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She nodded and stepped back so he could come inside. As he passed, his forearm brushed lightly against the bare skin of her arm causing a tremor to rush through her.
He bent down to say hi to Chunks, who after being appropriately greeted, plodded off to his bed, and flopped down with a heavy sigh causing his jowls to fan out.
As Seb stood back up and he was still a little short of breath she asked, “Are you okay? Do you need some water?”
“I’m fine. I was out for a run.”
“Okay.” She nodded, wondering how that run had ended up at her house. Not that she was complaining. She would never complain about a sweaty, sexy, Sebastian Savage showing up at her doorstep.
“I’m sorry about my mom today. If her questions made you uncomfortable—"
“No,” Kennedy interrupted. “She’s great. I was fine. I was worried that she upset you.”
His lips curled at the edges. “I’m used to her. She means well, she’s just very opinionated and subtlety is not her strong suit.”
“I think she’s amazing. I wish I’d had a mom like her. When I have kids and they’re adults, I hope that they love me as much as you and your brothers clearly love her.” At the mention of kids, Seb’s jaw ticked.
“How many kids do you want?” he asked.
The intensity in his stare stole her breath. She found herself unable to speak. When she opened her mouth, nothing came out. He inhaled through his nose slowly, put his hands in his pockets and cast his gaze to the ground.
When their eye contact broke, she found her voice again. “Two, two would be good. What about you? Do you want kids?”
She’d never come right out and asked him that. And even though she shouldn’t care either way because he wasn’t the ‘one’ she still wanted to know.
He looked back up and she saw a depth of emotion in his stare that made her want to pull him into her arms and tell him everything would be okay. Which was exactly what she shouldn’t do, according to Anne. That was the path that she’d chosen again and again with broken men that always led down Heartbreak Alley. She needed to choose the road that would lead her to Happily Ever After Lane.
Which would have been saying yes to Aiden. Which she hadn’t done.
“Before the accident, I never really gave it any thought. All I thought about was tattooing. But then…” He stopped himself and looked down at the floor again.
“But then what?”
“But then, at the hospital, seeing you holding Jasmine…”
His words trailed off and her inner hopeless romantic did a full Scarlett O’Hara swoon. She didn’t know what he was going to say, but whatever it was, it was about her. He’d said seeingherholding Jasmine. That was specific. That was personal.
“Seeing me holding Jasmine what?” she prompted.
He shook his head. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. I should go.”
He turned to leave but Kennedy stopped him. “I don’t want you to go.”
When he turned back, she saw the look in his eyes. It was possessive, primitive, primal.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded. “I want you to stay.”
Without saying a word, he lifted his hand and brushed her hair off her neck. The roughened pads of his fingertips slid along her collarbone before he lowered his head and brushed his lips against her ear, “If I stay, I’m going to fuck you. Tonight, you will bemine.”
Kennedy closed her eyes and luxuriated in the heady sensation of hearing those words. Being wanted by Seb was like taking a hit of a powerful drug. It was a feeling that she knew was fleeting, it wasn’t good for her, but she wanted it more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.
“Do you want me to stay?” he rasped.
“Yes,” her response sounded desperate, needy, wanton. All three of which, she was.
He exhaled a sound that was part growl, part groan and the heat of his breath covered her neck. Then she felt his mouth on her, kissing, and sucking just below her ear. Her head tilted to the side, allowing him even more access as her arms wrapped around his waist. She tried to pull his shirt off but it was damp and hard to get off. He must have sensed her trouble because the next thing she knew he was picking her up and carrying her into her bathroom.
