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His finger slips inside me and he rakes his teeth over my clit. It feels like a bomb goes off in my body, shattering me and blowing away all of my last inhibitions.
“Oh, oh! Yes, Sebastian!” A huge wave of pleasure rips through me, sending pulsing waves through my belly that spread out until I’m shaking and writhing under him.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers.
He starts to crawl up over top of me and as he does, we both freeze. A door opens and closes.
“Misty? Are you in here?”
“Oh shit!” I go pale and shove him off of me. “Get under the bed! Go, go, go!”
He stares up at me, his brown eyes still half-dazed. “What! Why?”
“That’s Granny! You’ve got to hide.”
His mouth thins and he sits up on the floor. “Why?”
“For one thing, you’re not wearing any clothes!” I say and toss his clothes back at him, running around the room and struggling into my own clothes as I toss his at him. His jeans hit him in the face and he growls, yanking them down.
“Stop that, Misty! What the hell? We don’t need to hide what’s going on between us! This isn’t just some one-night stand.”
“I don’t want to talk about this right now! Just put your pants on and hide!” We can hear her footsteps in the hall.
“Misty?”
I turn to him, my eyes wide. “Please…please, Sebastian. I’m not ready to say anything about this. Not to Granny.”
He stills and his hawkish eyes study me critically. “When will you be?”
“I— I’m not sure. I need a little time. I’m just so confused.”
“Confused? I’ve made it very plain what I want. But it sounds like you still don’t believe me. Or you’re already sure that I’m going to leave you. Either way, you don’t trust me. Which is why I thought you needed more time. And now I know my answer. My question is… will it ever be enough time for you to trust me? Or will you spend all your time worrying about when I’m going to leave you?”
I can’t even answer him. Because I don’t really know. I wish I didn’t wonder. Wish I was sure of him. Was sure of our love.
“I— I wish I could answer you. But I simply don’t know. I want to believe every word you say. But I find myself wondering if there’s going to be something that I do, something that pisses you off so damn bad that you just walk away.”
“Wouldn’t happen, baby. You’re it for me. But I do understand that you might not immediately believe me. I just don’t want to spend our whole life together wondering if you really believe me or you’re just waiting for the other shoe to fall.”
“I don’t want to live like that and you shouldn’t either. I refuse to spend all my time hiding how I feel about you.”
I growl under my breath and stare at his proud face. We’ve had this whole conversation quickly, short bursts of whispered accusations and fears. It feels like this is it. This is where everything falls off the rails again.
But I don’t want it to. I want him to be here forever. But I’m not ready to face the grannies. They’ve managed to push us back together again, but I’m about done with interfering relatives right now. Even if it was for my own good.
Because I never fell out of love with Sebastian. It’s haunted me for years, an endless yearning ache that settled in my bones like a disease.
Which is not a nice way to describe love. But it didn’t feel nice either.
“Mistletoe! What’s going on?” I jump to my feet and run for the door, hoping to cut off the embarrassment of her coming in here and finding an angry, hurt, half-naked man standing in her room.
“I’m coming, Granny!” I pelt through the door and hit her at about fifty miles an hour, almost taking us both to the ground.
“Oof! Jeez, Mistletoe! Where are you going, girl?” Her old eyes try to peer around me into my bedroom but I yank it closed. “Is Sebastian here with you? I saw his truck outside.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, stunned at how stupid I’ve been. The damn truck! It’s a small town and everybody knows everybody’s business. So they sure as hell know what Sebastian’s truck looks like. Especially since it’s got his ranch logo on the side.
My head whips around and I groan when the door flies open and Sebastian comes out, rubbing his dry hands on a towel from my bathroom.
