Chapter 29 #3
“No, Bash. I mean it,” I say again, firmer. “Do you not see it? Does no one tell you? Because I will. I’ll fucking shout it from the roof if I have to.”
He blinks slowly, then his expression softens. Silence stretches between us, and I swallow nervously. I don’t know why I say them, but the words tumble out before I can stop them.
“I should… go. I’m sure you want time to process what just happened and—”
I don’t even get the sentence out because his hand is at my neck pulling me in, and his mouth is on mine.
His hands slide down to my ass, slowly, before he lifts me effortlessly.
His mouth stays locked on mine as he carries me upstairs, heat curling between us with every step.
It’s not until I hear the soft click of a switch that I realise where we’ve landed.
The bathroom.
He sets me down gently, his palms tracing the outside of my thighs, steadying me, like I might melt. I take a breath. The lighting is soft, golden. But in contrast, Sebastian’s eyes—when they meet mine—are anything but warm. They’re darker than I’ve ever seen them.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you your VIP treatment.”
“Oh, really?”
“Stay there,” he says with a nod before turning the water on in the bath, then testing the temperature before plugging the drain.
He reaches for a bottle of body wash, flicking the cap and squirting a generous amount beneath the stream.
The scent of sandalwood fills the space. It’s earthy, clean, and entirely him.
He glances back at me. “Clothes. Off.”
I arch a brow. “Bossy.”
“Always,” he murmurs, eyes trailing down my body. “Don’t make me say it twice, Liv.”
A thrill shoots down my spine as I peel my top over my head slowly, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes follows every movement, locked in place as my bra unclasps, sliding from my shoulders. My nipples pebble in the cool air, and the audible sound of his exhale fills the space.
Piece by piece, I bare myself to him.
“Well?” I fold my arms under my chest, knowing very well it’ll push my breasts higher. “I’m not getting in alone.”
He tuts under his breath, eyes narrowing.
“I’ll wait all night, then,” I add.
That gets him moving. His shirt comes off in one smooth motion, revealing every inch of hard muscle, ink, and raw, unfiltered strength. But it’s not until he shoves his briefs down and kicks them aside that the rest of the air leaves my lungs.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
It’s the first time I’ve properly seen him naked. The other night, his room was too dark, the shadows too thick. I was too focused on the feel of him, the way he touched me, tasted me. But now? Now, there’s no hiding.
Long, thick, and heavy, resting against his thigh, already hard and somehow even more intimidating in the full glow of the room than it ever was tangled in shadow.
Veins trace the length of him, the tip flushed and aching.
I swear, my knees threaten to buckle just looking at him.
This isn’t just want anymore. It’s a need, written all over the way my body aches to sink to the floor and worship him.
He catches me staring.
“See something you like?”
My lips curve. “More like something I want to sit on.”
Sebastian’s brows shoot up. “Get in the bath before I bend you over the sink instead.”
Hot damn. I step in first, the water wrapping around me like a warm exhale.
It’s hotter than expected, but not in a way I mind.
I sink deeper, moaning as the heat settles into my muscles.
It’s a hug. One I didn’t know I needed. Sebastian follows, settling behind me, pulling me between his legs with a strength that feels possessive in the best way.
My back meets his chest, and when his arms cage around me, I melt instantly.
He reaches for the washcloth, lathers it slowly, and starts at my shoulders.
The rhythm is lazy, thorough, his lips brushing behind my ear as he works.
“You do so much,” he says softly. “For him. For me. I don’t think I’ve ever said thank you properly.”
“You don’t have to,” I whisper, eyes fluttering shut.
“I do.”
His touch drifts lower, over my arms, my collarbone, down to my stomach. But it’s not about seduction. Not yet. It’s gentle. Reverent. Like he’s learning me with every pass of his hands.
“I’ve never…” I start, then hesitate.
He pauses. “What?”
“I’ve never had someone do this for me.”
He pulls me in tighter. “Then let me.”
I do. Every sweep of the cloth, every slow glide of his palm, feels like a quiet promise.
A confession. And when he presses into the tight knot beneath my shoulder blade, a soft moan escapes me.
Without thinking, I shift, and his cock brushes against my lower back, hard and waiting.
That’s all it takes to convince me to turn around in the water, before climbing over him until I’m straddling his lap.
The warm bath sloshes between us as I settle on top of him. Sebastian’s hands find my hips, grounding me. I reach between us, wrap my fingers around him, and guide him in.
We both gasp.
“Christ,” he rasps. “You feel p—”
“Don’t say perfect.” My breath catches, heart racing. “Not unless you mean it.”
His arm wraps tighter around my waist, his mouth brushing my ear as he groans. “I do. Fuck, I do.”
A tremble rolls through me. I close my eyes and start to move, letting the stretch claim me inch by inch. Letting the weight of him, the heat, the connection, sink all the way in. His hand slides up my waist before cupping the back of my neck.
“Look at me,” he rasps.
When I do, the look on his face unravels something fierce inside me. It’s not just lust. It’s more.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
I kiss him. Softly at first. But it doesn’t stay soft. It never does with us. His tongue tangles with mine, pulling moans from deep in my throat as I ride him harder. Then his hand is in my hair, tugging, tipping my head back.
“Bash—” I gasp, my voice already unravelling. His mouth moves to my neck, kissing, tasting, dragging his tongue along the column of my throat. His teeth scrape the skin, and I whimper.
“You make me fucking feral for you,” he growls, thrusting up to meet me. Water sloshes over the rim, but neither of us flinches. We’re far past caring. I thread my fingers into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.
My lips brush his jaw, breath shaky. “Then lose control. Don’t hold back.”
His grip tightens on my hips, hauling me down hard until I’m fully seated on him again. A gasp punches from my throat as he fills me deeply. He tilts his head up, mouth hot at my ear.
“Only if you lose it with me, Trouble,” he whispers. “Let me hear how good my cock feels in your greedy little cunt.”
I moan loudly. Probably louder than necessary. But I don’t care. Because this is what he asked for. And it feels so fucking good, I’d shout it from the rooftops if he told me to.
“Olivia,” he grits out, hips snapping up to meet mine. “You’re gonna make me—”
“I’m right there with you,” I breathe.
The orgasm tears through me like a live wire, curling my toes and stealing my breath. I cry out, clinging to him as his release follows suit, my name breaking from his lips in a low growl. Sebastian’s head drops to my shoulder, and my arms wind around his neck as the water stills around us.
We stay like that, tangled in silence. The only sounds are the soft lapping of water and the heavy beat of his heart against my chest. His hands still hold my hips, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
He runs a slow hand up and down my back. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Better than okay.”
He kisses my collarbone, and I close my eyes, anchoring myself to the feeling. I don’t want to leave this moment. I don’t want to go back to pretending that this is casual. Because it doesn’t feel casual anymore. It feels steady, grounding, like something I could fall into if I let myself.
Like home. That thought alone is enough to rattle me.