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Chapter Twenty-Five

When we walked through the front door, my hand entwined within his larger, warmer grip, I was reminded of everything I liked about him. The comforting smell of his apartment, the vast pristine space – perfectly located, thoughtfully decorated and immaculately clean. Other than when he drove and he needed to change gears, his hand was holding my own or resting on my thigh.

When he stopped suddenly in the entryway and kissed me until I was breathless there was no doubt in my mind I was falling for Seb and quickly. Every thoughtful action further cemented my trust, including how open he was when I’d asked about that stupid cow at the club who definitely wanted me to think something was going on between them. His honesty and patience was beyond reassuring and bizarrely a huge turn on.

And when he ended our kiss and told me he was going to cook me dinner because I would need sustenance for what he had planned, I very nearly melted on the spot.

Was I horny or hungry when it involved him? Or perhaps horngry. Always horngry.

Every time he did something sweet, like squeeze my hand gently before leading me to sit on the stools at his bench, it made my ovaries pinch and heat pulse through my veins. There was something supremely sexy about someone who could cook and look so damn sexy while preparing a dish. There was no mess. No splatters of sauce on the stove top, rows of dirty dishes lining the sink, random profanity flying from his mouth while two different timers simultaneously rang, uncertainty over which was to what.

No, Siree. He was calm, methodical and intentional - and it was enviable.

“Do you always line everything up in size order?” I asked, referring to the bowls of spices, sauces, shallots, lime, bok choy, prawns and rice he was perfectly aligning. Other than the slight raise of his brow he offered no reaction as he continued to chop the last of the veggies. I felt restless and emboldened after three long days without him and the urge to toy with him was festering. I wanted to get some kind of reaction, a sick sadistic prick from within encouraging me to swirl the spices with a spoon. His eyes darted to my hand, narrowing ever so slightly.

“It makes sense to order things. If everything is ordered I know where it is and I don’t forget anything. It’s clean and logical,” his reply was exactly as anticipated and I giggled.

“What would happen if things didn’t sit in the perfect order?” My tone was mocking but he played along as he stopped chopping to connect his phone to the speakers around the room. Amy Winehouse filled the air as he refilled my glass and turned the stove on, anything but look at my hand which was now lifting spoonfuls of the spice mix before tipping them back into the bowl.

“Give me an example?” His voice was laced with humour and I loved this side of him. Longed for this jovial side that I was beginning to see more and more. I mixed the bowls as I spoke, ensuring they were no longer in size order.

“What if these were different, or –” I placed some lime onto the bok choy, grabbing the shallots ready to pour them on top of the prawns, when his hands stilled.

“, don’t!” His tone was firm, but his lips lifted in a smirk. He was trying not to smile and I giggled, powerless to control the child within, as I let a couple of the shallots fall. He dropped the knife flying around the bench and I squealed in delight as I leapt from the seat and ran. I had no idea where I was going and I made it as far as his gym before his hands wrapped around my waist. He grabbed me, easily lifting me from my feet as laughter erupted out of me.

“I’m sorry,” I squealed, my attempts to free myself half-hearted as he returned me to the stool I had been sitting on and stood between my legs.

“Order is natural, babe, and it makes sense,” he placed a kiss on my forehead. “Did you know, in the wild when hermit crabs need a new shell, they all line up from smallest to tallest,” he rearranged the bowls as he spoke and I didn’t move, mesmerised by his words and the feel of his body between my thighs.

“They then each move out of their shell and across until they all have a larger one that once belonged to their mate. It’s natural. It – makes – sense,” he said, purposely placing the bowls back into their correct order and I knew I was about to start giggling. Not at the randomness of his knowledge which I had to admit was admirable, but that he likened his need to have his life ordered to hermit crabs.

“Seb, I-I,” I couldn’t finish my sentence as the bubble of laughter erupted from me and I leaned into his chest, breathing deeply. He finally caved, chuckling, which made me laugh more and he kissed me on the head again before he moved back to the kitchen. I grabbed a piece of lime from the bowl that he had just returned to its spot and licked my lip seductively.

“I’m ignoring you because you need to be fed, otherwise I’m going to carry you to my room like a caveman and show you what happens when you push me.”

“I think I will keep going then. I like it when you’re angry,” I wiggled my eyebrows and his playful grin only made me laugh again.

Dad had been the cook in our house and I hadn’t realised how much I wanted that in a partner until I saw Sebastian. The food smelt delicious and my stomach was rumbling. Reaching for my purse I took out the post-it-notes I always carried and scribbled a note, standing and popping it on his fridge.

He watched me with quick glances as he mixed the ingredients in the wok.

“Cook dinner again?” He read aloud, a hint of humour in his words.

“Well, it’s clear you want to, and now there's a note in your kitchen, so it’s done. Especially seeing how it is literally the only thing on your perfectly clean fridge,” I grinned, enjoying the lightheartedness of the night.

“You have an issue with how I organise things but you have an entire pad of sticky notes in your purse?”

“Of course. What if I need to write something down?” I deadpanned and he shook his head, chuckling softly.

“I’m sure you had plenty of things to write down while shopping.”

“What kind of animal doesn’t carry a notepad and pen with them?” I asked, only semi-joking.

“You are one-of-a-kind,” he said and, much to his amusement, I thanked him for what could only be a compliment.

“What is your favourite food?” He asked, serving the now cooked rice and prawns into two dishes.

“Hmmmm, that is a tricky one. Maybe something simple like sausages and mash?”

“Sausages and mash?” He repeated, his face the pillar of disgust. “Your favourite food is sausages?” I lifted my chin and grinned.

“Correct. I’m a pretty simple kind of gal. Love a good sausage with sauce,” I said, with a wink.

He raised his eyebrows, his crooked smile on full display. “Interesting, because I make an incredible homemade sausage. Self-saucing,” he kept his face straight but I could see he was trying not to smile and I barked a laugh unable to stop myself.

“Delicious,” I said, still giggling. “I will definitely need to try it.”

“Just tell me when, it's really quick to make,” he added with a wink.

“You are superior in every way, Sebastian, I think I will have to try it for dessert,” I said with a grin and I meant it.

I watched him tidy the kitchen after we ate and became preoccupied with the gracefulness of his movements. Everything he did was intentional and the fluidity of the manner with which he moved was an attraction which buried itself deep in my bones. With the soft music, a full stomach and a long day of shopping, I was definitely ready to chill, preferably in a horizontal manner. Hopefully this was an indulgence shared by my sexy date.

Putting the last of the dishes away after refusing my numerous offers to help, Seb dimmed the lights indicating we were done.

“Let’s get you showered,” I shivered at the huskiness in his voice, stopping myself from openly panting.

Had four words ever been sexier – because if so – I was yet to hear them.

Unable to formulate a response, I simply nodded and followed him down the hall to his bedroom. Our hands were intertwined and I sighed contentedly at how warm I always felt with him.

When I left Lucas, I gave up on the idea of finding my happily ever after, but with Sebastian, my heart began beating again and those dreams didn’t feel so outlandish. Tugging me towards the ensuite, he turned the light on and warmed the shower. I watched him quietly as he grabbed me a towel before testing the temperature of the water. Each action was designed to ensure things were easy for me. My needs always at the forefront of his mind.

Suddenly shy, I dipped my face and watched my feet toying with the bath mat.

“What’s wrong?” Of course he noticed my unease instantly and was standing before me ready to act.

Why was I such a bloody drag? Just tell the truth, ! I admonished internally.

“Frankly, I’m just not used to being with someone like you. I keep waiting for you to flip a switch or for me to do something which upsets you,” I shrugged, keeping my eyes on him. “I just didn’t know it could be like this.”

“Truthfully, neither did I. I’ve never wanted to have to look after anyone else like I do you. So, please, let me take care of you the way I want to. The way you deserve.”

I could either put my trust in him and take that step towards my future, or I could continue to live a life where I perceived fear to be around every corner, waiting to jump out and destroy the life I was creating.

He waited, ever patient, with kind eyes and an even kinder heart. Deciding it was now or never, I stepped forward, raising my arms. With a small smile, he reached up and lifted my shirt over my head, as we both put our trust in each other.

We stumbled into the shower, our greedy hands unstoppable as if our unspoken agreement gave us permission to lay all our cards on the table. In between desperate kisses and exploratory hands, Seb washed my hair, massaging my scalp with a delectable coconut shampoo which I knew would have been bought for my benefit.

We took turns washing each other, a giggle escaping when Seb spent a ridiculous amount of time on my breasts as he said they were “particularly dirty after a day of shopping.”

When we were both clean, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and I lent back, placing my hands on his forearms as we basked in the warmth of each other and the shower. Neither of us was interested in hopping out just yet, but rather rinsing away everything which had previously held us back. Time was lost as I began humming, gently swaying under the water before I felt lips on my neck and Sebastian harden against my lower back. My eyes shot open, instantly aware of every detail of the man behind me. Every curve and muscle of his body, in particular, the one pressing into me. I’d been so focused on the warmth of the water and the feeling of complete serenity I didn’t realise my little shower dance would have other effects, but now, my nipples hardened, my own body igniting. His hands stroked my skin, tracing patterns across my abdomen before lingering on my chest and as if of their own accord, my hips rocked gently back and forth desperate for more. I lifted my hands, pressing them on the tiled wall in front as he roamed my body, dragging his tongue down my neck

“Every night when I have a shower –” he sucked my neck before continuing, “I think of you,” his voice was velvet, my sex throbbing with need. Gliding his hand up my arm, he grabbed my wrist as he continued to fondle my breasts with his other hand.

“I picture you bent over while the water cascades down your gorgeous body,” his hands felt golden, his words adding droplets of fuel lighting a fire in my belly that I never wanted to extinguish.

“I imagine sliding my dick between your folds just like this,” cuffing both wrists, he ground himself between my legs and I moaned at the contact.

“More,” I pleaded, heady with the anticipation of what was to come. This was what I wanted. What I needed. To be fucked. Fast and hard. “Please I need more.”

“Fuck, babe, you have no idea what you do to me,” his thick cock was grinding between my legs, his grip tight on my wrists. “I don’t think I can be gentle tonight,” his anguish was so erotic that I felt myself pulsing with excitement.

“Then don’t,” looking at him over my shoulder, his face the epitome of lustfulness, I gave him the permission he desired. “Show me how good it can be to relinquish control.”

I wanted to experience everything he had to offer, whether that was the tender scrapes of his tongue or whatever he was thinking when he said gentleness wasn’t something he could do. And from the look which swept his face, I knew it was the right thing to say.

He snarled, releasing my wrists before turning me to face him, my back pressed against the tiled wall.

His mouth found mine in a savage display of unadulterated need. He nipped and took before reefing me up, my legs locking around his waist and hands reaching for his shoulders. This was what I wanted – an unrestrained Sebastian – driven entirely by his most primal desires.

I had never felt so alive. Every nerve ending was awakened, from the spikes of the water on my arms wrapped around him, to the feel of my legs wound tight around his waist. Moving his hands to grip my backside, he lowered me slightly down the wall, never breaking the connection of our mouths.

“Babe, I don't have a condom here. We need to get out,” I smirked against his mouth, feeling overwhelmed at how adorable he was when flustered.

“Well lucky for you I’m on the pill. So you’re good,” I replied with a wink and he didn’t waste a second, immediately pinning me to the wall on his thick cock.

My lungs emptied on a sharp exhale as he stretched me wide, pleasure pulsing through me.

“Fuck,” he held me still, allowing me time to adjust before he began thrusting into me, and wedged between the wall and his solid chest, I was surrounded in the best way possible.

“Better than I ever imagined. Your tight pussy is choking my cock so fucking well,” his voice held a direct connection to my inner core because I shuddered at the husky praise. He moved slowly as his hands framed my face, pressing kisses on my lips and along my cheeks. He moved a stray piece of wet hair from my face and the tenderness of the gesture made me pause.

I adored him.

Even in the pangs of sexual desire, he was constantly thinking of me and what I needed. He said he couldn’t be gentle, but he moved inside me slowly, almost lovingly, and I met him equally with each tender movement. He could already read my body as if it were his own and as his pace increased I felt every coil inside me tightening. I was close. The feel of him inside me bare, with no barrier between us was everything.

There was someone on this planet who fit me perfectly and I knew in that moment nothing this good could be fabricated or fleeting. This was exactly what it should be like, every single time and it was with Sebastian that I knew I could feel this forever. I felt the orgasm rolling in as I looked at the man who I was well and truly falling for.

“I’m close, Seb, I’m close.”

I was breathy. The feel of him driving in and out of me hard, his hands gripping my thighs with strength, the mask he was always so careful to keep in place, replaced with total possession almost too much.

“Put your hands above your head, now,” he barked and I did as he asked, his face eye-line with my pebbled nipples. “Such a good fucking girl,” he praised and the admiration went straight through me. Holy fucking shit.

Sebastian, in this moment, with no control other than the intrinsic desire to take, use and possess, was a version only I got to see. He was stripped bare in the most vulnerable of ways and it was with me .

He took my nipple into his mouth and moved his hips faster, increasing the friction I craved with savage thrusts.

“You are going to cover me in your pleasure, . I want to feel you tighten around my cock as you cum,” his hand moved to grip my neck with the slightest amount of pressure and my eyes rolled back in bliss.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, the feel of his tongue on my chest, his filthy mouth and the drive of him deep inside me combining until I exploded, his name slipping from my mouth at the same time that he groaned loudly.

“Mine!” he bellowed, as he thrust into me one last time, our laboured breathing combining with the still running water, his forehead resting on my shoulder.

Slipping out of me, he placed me down until I was standing but maintained his hold on me.

“Are you okay?” He asked so tenderly it made my heart flutter. His attentiveness knew no end, his altruism unmatched when he was with me.

“Yes,” I confirmed with a soft kiss on his swollen lips. “When you said you couldn’t be gentle, I was expecting much worse. That was pretty tame,” I teased and was met with narrowed eyes and a quick bite to my lower lip.

“This unpredictable mouth of yours,” he said with a chaste kiss, “never fails to take me by surprise.”

“You’re welcome,” I grinned, planting a kiss against his chest as it thumped rhythmically with his laugh.

His use of the word mine bounced around my head. The idea of a healthy possession, a control coated in love and kindness so excitingly unfamiliar it elicited a craving within me.

With Sebastian, I yearned for more. Yearned for a level of control where I was his vessel and he was the driver and I wanted him to own my body in the same way he was already beginning to claim my heart and soul.