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I scrolled through a few listings, each more extravagant than the last. Apparently, Sebastian was shopping for a mansion.
“Tell me about your dream house,” he prompted.
“It’s got to have character,” I swiped yet again through the series of photos showing one particular house. “Like this one. It’s got huge windows…and a library already, so it’s ready for my books. Which I need to replace…”
“I’ll buy you all the books,” Sebastian promised, his cheeks coloring slightly.
“It’s so cute.”
“A garden?” Sebastian asked, glancing over briefly as the traffic light turned green.
“Yes!” I was delighted by the thought. “I was obsessed with ‘The Secret Garden’ when I was a kid. I’d love to have a garden that felt like its own little world.”
“Sounds perfect,” he said, his voice warm.
Sebastian was careful and watchful in the parking garage, then in the elevator up to the penthouse. He didn’t unwind until we were inside with the doors locked. Then, he turned toward me and pinned me against the closed door.
“Kennedy,” he murmured against my lips, his hands roaming over my back, pulling me closer. “Tonight was fun, but I’ve been longing to get you alone all night, too.”
I leaned into him, deepening the kiss. We were lost in each other, the world around us fading until there was nothing but the heat between us. My fingers tangled in his hair as our kisses grew more fervent.
With a soft thud, the box slipped from my grasp, panna cotta splatting across the floor.
“Oh no,” I said.
“Leave it, I’ll take care of it later,” Sebastian said, sweeping me up into his arms and carrying me toward his room. He gave me a mischievous smile. “Or Clean Freak Carter will find it, and I won’t have to.”
He carried me into his bedroom, where the panoramic window offered a voyeuristic view of the city. The scent of him was everywhere, dark and spicy.
I remembered the way things had been between us, complicated and awkward, last time.
“Shower with me,” I whispered.
With a smoldering look, he carried me into the bathroom and set me down. He began to undress me. His fingers deftly worked the zipper of my dress, brushing against my spine. Fabric whispered to the floor, pooling at my feet.
He peeled away my panties, revealing inch by heated inch of my skin to the cool air of the room. There was reverence in his movements, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift.
My breath hitched when his hands cupped the swell of my breasts. His thumbs brushed over the sensitive peaks that ached for more. His eyes locked onto mine, dark with want, as he traced the contours of my body.
“You are so perfect,” he whispered.
With the city lights casting a soft glow over Sebastian’s chiseled form, our lips met in an urgent kiss. His mouth moved against mine fervently.
My fingers fumbled at the buttons of his shirt, revealing the sculpted length of his torso. His Jackal tattoo was still red, but it was sexy too. All four of my men carried the same tattoo. It made it feel as if they were finding their way back to being a family. My family. The only family I ever really needed.
I traced the hard planes of his chest, marveling at his muscles as they flexed under my touch. My hands lingered on his abs, dancing over the ridges. I pushed his shirt down his broad shoulders.
Sebastian gently pushed me into his steam-clouded shower. The glass doors closed behind us, cocooning us in a world of heat.
The heat from the water enveloped us, mingling with the heat of our bodies as he turned to face me. I couldn't help but admire the way the water cascaded down his perfectly defined abs and broad shoulders, glistening like diamonds on his deeply tanned skin.
He reached for the soap and lathered a washcloth. His hands were strong but gentle as they began to tenderly explore every curve of my body. He washed across my collarbone, down the valley between my breasts, and over the curve of my waist. Eachstroke was a caress, each glide of his palms a silent declaration of care.
The way he washed me felt almost reverent, as if he were memorizing every inch of me with his hands. His eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that promised the evening had just begun.
Sebastian washed my inner thighs, and I moaned, my hips swaying forward against his, wanting more of him. He dropped the cloth and his naked fingers met the slick warmth between my thighs. He began to tease me, his fingers confident against my clit until I was biting my lower lip, my knees weak.
“Sebastian, I want you inside me,” I whispered.
