Chapter 17 #5
I couldn’t get out the words before Sebastian pressed his finger against my clit, dragging a scream from my throat.
My entire body shook as I arched against him and exploded.
The orgasm crashed over me in a tremendous wave, sweet bliss rushing through my body as I spasmed around his cock.
The force of me clamping around him was all it took for Sebastian to reach his own release.
With a groan, his hips stuttered against me three times, and he stilled.
We collapsed on the bed, bodies spent, panting to catch our breath. I could feel my pulse between my legs.
For a moment, we lay together in silence, neither of us able to speak. Slowly, Sebastian shifted so that he was facing me.
“Better than studying, right?”
Much better, but now I was completely spent. My body ached deliciously, and the thought of getting up seemed like too much effort. I knew I’d regret not going to the bathroom, though, so I hauled myself into a sitting position and started to gather my clothes.
“I should go home so I can actually get some studying done, and I need a shower,” I murmured.
“Shower here.”
“I need an everything shower, and you definitely don’t have my exfoliating body scrub or deep-conditioning hair mask.”
Sebastian didn’t argue as I pulled on my clothes and disappeared into the bathroom.
Just out of curiosity, I pulled back his shower curtain and looked inside the tub.
It was just as clean as the rest of his space, with several female-looking products tucked into the back corner.
Were those for me, or were they from his previous relationship?
Things between us were so casual at this point that I didn’t think it was right to ask about Kate, but that didn’t stop me from wondering about her.
Sebastian was half dressed when I finally emerged from the bathroom, a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
“You got a call from Matt when you were in the bathroom,” he said, handing me my phone.
I froze at the sound of my ex-boyfriend’s name. “You spoke to him?”
“No. But he called twice.”
Sebastian said nothing more, but I could read the discomfort in his body language.
He stood with both hands shoved into the pockets of his pants to keep from fidgeting, his brow furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line.
After a long moment of tense silence, he asked, “Are you seeing other people?”
I would have thought he was joking if it weren’t for the low growl in his voice. “When would I have time to see anyone else?”
“You want to keep this casual, and that’s fine with me, but we clearly need to define some boundaries. I don’t sleep with more than one person at a time, and I don’t like to share.”
“I only want to sleep with you.”
A hint of familiar smugness flickered across his face. “This Matt guy, I don’t have to worry about him?”
“No,” I said carefully, hesitant to approach my next admission “But I should probably mention that he’s my ex-boyfriend.”Tension crept back into the bedroom at once, filling the space between us with a sense of tangible uncertainty.
“You keep in touch?” He asked cooly.
“On and off,” I admitted. “We were friends before anything else, but the romantic part of our relationship is over.”
His shoulders visibly relaxed, one hand retreating from his pocket to rub the back of his neck. “Is there anything you want to know about Kate?”
Sebastian’s words left me momentarily speechless, and though I should have said no, I couldn’t deny that I was curious about his previous relationship. It only took a few long seconds for my resolve to break. “Do you miss her? You two were together for a while . . .”
“I miss her sometimes,” he said truthfully, never looking away from me, “but not in the way you’re thinking. Kate showed up for me at my lowest moment. I don’t love her anymore, but I love what she did for me.”
I couldn’t lie to myself, hearing those words stung a little. This is supposed to be casual, I reminded myself. Why should his past matter when this was just a bit of fun?
“We weren’t right for each other. It took meeting you for me to realize that,” Sebastian added, as if sensing my disappointment, the very disappointment I was trying to convince myself I shouldn’t feel.
He strode forward and placed his hands on my hips, dragging me into the warmth of his chest.“There’s something else I need to say,” he whispered into my hair.
“I’m sorry—for everything. I was selfish.
I didn’t want you anywhere near DuLane because from the moment I saw you, I wanted you. I don’t like feeling out of control.”
Was Sebastian trying to make things more difficult for me?
“So you’re saying that you were mean to me because you liked me? That is such playground behavior,” I joked, desperate to get back to our normal, teasing dynamic.
He chuckled. “It was stupid. You make me stupid.”
Knowing that Sebastian had liked me from the beginning only made things more complicated. How long could we keep things casual? Don’t overthink it, Grace. Let things happen. It was Sam’s voice, urging me to let go of my worries.
“Thank you for telling me that. I forgive you.”
Sebastian placed a tender kiss on my forehead. I melted into his touch, allowing the stress to leave my body, but his next words sent a jolt of panic rushing through me.
“Do you want to stay the night?”
Don’t you dare freak out, I told myself. “It’s big step, right? I thought we were keeping things casual.”
“I’m not asking you to marry me, Grace. You’re always going back and forth between our places. Wouldn’t it be easier to stay here every now and then? Don’t you want to?”
Of course I did—that was the problem. If I started treating this thing with Sebastian like a real relationship, I was bound to develop real feelings. The lovesick, heartbreak-inducing type.
“Maybe next time. Is that okay?”
“Let me walk you home at least.”
“Absolutely not.”
We both knew that if he walked me home, he’d end up in my bed.
“At least text me when you get there.” Sebastian pulled me back into his arms for another goodbye kiss.
This one was much longer and much deeper than our last. I had no doubt he was attempting to distract me from leaving.
When Sebastian’s tongue met mine, I pulled away breathlessly, scared that I’d fall victim to his antics.
“You’ll survive without me, I promise.”
“Let yourself out,” he told me, nodding toward the bedroom door. “If I follow you downstairs, I’ll likely follow you home.”
Sebastian held up my coat, and I slipped into the heavy material. My backpack quickly followed as he secured the straps over my shoulders. I resisted the urge to glance over my shoulder as I was leaving. Sometimes, all it took was one smoldering look from that boy and I was in deep trouble.