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I nuzzled her, sleep pulling me in. “And I like you.”
TWENTY-FOUR
FAITH
The heat woke me up. A delicious heat that was this side of suffocating.
Sebastian's arm was locked across my waist, his lips buzzing in my neck.
Something nudged my backside.
I squeezed my thighs together. My body was sore from our late-night activities. He had taken me a few more times in the night, using his knees to push me open for him. He slipped in easily, my body constantly ready for him as he stirred me awake only to have me clutching him as he thrust in and out of me. Sometimes he was gentle and sometimes he was frantic. Like he couldn't get enough of me.
I'd probably need an ice pack, and it was totally worth it.
I pushed back against his hard length, and he released a manly rumble in my ear. It satisfied me to my core that I could make him feel this good. The man I'd admired from afar for so long. The one that had been distant who somehow opened his house to me. Opened himself to me.
"We should get up," I said, reaching back to cup his cheek in my palm. The gristle of his five o'clock shadow scratched my soft skin. I’d bet it would feel even better between my legs.
He mumbled into my neck in protest, his arm clamping around me.
I tapped his arm. "A little tight."
He loosened his grip but didn't let me go.
"Why are you still in bed? Aren't you a workaholic? One night with me and you break all your rules?"
"I'd have given my right arm for a night with you. A few rules are nothing," he said sleepily.
My heart caught in my throat, and I wondered if he realized he'd said that aloud. Sebastian's breaths deepened, like he'd fallen back to sleep. He'd worn himself out with all the rigor of the night before. But that little admission? That little admission could rock my world.
Or ruin it.
* * *
My hand cramped, forcing me to take a break.
Holy shit. Luna was right. Sex was what I’d needed all along.
My muse rushed back with a vengeance. I holed myself up in the atrium once we eventually rolled out of bed. Sebastian planted a quick kiss on my forehead before showering.
I didn't even bother washing. I relished Sebastian's scent on my skin and couldn't bother wasting a single minute not painting.
The work was abstract. An insight into a grieving mind. The colors collided frantically. The warm colors of the countryside and the dark and dreary colors of the city, only to be illuminated by little streetlamps.
Fuck it was good. Better than good.
Not painting for so long left me out of practice. I rolled my wrist and then flexed it up and down. When that didn't work, I stood with my hands on my hips, admiring my work.
Heavy footsteps thundered down the hall. "Willow's ready to come home from the vet. Want to get her with me?"
"Absolutely."
Sebastian wore a dark brown sweater that complemented the speckles in his eyes. Dark washed jeans clung to his thick thighs like they were designed specifically for him.
I wasn't sure how to act now. We hadn't discussed it this morning when we woke up. We both got to work, still floating in our own little lust bubble.
Sebastian surprised me by grabbing my hand. We walked together like that until we reached the vet.
