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Why doesn’t he understand that he can’t just take away all of my firsts and taint them with lies? First an engagement and now a marriage. I refuse to let this man have all of the firsts I have left when they mean nothing to him.
I’m going to tell him. It’s not in my nature to cower away. Yanking the bathroom door open, it swings wide and Sebastian turns in my direction.
“Itisa big deal, Sebastian. And the fact that you can’t see that tells me all I need to know about you.”
Deflated, I move about the room, picking up my t-shirt and removing items as I get ready for bed. That headache I’d feigned earlier seems to have come true.
“Can we at least talk about it?”
His words and the note of resignation in his tone have me stopping in my tracks.
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. I swear it’s like talking to a brick wall. “There’s nothing to talk about. I’m doing you a favor already by pretending to be engaged to you. You’re asking too much of me to tie myself to you in the eyes of the law.”
“And there’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”
“Not a thing. The only way I’d marryyouis if I was partially blackout drunk, in Vegas, and I thought you were…” I wave my hand in the air, trying to think of a hot British guy. “Alex Pettyfer.” I finish with a nod.
He stands from the bed and I wonder for a moment if I’ve hurt his feelings. One hand goes into his pocket as the other comes up and scrubs over his stubble covered jaw.
His gaze is assessing as it roams over me. He lifts his shoulder in a shrug and says, “Okay.”
My eyes narrow, because he’s accepted what I’ve said without the fight I was expecting. “That’s it? Just okay?”
“I’m respecting your decision, so yes, that’s it.”
We stare at each other in the silence of the room. I wait for him to tell me that he’s messing with me and that he’ll have us in Vegas tomorrow because it’s a ‘solid plan’, but nothing comes.
“I’m going to bed.” I hesitate before I continue, unsure what his reaction will be. “I promised Jensen I’d go horseback riding with him in the morning.”
A growl bursts from his lips as he looks away and I watch the ticking motion of his jaw. My head tips to the side as I examine him, almost fascinated by his reaction. If I didn’t know better, which I do, I’d think Sebastian was jealous.
A sly smile I can’t keep under wraps slips across my mouth. “You know, I was thinking of asking Jensen to show me how to mount the horse tomorrow. It’s been a whi—”
Bastian’s hands dive into my hair as he crashes his mouth down on mine. It’s a punishing kiss. Meant to tell me who I belong to.
He pulls away, our labored breaths mingling in the small space between our mouths. His eyes are intent on me. “Finish that fucking sentence, princess. I dare you.”
“What happens if I do?” I breathe.
His fingers tighten in my hair as he pulls it back exposing the column of my throat. He dips his head, his nose running along my sensitive skin.
“You don’t want to know.”
I pout, because I kind of want to. “I think I do.”
He pulls away from me, his face coming into focus.
Running his thumb over the apple of my cheek, much like he did earlier in the night, he says, “You won’t be horseback riding tomorrow. I’ll spank your ass until it’s red and then when you're dripping wet for me, because thatwillturn you on. I’ll edge you until you're begging me to let you come. Except I won’t. And I’ll keep doing it for days if I need to, because his name does not belong on your tongue. Only mine does.”
I want to tell him he’s being possessive and that people who are just screwing don’t get to say things like that, but my mind is blank and I’m so turned on that he could kiss me and I’ll come.
My need for him is clear. I’m way past the point of trying to hold my desire for him back. I swallow thickly as I whisper, “You said that you’d make it so I could still feel you tomorrow.”
His hands run down my body until they rest on the curve of my waist. “I believe I said I’d fuck you into oblivion, until you could feel me in your pussy for weeks.”
My breath hitches at his words and a current of electricity zaps through me.
“Are you going to follow through?” I ask, a pleading note to my tone.
