breath as he thrust into my hand. "I went in fully expecting your pussy to bite my dick off. It's just you, honey."
