“Are you serious right now, Red?” I spin on her, still butt fucking naked.
She stops in the doorway, her clothes in one arm, and looks back over her shoulder, eyes dropping to my length and then back up, “Deadly fucking serious, Sebastian.”
“You want me,” I say.
“I’m not denying that.” She flutters her lashes, “But if you think you can do what you just did and make me feel likethat,and then come back like it never fucking happened then you’re fucking mistaken. You want me, Sebastian?”
“Yes, Red,” I step toward her, ready to get on my fucking knees for her.
“Then earn it,” Her voice softens, cracking a little at the end, “Because there’s only so many times a girl can be pushed away before she gives up and I’m close, Bast. I’m really fucking close.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“But you did.” And with that, she walks away, shutting the bathroom door and locking me out.
Slowly I get dressed, adjusting my cock to sit awkwardly in my pants and then perch on the bed listening to the sounds of her behind that bathroom door.
She comes out twenty minutes later, her clothes on like a suit of armor, makeup applied with precision and wild hair tamed, and I’m still sat on the edge of the bed wondering what the fuck just happened.
I can’t even be fucking mad about it. I think back to every moment we’ve spent together; every interaction and it just looks like I’ve strung her along. Wanted her for myself without ever taking her but stopping anyone else from having her too.
I’m low-key damn proud of her. Even if she made a fool of me.
I think I’ll let her make a fool of me always if I get that smile she’s currently beaming my way where she hovers in the door.
“You didn’t leave,” She dabs her plump bottom lip with her finger, her lipstick smearing on the tip.
“Not sure I could.” I grumble.
She laughs lightly, “I am going out now, Bast. You can stay here if you like.”
I nod mutely, letting my eyes roll down her. She’s dressed in a tight pair of denim jeans, a thin sweater tucked into the waist band and a purse hanging from her shoulder.
“I’ll see you later then,” She speaks quietly.
“Yeah,” I rasp.
When silence falls on her apartment, I remain seated on her bed, glancing around at the state of her bedroom. It’s still in the same condition as the night before, an abandoned attempt at rearranging and decide I have nothing better to do than sort it out for her.
Willow is the type of woman who will leave this room like this for the next week or so and while some may find that trait annoying, I find it endearing. She can be easily distracted at times, but when it matters, she’s the type of woman to give you her undivided attention.
So, while she’s out, doing god knows what, I rearrange her bedroom, hoping like fuck I do it right and once all the furniture is in place, I order a few things online for same day delivery and get straight back to work.
It serves as my own kind of distraction.
I’m not a man who gets humbled all that often, but she sure humbled me this morning. Not sure I should like having my ass handed to me but if anyone is going to do it, it would be her.
Chapter Nine
Olivia howls with laughter, literal tears rolling down her cheeks as I recount the events of this morning. She was pissed when I told her what Sebastian did, but I think I made her proud when I did it right back.
“I cannot believe you did that,” Olivia wheezes.
I grin over the rim of my coffee mug, my cheeks heating a little as I picture him in all his glory, every rolling muscle and tight edge, the thick, proud length of him as it pressed into my abdomen.
And fuck, the kiss…
My lips still tingle with the feel of it, how he demanded my attention and controlled my body.
