Chapter 20
Sebastian
The way she wiggles in her seat makes me feral and depraved. I could feel her inhale when I was buckling her, my lame excuse to get close to her. I saw the way her thighs clenched. Knowing she’s reacting to me, to my presence, has focusing on the road difficult.
An animalistic part of me wants to reach over and push my hand between her thighs. To slide into her waistband and keep going until I reach her center. I’d push into her wet hole, teasing her little nub. I know she’s soaked for me.
And I can’t do a damn thing about it.
Because I swore I wouldn’t touch her first. She has to initiate. Because I need to let her take charge. I need to know she wants this. That our relationship is driven by her interest, not my obsession.
“Bash, thank you for tonight. I had an amazing time,” she says breathily. The sound of my name, the tone, all of it have my swollen cock battling against my zipper. It’d be disgusting if I adjusted myself, so I silently endure the pain.
“I did too. I’d like to do it again sometime. It doesn’t have to be trivia here. Just something between the two of us.” My voice is raspy, nearly giving away my situation.
“I work the next five days, but I should be free after that,” she obliviously answers.
“That’d be great. I can work around your schedule.” As I have done the last six years. She doesn’t know it, but I’ve been using her life as my calendar since I first laid eyes on her.
“I’ll text you,” she offers softly.
Those three little words punch the air from my lungs. She’ll text me. After years of reading her texts to others, the prospect of receiving a text from her is unimaginable.
“I’d like that,” I answer gruffly.
Entirely too soon, we pull into her driveway. She waits like a good girl for me to round the car and open her door for her. She’s smart, she knows I want to spoil her. And she lets me. She lets me.
I walk her to her door as I’ve dreamt of for years. After every run, as I watched her walk home, I wanted to accompany her. And now, I finally am.
She surprises me when, after unlocking her door, she turns to me. Expecting a goodnight, I offer one first.
“Goodnight, ange–whoa.”
My words are cut off by her tugging me down. As soon as I’m bent enough to be within her reach, her lips are on mine. Immediately, one hand finds her cheek, cupping her beautiful softness. The other encircles her waist, pulling her into me. Her arms wrap around my neck, chasing my heat.
Closing my eyes, I memorize the feel of her lips. The soft pillows as they change shape. Her slick tongue pushes its way into my mouth. The feelings of freedom and dominance as my tongue overwhelms her and enters her mouth overwhelm me.
She whimpers at the contact and the sound shoots straight to my cock.
I pull my hips back, so she isn’t intimidated by it.
A kiss does not mean sex, and I will never pressure her into that.
She’s worth more than a quick fuck after the first date.
I’m going to do this right. I’m going to court her, spend time and energy and money on her, then, once I’ve earned her, and only then, will I have her.
So, with every ounce of strength I possess, I break our connection. She moans in frustration, and I’m lost in the sound. Looking down, her swollen lips call to me, but I ignore them.
“Goodnight, angel,” I say in a husky voice, the effects of our kiss still evident.
“Goodnight, Bash.”
And with those sweet words, she opens her door, steps inside, and shuts it. Ending what might have been the best night of my life.
I settle into how unexpected tonight was.
I was going to ask her out tonight, then we were going to go to trivia on Wednesday.
I planned on convincing the place to make it animal-themed on Wednesday for Lizzy.
It was unethical, and I’m normally vehemently opposed to cheating, but this was for my Lizzy.
She impressed me tonight. There’s nothing sexier than her mind. Her intelligence. She’s my perfect match intellectually. I can’t wait to learn more from her.