Iwake surrounded by hot male flesh. Sebastian’s smoky scent lingers on each breath I pull into my lungs. I’m facing away from him, with my back pressed against his front, nestled into the curve of his body. He’s wrapped around me like a vine, one leg pressed between mine, one hand beneath my pillow and the other spanning my stomach. I shift just slightly, but the second I do, I feel something prodding at my lower back.
My stomach flutters when I realise what it is. My heart rate kicks up. There is no denying it, even when I wanted to punch him square in the face, Sebastian Zain has always been attractive. But now that I know what his lips taste like, what his hands and mouth can do to me … I can’t help but feel my blood pressure rise.
Because I can’t help myself, I shift once more and have to stifle my gasp when I feel how solid he really is. Stars, does he just wake up like that?
Arousal shoots between my legs, picturing what that thing could do to a person – no, nota person. To me. I’m picturing what it could do tome. I’ve seen him in the Training Centre, he’s commanding, brutal, a leader – would he be like that in bed as well?
‘You need to stop squirming against my cock, unless you want it buried inside you.’ His voice is sleepy, deep and utterly delicious as it coasts along the back of my neck.
I inhale sharply at his crass words. Without thinking, I do it again: I push my ass against him. His hand tenses on my lower stomach as he growls into my hair.
‘Arianell,’ he warns, but it only makes me smile, devilishly. I love knowing I have this effect on him.
‘What?’ I tease lightly. ‘I didn’t do anything.’
‘You’re a terrible liar,’ he chides. His teeth graze across my shoulder, eliciting a whole-body shiver from me. All the way to my toes.
‘This is the latest I’ve ever slept in,’ he whispers softly, starting to move his hand, drawing circles with the tips of his fingers right below my belly button. ‘You’re already becoming a bad influence on me.’
My eyes stray to the soft early morning light that’s peeking through the gap in my curtains. It can’t be later than seven, which is the time I usually rise. The thought of being out of my bed before the sun has crested the horizon sounds horrendous.
‘Good,’ I chuckle. ‘Maybe you won’t walk around looking like there’s a stick up your ass if you sleep more.’
His hand pauses on my stomach, then in one swift movement he’s flipped me onto my back and crawled on top of me. One of his hands claim my jaw, tilting my head back to force my eyes to his.
‘And here I thought that smart mouth had disappeared. Maybe I should put it to use,Nocthare.’ I know his words are supposed to sound like a threat, but all they do is ignite a flame within my core.
‘Maybe you should,Zain,’ I counter.
I see the challenge in his eyes, the temptation swirling in them. He wants it. To use my mouth and put it to use. I can see the cogs turning as he gazes down at me. I’m practically begging him with my eyes to take me up on the offer. But he doesn’t fall for it.
‘As much as I’d love to see those pretty lips around my cock, I have to get ready.’ He places a kiss on my forehead, before pushing off my bed and leaping to his feet as if he didn’t just wake up.
IfItried to move like that first thing in the morning, I’d break a bone. I watch, feeling a little disappointed as he drifts into the bathroom. I hearthe water kick up in the shower, the spray tapping against the tile. He returns after a moment to dive into his bag over by the unused bedroll.
I sit up in my bed, content to observe him as he pulls out the spare clothes that he packed and walks back to the bathroom, leaving the door open.
My brows rise. Why did he leave the door open? Was that on purpose? Maybe he’s just used to showering in his own room and didn’t think to close the door … or maybe … he left it open for me.
I contemplate my next move for all of five seconds before sliding out of my bed and padding over to the open doorway that has steam already starting to billow out of it. Before I reach the threshold, I pause and look down at my clothes. Do I take them offbeforeI go in there? Do I keep them on? Oh god, why am I still standing here?
I shove down my insecurities and worries, push the door the rest of the way open and walk inside. The second my eyes land on his wet, naked form filling my small shower cubical, I feel my cheeks flame.
Sebastian pushes water off his face and pins me to the spot with his lust-filled gaze.
‘Took you long enough. Now get in here.’
I strip my clothes off and toss them at my feet, pushing my shoulders back as I feel his eyes caress my skin like a kiss. My chest flushes beneath his gaze as he looks me up and down, lingering on my most intimate of places.
‘Fuck,’ he says, almost reverently as if I’m something to marvel at. ‘You’re so beautiful.’
My stomach flutters. Slowly, I step forward until I’m climbing into the shower with him. Hot water sprays the side of my face, soaking my hair. He moves to give me room, placing my body beneath the spray of water and leaving him standing in the cold.
I take this moment to take all of him in as well. From his sculpted thick thighs to his trim waist, and defined muscles that direct my eyes to the rock hard, thick length bobbing between us.
‘My eyes are up here, sweetheart,’ he teases, a grin spreading across his face, so wide and bright, it makes my heart ache.
Heat pricks at my eyes, seeing him smile like that. Because for the first time, it’s for me. He’s smiling like that –for me.
