He runs his hand down my jaw and stares firmly in my eyes.
“Okay. I won’t if you won’t,” I tell him, and a small guilt-infused weight lifts off my chest.
I marvel at Bastien’s ability to be playful and silly, and yet still so emotionally in tune and mature when the situation warrants it. He sees so much more of me than I thought I was showing, and it makes me feel understood and validated. He can joke and tease with the best of them, and then turn around and talk about real-life, tough-shit in a way that makes me feel lighter and freer than I have in years.
He gives me a beautiful, heart-stopping smile and I find myself wanting to run my fingers through his incredibly inviting soft waves. I squeeze my hands into fists and growl at myself. He’s been here for five minutes, and already my self-control is being smashed into smithereens. I move to get out of his lap, and he lets me.
“Why’d you move? Did I make you uncomfortable?” he asks a curiously.
“No, it just makes it harder to listen to whatever it is you came up here to say, instead of doing other things," I admit, uncensored.
Bastien’s mind-numbing smile is back, and he pulls me back into his lap. Only this time, he positions me so that I’m straddling him instead of sitting sideways like I was before.Well, crap.
“I’m cool with other things," he tells me, and I feel the proof of his statement grow against my ass. I close my eyes and take a couple of deep breaths, to try and refocus my brain.
“What’s up?” I ask, trying to change the subject. I laugh when I realize the multitude of different ways he can answer that question. “I mean what do you want?” I try again with another chuckle.
His smile turns salacious, and he grinds himself against me. “You don’t know what I want Bruiser? I need to make myself clearer?”
I stare at him and groan irritably. Why is this so easy and all so difficult at the same time?
“I mean what did you come up here to talk about?”
I give up my internal battle and finally run my fingers through his waves. Yep, just as gloriously soft as I thought they would be. Bastien hums in appreciation as my fingertips scrape across his scalp, and now it’s his turn to close his eyes and attempt to control his breathing.
“I can’t remember. It was something along the lines of: can we just pretend Sabin is a mute and never told you any of the shit he told you," Bastien asks with a breathy laugh.
“I’m surprised Captain Cockblock let you come up here alone," I admit.
“Bruiser, let’s get a couple things straight. Sabin’s permission is not required. He doesn’tletme do anything. He can feel how he wants to and behave how he wants to, but I’m not him. Also, none of us agree with his assessment of things. So please let it go and hang with us again. You know you miss us," he smirks.
I chuckle and then evilly grind against his massive hard-on, eliciting another groan from him. “Feels like you’ve been missing me, Bastien," I counter, and high five myself internally for the sultry comeback.
“You’re playing dirty,” he accuses.
“I’m playing dirty? You started this,” I laugh, and tug lightly on the ends of his hair.
“I did, didn’t I," he grins while I continue to watch, hypnotized, as his chocolate locks slip silkily through my fingers.
“Tell me you’re going to stop avoiding us.”
“I’ll stop avoiding you," I parrot.
“I knew I could convince you. Are you sure you don’t need more convincing?” Bastien wags his eyebrows suggestively.
“Sorry to bruise your ego butyoudidn’t convince me of anything. I got some good advice today, and it helped me see things in a different light," I confess.
“Bummer, here I thought I could add powers of persuasion to my magical resume.”
Bastien sticks out his lower lip in a faux pout, and before I can second guess myself, I lean into him and take his pouty lip in between my own. I suck on it for a couple of seconds before I pull back to gauge his reaction.
I don’t get very far before Bastien grabs the back of my neck and pulls my lips back to his. His kiss is fire and passion and everything I need right now. His tongue sneaks in to meet mine, taking things to a whole other level, that sears the feel of his lips and tongue onto my soul.
The dam on my desire breaks, and I bury my hands in his hair, claiming him the same way he’s claiming me. Need burns through every inch of me and my magic begins to build in that same unusual way that it did with Valen and Ryker in the closet.
I moan my approval and Bastien greedily swallows my pleasure. Our kiss slows and languidly, Bastien and I pull our mouths apart from each other. We’re both breathing heavily, chests heaving with effort to fill our lungs and clear our minds.
Bastien brushes hair away from my face, and I pull my fingers through his waves one last time. I stroke the back of my fingers down his jaw and he closes his eyes and leans into my hand.
