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My heart beats a little faster as his words sink in. “I was already planning on going, actually.”
“Wait, really?”
“This is probably a surprise, so don’t say anything, but Izzy is coming up.” I take a sip of wine, liking how his eyes light up at the mention of his little sister. “We’re going to go together. Cooper and Penny too, probably.”
He stands suddenly, sending the chair backwards.
“Seb?”
He takes my face in his hands and presses a kiss to my lips. “Thank you. I’ll leave a jersey out for you.”
I blink as he steps back. “You’re that excited?”
“Excited? I feel like I could go out and hit a fucking grand slam.”
Part of me feels guilty that I didn’t try to go to any of his games until now, but I shove that down. Things were different before. What matters is now. “I’ll be there.”
He strokes his knuckles over my cheek before heading back to his seat. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
44
MIA
The second Sebastianparks the car, I slip into his lap.
It’s a tight squeeze until he gets the seat back; he grunts with surprise, his arms coming around me automatically. The whole drive back from Vesuvio’s, I couldn’t pay attention to a fucking thing but his hands, strong and capable and so good at touching in all the right places. We should probably go inside, but the kiss I press to his lips tastes sweeter this way. I can still catch the wine on his tongue, and the caramel from our shared dessert. My belly does a happy flop as my tongue tangles with his. We didn’t finish the whole bottle of wine, so I’m only the barest hint of tipsy, but part of me still feels drunk. Drunk on him and the way it feels to be around him.
I’m realizing, in a slow, inexorable way, that there’s no one in the world like him. No one who makes my heart race the way he does. I’m free-falling, a meteor burning up in the atmosphere.
He nips at my lower lip as he strokes those perfect hands down my back. When they settle on my ass, squeezing, I moan into his mouth.
“I’m super horny,” I say breathlessly.
“I can tell.” The note of amusement in his voice would usually piss me off, but right now, it just makes me want to spread my legs. He rubs his fingertips over my already-damp panties, eliciting another strangled noise from my throat. “What’s got you so wound up, angel?”
“Don’t tease.” I wind my hands through his hair and tug sharply. “You know what.”
He traces little patterns into my back over my dress. “You’re extra pretty when you’re needy.”
“Sebastian—”
He plays with the zipper. “You’re the one who climbed into my lap.”
I reach for his waistband, but he stops me with one of those strong hands. I huff out a breath. “What?”
“We should go inside.”
I lean in again and bite his jaw. “Or you could fuck me in the backseat.”
“Tempting,” he says. “But I’m fucking your ass, angel, and I want you in my bed for that.”
My mind short-circuits at his words. Not just at what he’s suggesting, although I very much want that, but at the confident tone. He’s no stranger to confidence, but he’s never used it to sound quite so sexy before. “Oh.”
“Is that acceptable?”
He’s definitely having fun with this. I pull back, school my face into my sternest expression, and cross my arms. “You seem certain I’ll say yes.”
His gaze settles on my tits for a long moment. I smirk, but then he cups my jaw, pressing his thumb against my lips.
