“I’ve never stayed here, Sunny. And no one brings women here to fuck. It’s a safe house only. The Tennessee chapter stayed here last summer when they had some issues.”
Sunny followed Seb down a wide hallway with five doors. She saw one was a bathroom, three were empty, not even a bed, and then there was a bedroom, fully furnished with navy sheets and dark curtains. The carpet under her bare feet felt thick and cozy.
“Where are you sleeping?” she asked. Seeing her backpack on a corner armchair, she opened it to grab her PJs. This was just a sleepover,nothing to get nervous about, but knowing that didn’t stop her heart from skipping beats.
“Right here.”
“Okay. Where is my room?”
“Right here.” He was busy emptying his backpack; he just threw everything into the top drawer like a heathen without folding a thing. She was preoccupied with glaring at his back and didn’t comment about the chaos of his clothes.
“Be serious, Seb. It’s too late to joke with me. Where is my room?”
“This is the only room,” he said in a steady voice, turning to face her. He was already tugging the t-shirt over his head by grabbing it from the back. Off it came in one swoop, leaving Sunny faced with his bare, tattooed chest. He had more pieces than last time, but wouldn’t stay put so she could see. He went to the side of the bed and dropped his phone on a charging docking station. She noticed there was one on her side of the bed, too.
Wait.Nother side of the bed, just theotherside of the bed.
“Sleep on the couch,” she told him, going into the bathroom to change. She heard the bedroom door close and sighed. Was she relieved he’d gone downstairs without an argument?
Shut up, Sunny. You can’t sleep in the same bed as Sebastian.It’s like being near a chocolate bar and not wanting to lick it all. Impossible task.
She paused in the doorway, her sleepwear suddenly feeling flimsy and inadequate as she stared at the large man occupying her bed; the room was silent except for her quickened breath.
“No. This isn’t a snowed-in cabin with a lumber-snack situation, Seb. Get out of that bed and go to the couch.”
He smirked and whipped the covers back.
Good God. She lost all the moisture in her mouth, and her lips became slack, seeing him sprawled in only a pair of tight black boxer briefs. Oh, God, the tightness. Were her lungs wheezing?
She quickly averted her eyes, but it was far too late. The image of the impressive thickness encased in the black material was already burned into her brain and was playing on a happy little horny loop.
She was no longer mad.
How could she be when her belly was a swarm of dancing fairies? If not for the bedroom plunged into darkness when he turned the lights off, her blushing cheeks would be hard to hide.
“Sunshine, get into bed. We’re only sleeping. It’s no big deal. You’ve climbed into my bed before.”
“I was a baby!” she gasped.
“And at thirteen, you biked it over to my parents’ house when I was home from college. You were pitifully sick, sneezing and coughing, with a fever, but you wouldn’t let my folks drive you home.”
“Yeah, well.” She blushed at the memory.
She had been a pushy kid, always demanding his attention, and he’d put up with her whims. He let her fall asleep in his arms, then she woke up alone in her bed hours later.
What a desperate little kid she’d been.
She embarrassingly acted that way a year ago, throwing herself at him out of jealousy after seeing Sinner flirt with Seb. The mortification still crawled over her skin when she thought about it.
Standing awkwardly in a strange bedroom after fleeing in the night and now faced with a nearly naked Sebastian Priest, it was all too much for Sunny’s fluttering heart to cope with.
If she climbed into that bed like it was no big deal, all she’d think about was fucking his brains out. And for a virgin, who hadn’t evenfondled a dick—she was a whore solely in her mind—Sunny had no on-the-job hours to back up her thesis on fucking brains out.
“Sunshine,” he growled, breaking into her thoughts like a thief. “Get into this bed right now. If I have to get up, I’ll put you here myself and hold you down all night.”
Her raging hormones and pebbled nipples were screaming yes!
“You are a bully.” She huffed, storming over to the bed. She all but threw herself into it, turning her back and balancing on the very edge like a maiden on her sixteenth-century wedding night with a rotund king, who was renowned for chopping off heads. “I’ve gone through a traumatic few days, and this is how you treat me! Your mother would be appalled if I told her you threatened to pin me to a bed, Sebastian Priest.” Because she was in a raging huff, she added for dramatic appearances, “You have no care, no compassion.”
