There was a surge of want through his torso as he lounged in the doorframe, stroking his greedy eyes over Sunny’s petite frame, sittingwith one leg crossed over the other, dressed only in a matching pair of panties and bra. If he could, he’d have her naked 24/7. But though they’d shared showers where he washed her all over and then made her come, she was still shy about shedding her clothes around him. There was no pressure; it would eventually fade away. He’d been going at Sunny’s pace for a while now, but was dying to put his foot on the accelerator. To make her his in every way possible. Seb didn’t feel an urgency for it, and nothing was pushing him other than the deep-seated need a man had for his soulmate.
Yeah, he believed in all that shit.
He had to.
How else could he explain Sunshine if she wasn’t his soulmate?
He felt like he’d been put in her life to love, protect her, and make it his life’s mission to make her happy.
When Seb thought about it, too many variables could have gone a different way, taking his life elsewhere if he hadn’t ended up being Ruby and Preacher’s kid. And then he would have never been put in Sunny’s path to become hers—to make her his.
Inside his chest beat a biker’s heart.
But that biker’s heart belonged only to one woman and always had.
He’d never wanted a relationship, nor had he tried to have one. Even before his brain let him admit it, the rest of Seb knew tying himself to another woman would have been wrong on so many levels. And the dark truth was, had he done that, had he not waited for his girl to grow up into the woman she was today, and he’d committed himself to someone else, the day it all fell into place, he would have been a scumbag by walking out on that woman so he could steal Sunny away.
His truth was dark and simple.
He grunted low again as her breasts jiggled when she leaned into the mirror she had propped up against the dresser. Not only did he see thebeauties spilling over her lacy bra, but he also got a glimpse of her juicy ass, and his arousal spiked into his bloodstream, burning him from the inside.
She puckered her lips, painting them in something transparent and glossy before she smiled temptingly at him through the mirror.
She knew he enjoyed watching her, so she put on a show for his benefit.
Damn, his Sunny was a good girl.
Seb pushed himself off the doorframe when she started clipping up her hair, ready to put the hot iron through it. Standing behind her, he kissed her bare shoulder.
“I’ll get breakfast ready,” he told her.
“You don’t have to. I should take a turn cooking food.”
“You’re making yourself pretty for me,” he smirked at her reflection, and she pulled a face.
“That’s sexist, Sebastian.”
“Did I lie?”
The little huff said he wasn’t, and he kept his smirk in place.
Sunny’s lips were a drug-craving torment, and he was constantly starving for them.
Not to be poetic, but he could die a happy man if he only had one more of her shy kisses.
He dove, seeing her eyes glisten with anticipation and her mouth slightly open before their lips met.
Right there.
That sweetness pulsed feelings throughout his body like he’d been injected with a grand’s worth of heroin.
Her body was perfection itself, made to torment him when it brushed against his in her innocent way. His hands curled around the front of her throat as she leaned her back to his chest, humming from her lips. Shewas all soft and curvy, with so many tempting crevices he wanted to explore with his tongue. But for now, he settled on pressing his lips to the side of her face.
For a minute, Seb rolled his hand around the front of Sunny’s throat, feeling each time she swallowed. She was content to watch him in the mirror while she ran the hot iron down the lengths of her hair.
He loved the stillness of the moment.
And when he went downstairs to make the breakfast burritos she loved, a dish he’d learned to cook for her in his spare time, the outside world pressed into his slice of heaven when his phone vibrated.
