“I love your loyalty and your work ethic. I love your stupid dimple and your sexy tattoos. I love that you see me, that you want me, flaws and all. I see you too, Sebastian. I want you too. I’m in love with you.”
Seb reared up with a growl and deftly flipped us around. He covered my body, holding himself up by his forearms so that he didn’t crush me. As Seb kept up a punishing rhythm, I lost all sense of reality. There was nothing else, beside me and him. Us. My head fell back, my eyes closing tight.
“Fuck. Seb. Right there. I’m going to come.”
“Look at me, Lydia.”
I opened my eyes to stare into his intense gaze. Seb thrust into me. He was so deep, so good. My thighs, my pussy, my back… they were all pulled with tension until I exploded into a million pieces, my orgasm ripping through me in a visceral wave of pleasure. My pussy clenched in rapid pulses, pulling Seb into me with each squeeze.
Seb thrust one more time before he spilled his cum into me, his release pulsing in time with my own. He found my mouth for a dirty kiss while we worked each other throughour orgasms.
“You are fucking incredible.” Seb spoke directly into my mouth, slowing the kiss. “I am so in love with you.”
“Are you sure you’re not just sex high?” I laughed.
“I am definitely sex high, little wild, but that doesn’t make it a lie.”
I smiled at him. I understood that. The sex high could make a person do or say crazy things, but telling Seb I loved him wasn’t crazy. It was honest and real and soul-deep. I thought my feelings were growing too fast, that it wouldn’t make any sense to fall in love again after getting out of a toxic relationship. But with Seb, it was inevitable.
I think it had always been meant to be; we were just too young and dumb to know how to navigate it. I wouldn’t be making those same mistake again. I couldn’t go another eleven years without him, not now that I’d had him.
31
Lydia
My body ached as I made my way out to the kitchen. The smell of bacon and coffee dragged me through the hallway like an invisible string pulling me along.
Seb was standing at the stove, and I had a moment to admire him from afar after doing most of my admiring from very, very close last night. He turned to me, his eyes raking me over before a cocky grin split his face.
“You doing alright? You’re walking a little funny.” He waggled his brows at me.
“Shut it,” I grumbled, waddling my way over to him. He reached out his arm to hug me, but I sidestepped him in favor of the coffee pot instead.
“Ha,” he laughed. “Grumpy this morning, I see. It’s a good thing I made the maple bacon for you.”
“Mhmm,” I hummed. “That does help a little.” I leaned into him, cradling my hot cup of coffee to my chest.
Seb placed a kiss to the top of my head. It was so sweet. I couldn’t really believe that our one night together all those years ago was the reason Sebastian Devereux had neversettled down, but whatever the reason, I was glad for it. It meant that I got to have this version of him all to myself. The kind and sweet version that made sure I had coffee every morning and made me breakfast on lazy mornings in.
He turned back to the stove to flip the bacon and start the eggs. “Be honest though. Was I too rough last night?”
“Hell no. I would tell you if you were. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“I’ll always worry about you.”
He plated the eggs and bacon and brought our breakfast to the small dining table. “Thank you. This is delicious,” I said through a full mouth of food. I had left my phone in the bedroom, but I heard the ding of a text come through. Nothing that was going to pull me away from this breakfast.
“After last night, you deserve a damn feast. That thing you did with your tongue.” He made a low, throaty growl, and my lips tugged into a sultry smile.
“You liked that?”
“Fuck yeah, I did.” He leaned over to kiss me as a text chimed on his phone too.
My phone sounded again, this time in sync with another text to Seb’s phone.
Worry immediately started to build within me. Who was trying to reach us at 7:00 in the morning, multiple times? Almost immediately after the last text, another one came through, both of our phones going off again.
“Who is that?” I asked, jutting my chin toward his phone.
