Chapter 6 Sebastian
Sebastian
My blood is still buzzing from spending a whole day with Aspen. And it was better than I ever thought it could be.
Groaning, I reach down and push at my dick which is fighting to get out of my jeans and find what it wants.
My woman.
Spending all that time with her just solidified what I already knew. She’s meant to be mine.
Now I just need to get her onboard.
My lips twitch. After seeing how she reacted, I have a feeling that I’m closer to that than I thought.
She blushes every time she’s near me. Either she’s the shyest woman I’ve ever seen or she’s just as enamored of me as I am of her.
But now I need to figure out what to do to get more time with her. Considering that Aspen has been in this area for awhile and seems to know everybody, I think I know just how to do it.
Charlie hollers, “Dad, I’m going to be late! Sarah’s already waiting for me.”
The girls are meeting at the library to study for a test that’s coming up this week.
“Okay! I’ll be right there.”
I need to get my daughter situated and then I’m gonna ask my girl for a favor.
Hell, I’m gonna beg my girl.
Charlie chatters the whole way down the mountain until we hit Wildwood and then she stops talking. My eyes dart over to her and she’s chewing on her lip.
“What’s going on, Charlie?”
“You love Aspen, don’t you?”
My hand jerks and I almost take out old Mrs. Jacobs walking down the street. She glares at me and I shoot her a stiff smile.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I can see it. You’ve never looked at any woman the way you look at her.”
Nodding my head, I try to figure out what the hell to tell my daughter. I don’t want to get her hopes up. Maybe Aspen isn’t interested in me and it won’t work out. I don’t want her to be disappointed.
Like she knows exactly what’s running through my mind, she glances over at me. “She likes you too.”
And like the world’s biggest idiot, I ask, “How do you know that?”
“Because she can’t stop peeking at you. Whenever you’re not looking she’s peeking at you.”
Hope blossoms like a flower through the snow, fighting to find its way to the light.
“You think?”
She rolls her blue eyes and I can’t help but grin. My daughter has no patience for idiots.
“Yeah. I think.” She pauses and chews her lips again. “Do you have any idea what to do to get her to spend more time with you?”
“I think I do.” I nod my head and she glances over, unconvinced.
“So why don’t you tell me so I can tell you if it’s a good idea or no?”
I smirk at her. “Nope. Sorry. This one is going to be all me.”
“Dad,” she grumbles as we pull up to the library. Sarah’s waiting outside and she waves wildly, grinning.
“You’ve got something to take care of right now. Trust me. I’ve got the best idea. She won’t be able to resist.”
“Fine,” she huffs. “But you better not mess this up, Dad. This might be your last shot at finding a wife. You’re not getting any younger.” And then my pint-size tormentor steps out of the car and slams the door at me, shooting me a glare through the window.
Shaking my head, I chuckle and head back home. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to handle it when my daughter hits her teenage years. She’s sweet and pretty but with a bite that’s going to attract the boys like bees to honey.
Which is a terrifying thought.
Shaking my body like I’m shaking water off my back, I focus on just how I’m going to attract Aspen’s attention and get her help for my brilliant idea.
I don’t bother going to my house, instead pulling in at Aspen’s little cottage. It’s an adorable little house with flowers in window boxes and a bright blue door that screams bright and happy, just like her sweet, sweet smile.
Jogging up the dirt path to her door, I reach out and rap quickly. One, two, three.
I pause and wait but hear nothing. My hand reaches out and I turn the doorknob, worry tugging at me.
What if she’s hurt inside and she can’t get to her phone? What if she’s…
Nope. I hold the doorknob, worrying and waiting, but there’s nothing.
“Aspen? Are you in there?” I glance over and I can see that her little car is in the driveway so she has to be here.
And that’s it. I’m not waiting any longer.
“Hello! Aspen, are you alright?”
There’s no answer and the cottage is eerily silent. There’s no sound downstairs and only a slight, hushed sound upstairs. Like water. Like crying.
With no more thought, I charge up the stairs, terror giving my feet wings.
“Aspen! Where are you, baby? Answer me! You’re scaring the hell out of me!”
There’s no sound and I charge recklessly through the tiny upstairs until I reach the door at the end of the hall that has to be her bedroom. I don’t even blink, just push the door open and fall through to the other side, wincing when a loud screech rends the air.
“What the hell? Sebastian? What are you doing in here?”
I glance up and it’s like Venus rising from the sea.
Aspen must have been in the shower and she’s standing in front of me, dripping wet and barely-covered by the smallest towel I’ve ever seen.
Her thick thighs are molded to the thin fabric and her large breasts heave above the top of the scrap of cloth.
Her dark hair falls around her pale, slim shoulders in a curtain of shimmering, damp curls. Beads of water cling lovingly to her lush curves and dance on her open, rosy lips.
Lips that I breathlessly study. Lips that I long to touch with my own to find out if they’re as soft and sweet as she is.
“Sebastian?”
Like a man entranced, I stand and move to her, locked onto her wide, dark as night eyes. My hand reaches out and traces the rounded curve of her cheek and she shivers. Her cheeks pink and her mouth opens on a soundless sigh.
Helpless to resist, I reach out and tug her to me, my lips finding hers, not giving one damn that she’s wet and my own clothes are getting soaked.
Her lips are soft and sweet as nectar, her body fits mine like she was made for me.
Just like I thought when we moved here. When I first saw her.
My fingers tunnel into her damn hair and massage her scalp restlessly. She moans and presses closer and I feel that little scrap of cloth give way as her arms reach up to wrap around my neck.
Moaning, I grip her plush hips and push my aching cock into her belly.
And like a temptress of old, Aspen rolls her hips and her leg comes up to wrap around my hip, dragging at me.
I back her up and the back of her legs hits the bed. She moans and tugs at me and both of us fall to the bed, wrapped around each other, kissing and nipping. Her hands tug at my shirt, pulling it loose as her palms touch my belly and lower.
I groan as her warm hand skims my erection and she sighs, her head thrown back, her hips thrusting up into my body.
Every part of me needs this woman.
Now.
My lips trace the soft skin of her throat and she growls and her fingernails dig into the skin on my back. My lips dip lower and I wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking hard as she groans.
“Sebastian,” she moans. “Don’t stop.”
I should. I should stop. This is probably a huge mistake.
But her bare hips push up into my aching cock and there’s just no way that I can let her go.
“I can’t stop, Aspen. I need you, baby. Please make me stop.”
But she doesn’t. She reaches down and takes my cheeks in her hand, dragging me up. Her mouth claims mine and fire erupts in my core. A fire that roars and builds until I can’t stop.
She’s the only cure for my hunger.
I drop my head against hers, our foreheads touching as I pull away from her lips with a herculean effort.
“I need to taste you. Need you so bad.”
Her dark eyes, pupils blown, search mine, full of as much hunger as my own.
“Please,” she begs.
I drag myself down her damp body, trailing kisses along the curve of her hip, the mound that cradles her sex.
And my mouth moves closer, closer, to her sweetness.
Until my lips close on her lower lips and she moans, her head going back, her back bowing, her body shivering. Her fingers crush the sheets as my tongue licks inside her, my whole body shuddering at the first taste of her honeyed depths.
Her walls are slick, leaking her response as I dip my tongue into her, growling as I eat her out like a desperate man.
“Perfect. You taste like mine.”