“Do you enjoy kissing him?” Harper added, “No need to answer. Your dopey grin says everything. So he’s great at kissing.”
“The best.”
“And does he enjoy kissing you?”
“Yeah, he’s always grabbing me to sit on his lap.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about, my little nervous squirrel.”
Sunny emitted a worried moan. “You know how long I’ve wanted this for. I got in my head about what I should do or what Seb wants from me.”
Harper smiled. “Who am I to advise you about how a man’s brain works when my man blackmailed me into a secret marriage and sneaked into my bed all the time? You do what’s right for your relationship. There are no set rules or time limits. Seb probably realizes you have little experience and wants to take it slow. I say enjoy every second. Or take the initiative and jump his bones if you’re ready for more. He’ll get the message. But only go at your pace. Sometimes, you have to wallop a man over the head with what you need before he realizes.”
“Sweet baby, you say the cutest things.” She heard off-camera, and then Harper smiled at her husband and took a steaming mug from him. They shared a kiss again.
That’s what Sunny wanted, that fully established relationship. But it had only been two days since their first kiss, so Harper was right. After a lifetime of waiting and believing it impossible, she’d savor every moment with Sebastian, fighting the urge to overanalyze.
When her friends wanted the muscular athletes in school, Sunny had been thinking about a bad boy biker in training with his hand wrapped around her throat while he kissed her lips.
Sebastian Priest had starred in every fantasy, in varying forms, but he was the main event. Just imagining him wanting her back in the same degree of obsessiveness had her thighs clenching together to stop the ache at the apex. Ending the call a while later, she unwrapped the towel to finish dressing, but movement caught her attention; her eyes fixated on Sebastian, silhouetted in the open doorway. Staring at her like the hungriest lion spying on a raw steak.
Seb’s lustful gaze made her heart skip a beat, despite her urge to cover herself.
“Don’t, baby, let me see you,” he rasped gruffly.
Sunny, feeling shy yet emboldened with confidence in how he stared at her, went with what her body wanted, and let the towel drop.
“Ah, fuck,” he hissed, his hands gripped each side of the doorway.
As Sebastian stared, his eyes grew more intense as he held her gaze. “You’re incredible, so fucking beautiful.”
The sound of Sebastian’s sincerity made her fluff up like a preening swan.
He was dressed only in his slut-like workout shorts, the ones that hugged his bubble-butt and outlined the thickness of his cock. Despite Sunny’s best efforts to avoid looking down, she succumbed to the temptation, and as she was taking a steadying breath to reset her brain from the wondrous sight, she finally looked up, only to find Sebsmirking. A fiery blush instantly bloomed across her cheeks as soon as he’d caught her.
Then he came forward into the small bathroom, sucking all the air out with his sheer size.
“Shower with me?”
What on earth?
Her head spun with dizzying lust. They’d only had forty-eight glorious hours of kissing. Now he wanted to get naked in the showerwith her!
Sunny felt the weight of his eyes seared into hers; his concentrated stare completely enthralled her, and she couldn’t look away.
“I already took a shower,” she croaked weakly. Sunny’s mind might be all over the place, but she was ready for naked Seb time, though she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She was too shy.
When Seb flashed his dazzling smile that always melted her insides like warm jelly, a shiver ran down her spine—not from the cold, but from the thrill of standing before the man of her dreams.
“Then you can be squeaky clean.” And like that, Sebastian whipped down his shorts, leaving him naked, too. Sunny shrieked; it was unbidden, and she pointed her chin so fast toward the ceiling.
“Sunshine,” she heard the laughter as he came closer to cup her face. He dropped a soft kiss on her lips. “How many times have you imagined me naked?”
“Thousands,” she answered without thinking and turned even redder, but Seb only hummed and kissed her again. She angled her head for more.
“Good. Now, I want you to get used to seeing me naked in the flesh.”
“I can’t look.” She kept her eyes on his, dying from shyness.
