He somehow put a condom on while I was trying to catch my breath.
“You want this?” he asked, standing in front of me, studying my face. “And you’re not too drunk?”
“Ducks yes to the first, mother puffin no to the second,” I said, my voice coming out strangled.
There was nothing I wanted more in this moment than Sebastian. I didn’t think it was healthy to feel such a desperate need for another person. But here I was, a quivering mess who took her clothes off in a cleaning closet and didn’t even care she was sitting on something wet.
His mouth tipped up in a half-smile. “Still not swearing, I see.”
I ran my hands over his chest, my eyes following the movement. “It’s second nature by now not to. And I’m bad at turning it on and off. Either I don’t swear at all or I go all out. I have no middle ground.”
He brushed a strand of hair out of my face, and I shivered when his finger traced the shell of my ear. “It’s just one of the things that makes you who you are.”
He didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t ask because I was done talking. I wanted him. Now. No more waiting, no more hesitation.
As if he knew what I was thinking, he pushed between my legs and our eyes locked. He never looked away, not when he entered me with aching slowness and not when he started to move.
He looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen him, the harsh lines on his face gone. If I didn’t know any better, he looked at peace. A soft expression I couldn’t read replaced the scowl I’d gotten used to.
Warmth spread through my chest, and I gave myself over to him. His hands roamed every inch of my body they could reach. All my nerve endings were on fire, my body a pliable mess in his arms.
The wave of heat slamming through me took me by surprise, as did my orgasm. I felt like I’d found a unicorn, never once having come so fast, the feeling building and building until it exploded into a crescendo of fireworks.
His movements became faster and deeper, causing another surge of pleasure to overtake my body. He planted himself deep and came with a loud groan, his face buried in my neck.
We stayed connected, breathing hard. I expected a quick exit on his part, but instead he peppered soft kisses all over my face. His lips caressed mine, the kiss more intimate than our lovemaking.
When we separated, the feeling of loss was immediate.
He chucked the condom in a bin near the door and pulled his clothes back on, his eyes on me the whole time. I jumped down from what I found out was a cleaning cart that had lost nearly all its contents and got dressed as well.
The wet thing I was sitting on turned out to be a sponge.
As soon as I was finished, he ushered us back outside. The noise smacked me in the face as soon as the door opened. It would have cost a fortune to soundproof all the rooms, but I was grateful they did.
I glanced at Sebastian when he walked me back to his room. His hand was at the bottom of my back, his fingers grazing my butt. If it hadn’t been for that touch, I would have thought nothing had happened between us.
If he was going to pretend he’d never shown me his banana and ignore anything had ever happened between us, I would show him what I could do when I was really angry.
“You can turn the monitor off,” Sebastian called down to Talon, who lifted his hand in acknowledgment. I was slightly mortified at the thought that everyone knew what we’d been doing. But maybe they thought we just needed a moment to talk. Maybe.
I relaxed slightly when he followed me inside his room and closed the door. I stood near the entry, unsure of how to proceed. Sebastian didn’t seem to have the same hang-up.
He pulled me close, brushing his lips against mine in a gentle caress. “Let’s sleep. It’s late.”
That sounded like a good idea. And the promise of a talk tomorrow and the fact that he was there with me with set my mind at ease.
“Okay,” I whispered and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back out, Sebastian was lying on the couch, shirtless. He’d found a pillow and extra blanket as well.
At least the couch was huge and he could stretch out.
I walked to the bed, moving Lena to the middle and crawling in behind her.
“Thanks for bringing me here,” I whispered, looking at the outline of his body in the dark. “The guys are awesome. And they’re going to show me how to ride a bike tomorrow.”
“Baby, if anyone is showing you how to ride a bike, it’ll be me,” he growled.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“We don’t lick people,” I said, crouching in front of Lena.
“Don’t we?” Sebastian asked, and winked at me before taking another bite of his eggs.
We were in the kitchen, eating the breakfast Sebastian had made. Lena had taken it upon herself to lick first my cheek, then Sebastian’s arm. Every time I told her off, she hid her face in Sebastian’s neck, giggling.
He wasn’t helping the situation when he chuckled along with her, holding her to him whenever she burrowed in. It took a while to separate them, but when I finally did, I sat her on her own chair and squatted down in front of her.
She put her hand on my head
