I fist my hands to quell the need to reach out and grab her. I want to fuck her against this window until she screams my name. I want every person in this city, and one asshole back in San Francisco to know that she’s mine.
I want her tobemine.
The bastard sent her pink roses. Her favorite is white.
I ask the question again. “Why did he send them?”
“Because he’s lonely?” She shrugs. “He wants to come out here to visit me. I told him to save his money. I’m not interested.”
She goes on as she leans down to inhale their fragrance, “I almost tossed the flowers in the trash when they were delivered this morning.”
“Why didn’t you?”
She glances at me before her gaze falls on the pink roses. “It’s not their fault Boyd is a jerk.”
I huff out a laugh. “I’m not fucking the woman I met earlier, Matilda. I’m not fucking anyone but you.”
She looks to me, holding my gaze as her lips twitch with a smile. “That’s all I wanted to know.”
She wears jealousy like a badge and I just got a flash of it.
I fucking loved it.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Tilly
“Dance with me, Matilda.”
“You want to dance with me now?” I tug on the bottom hem of the T-shirt I’m wearing.
After Sebastian and I talked about the flowers, I went to shower. He said he was going to do the same. I expected him to ask me to join him in the main bathroom, but he didn’t.
I took my time under the warm running water, relishing in the feeling of the calm that washed over me.
When I was done I towel dried my hair, smoothed lotion over my skin and slid on a new pair of red lace panties and this T-shirt.
It’s the same T-shirt I was wearing the night we met.
His hand skims the waistband of his pajama bottoms.
I can see the outline of his erection from where I’m standing near the hallway that leads back to my bedroom.
“On the floor.” He looks down as he reaches out a hand to me. “I’m not dancing on the table.”
Soft music is filling the room. It’s coming from the mini speaker I left on the kitchen counter the other night. He must have synced his phone to it.
I take his hand as I near him. “Is this what you were listening to the night we met?”
He nods when he scoops me into his strong arms. “It’s relaxing. It soothes me.”
He needs that. I see the pain that lives just behind his eyes. It’s always there, even if he thinks he can mask it with a smile.
One of his hands slides down to the small of my back. The other grabs hold of my hand to hold it next to his chest.
He smells incredible. Soap mixed with the unique scent that is only his.
I could wrap myself in that forever.
