Holy shit,I want to kiss Sebastian.I had wanted to kiss him on that porch, with the snow falling and the silence of the woods all around. He’d been so calm when we’d been driving in the storm, and I’d needed his deep calm voice and steadying words to get us through. Even when we’d gotten stuck, he’d been quick to come up with a plan, so I didn’t have to do anything but listen and follow. To some extent, he had done the same thing that night in the sauna. He’d suggested a plan, and I’d followed willingly. But this time, it hadn’t been raunchy, it was intimate in a different way. It had been so romantic when he hadn’t hesitated to pull me into him to keep me warm in the cold, watching the snowfall outside. He’d even carried me through the storm so I wouldn’t ruin my shoes.
Who is this guy?
I didn’t know enough about him, but I wanted to know much, much more now. Since it seemed like we were going to be here a while, now was a perfect time.
All these thoughts were swirling around in my mind while I found the gas valve for the fireplace, turned it on, and lit the pilot light with the lighter I’d found on the mantel. When Sebastian brought the wood in, he put a few logs on the andirons in the hearth and stacked the rest in the brass basket nearby on the hearth. I flipped the switch for the gas and fire roared to life from the pipe up and around the logs. The wood snapped and popped, filling the room with a warm romantic light that reminded me of the daydreams I’d had all my life. I had always wanted to be somewhere like this cabin in the winter, where I could cuddle in front of a fire with someone special. Was Sebastian my someone special? I had no idea, but from what I knew about him already, I wanted to find out. Was it even possible since he lived a world away? My thoughts were interrupted when Sebastian finished putting the wood in the basket and held his hands out to the crackling fire to warm up.
“The fire looks great. I know you’ve been driving all day, do you want to grab a shower, and I’ll get some food ready?”
I had never even thought about food when we’d been driving through the storm, but there was no way to go to a store now. We didn’t have any food. I started to feel my anxiety returning, thinking about what we’d find up here to eat. “What are we even going to do for food all the way up here? We should have stopped at a store or something. Does Bruce keep any canned stuff here in the pantry?”
Sebastian smiled sweetly, came over and placed both of his hands on my shoulder, and squeezed until I stopped talking and met his untroubled eyes. “Don’t worry so much, Josiah. Come here, and I’ll show you what we have.” Sebastian put his arm around my shoulders again, and I was so tempted to lean my head on his shoulder. It was so comforting to have a man taller than me to lean on.
We walked a few steps into the kitchen, and he opened up the refrigerator. “See? No worries. I had food delivered yesterday. It’s enough for at least a week.”
I investigated the fridge, and it was full of food—everything from fruit to fresh vegetables, milk, cheeses, and even orange juice and fresh meats. I walked over to the pantry, and it was the same thing, filled with loaves of bread, crackers, prepared foods, and cans of all kinds. As I investigated the pantry, Sebastian came up behind me. He was so close I could smell him and feel his body heat from my head all the way down my back. The way I was standing was with my right foot slightly behind my left, so I casually switched my stance to put more weight on my right side, so my body subtly leaned back into him.
I wasn’t sure if it was the air in the cabin, the stress I’d been in all day, or the altitude, but my attraction to Sebastian was increasing by the minute. And when he once again put his hand around the back of my neck, just as he’d done New Year’s Eve, I was lost.
“God, that feels so good.”
“I’m not affiliated with God anymore, Josiah, but I’m glad it feels good.”
I turned so I could see his face over my shoulder and asked the question I’d wanted to ask since I met him. “Why did you leave the church, or better yet, why did you go into it, to begin with?”
That hand on my neck squeezed slightly, but the warmth was still in his eyes when he answered. “I’ll tell you everything, but let’s talk over dinner. You go take a shower and relax, and I’ll get some food ready. Do you have any allergies or anything you don’t like?”
“I don’t have any allergies, and I’m pretty good with everything except raw tomatoes or bananas.”
While he chuckled at me, I turned around, but he never let go of my neck. When I was finally facing him, it was so close to an embrace I got weak in the knees and had to lock them to stay upright. Sebastian was slightly taller, so I had to look up at him. I loved that he made me feel small. I felt safe in his hold.
“You don’t like bananas? Why not?”
Sebastian leaned forward slightly, and I felt his significant bulge brush my hip. I nearly swallowed my tongue thinking about what had to be something much bigger than a banana in his jeans. Damn. He raised his eyebrow, and I realized I hadn’t answered yet.
“Ummm, I like the favor, but I don’t like the texture of them. They’re so mushy, and they hit the back of my throat and make me gag.”
He clicked his tongue in a scolding tone, “You have a sensitive gag reflex, Josiah? That’s a damn shame.”
“What? No! I don’t, not really. It’s just the soft, mushiness of them that I can’t stand.”
I was pushed back slightly when Sebastian crowded me into the cabinets at my back. He was commanding, but not intimidating, and I loved it. I felt my cock growing the closer he got to me. When he had me back against the counter and cabinet, he leaned down with his mouth almost over my lips, but not touching. “So, it’s just soft things that you don’t like in your throat, Josiah?” he whispered over my lips.
“Yes.”
That was all I could whisper. He so enraptured me, that was all my brain could handle.
With a feather-light touch, he let his lips brush over mine as he spoke. “That’s okay”—I felt a barely-there kiss, then—“because anything I give you for your throat will be hard as a rock.” There was another brush of his lips over mine that I tried to deepen, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“Count on it.”
Dear God, please let that be true.
I wanted him to know I was so okay with that, so I let my control go and let myself flirt. “That’s perfect. My mouth’s watering already for whatever you have to give me.”
Sebastian smirked a little, then stepped back away from me and walked to the fridge and began pulling things out onto the counter.
“I can’t wait to give you lots of things for that pretty mouth, but first, I want to feed you, and we’ll talk. Go grab a shower and relax a little. I’ll let you know when the food’s ready.”
