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I protested weakly, "I can walk."
"I know," he replied, his voice gentle but firm. "But I love taking care of you."
He carried me through the lobby, past a doorman who nodded at us, and into the elevator. The penthouse was so high up that it felt as if my ears popped. I rescued my head against his shoulder, letting myself relax into his touch. It was crazy to me how easily he carried me, as if I weighed nothing.
As we entered, I caught my breath at the sight before me. I still couldn’t get over how nice their condo was. It was masculine but lavish, with dark wood furniture and rich fabrics adorning the space. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning view of the city far below. It even smelled nice in here.
Sebastian carried me into his room and set me down on my feet. His room was all dark espresso-colored wood, with a king sized bed with crisp white sheets and duvet. There were a few paintings on the wall, and a long mirror across the far wall reflected back the bed.
I immediately went to the enormous floor to ceiling windows, searching for any sign of my old apartment building or smoke still rising in the air. The guys lived so close to my old apartment—and to the hospital where I’d once been trapped in my coma—and it was strange to think that all this time, I could’ve stumbled into them.
"Can you see anything?" Sebastian asked softly, standing close behind me.
"Nothing," I murmured, my heart heavy with the weight of loss. He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, and though it didn't erase the pain, it helped ground me in the present, reminding me that I wasn't alone.
I turned to face him, but of course, I was face to face with his chiseled pecs, his t-shirt clinging to his body.
“Will you help me… be grounded again?” I whispered. “Here, with you?”
His lips curled slightly at the edges. “Absolutely.”
I felt the chill of the glass on my back and gasped as Sebastian pinned me against the window, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed my body, slowly teasing off my smoke-soaked shirt.
When he pulled it over my head, he groaned, his gaze reverent on my body. “God, you are so beautiful.”
With trembling fingers, I reached down and gripped him, drawing a low moan from his throat.
"How did you know I needed you?" I whispered between kisses, my breath ragged with desire.
Sebastian's eyes locked onto mine with unwavering intensity. "I always know," he murmured. "I'm sorry you spent so much time alone… but you're never going to be alone again. I'm always going to be right here."
My heart swelled at his words, but as we continued to press against each other, I couldn't help but remember the acrid smell of smoke that clung to my hair and clothing. The memories of the fire threatened to overwhelm me, my breath hitching in panic. Sensing my distress, Sebastian pulled away, concern etching lines across his face.
"Kennedy? What's wrong?"
"Smoke," I choked out, tears forming at the corners of my eyes. "I can still smell it on me, and it's freaking me out."
"Hey, hey…" Sebastian's voice was soothing as balm. "Let's get you cleaned up, alright?"
Without waiting for my response, he scooped me up once more and carried me into the bathroom, where an enormous tub awaited. He set me down on the cool tile floor and began filling the tub with warm water. After adding a generous pour of bubble bath, he stripped off his own clothes and stepped into the water, beckoning me to join him.
"Come on," he urged, offering me a hand. "We'll wash away the memories of the fire together."
I hesitated, then took his hand and stepped into the tub, my body sinking into the comforting warmth of the water. As Sebastian began to wash my hair, I closed my eyes, letting the sensation of his strong fingers massaging my scalp chase away the lingering dread.
"Thank you," I whispered, leaning back against him, feeling his heartbeat against my spine.
"Always, Kennedy. Always."
Sebastian's hands moved from my hair, trailing soapy suds down my neck and across my chest. His touch was tender yet deliberate as he washed my breasts, fingers occasionally brushing over my sensitive nipples, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me. I couldn't help but moan softly, my body responding to his intimate caress.
"Sebastian," I whispered, tilting my head back to rest on his shoulder, my eyes still closed.
"Shh, just let me take care of you, Kennedy," he murmured in reply, his breath warm against my ear.
As his hands continued their gentle exploration, they traveled downward, washing the curves of my hips and thighs. I felt myself growing more aroused by the second, my body aching for his touch. When he finally reached the apex between my legs, I gasped, an involuntary shudder rippling through me as he began to stroke me with purpose.
"Sebastian," I whimpered, gripping his forearm as waves of pleasure built within me. "I'm...I..."
