Making His Baby(133)

“You can stay,” I finally say. “But only if you help me put this on.”

Holding up the bottle of tanning lotion, I wiggle my eyebrows and wait for his response.

A devilish grin breaks out over his face and he snatches the bottle from my outstretched hand.

Next, he grasps my ankles and skillfully pulls me to the edge of the chair. Now we’re side by side and the proximity allows to me to enjoy his unique scent while he squirts a generous amount of the lotion in his hands.

I’m not sure what’s gotten into me but when I woke up this morning, I decided that I was going to enjoy every minute of this trip.

Even if it means having a one-night stand with my former classmate.

I’m usually not the impulsive, reckless type but something about Sebastian is addicting and I don’t think I want to ignore it.

After my shower last night, I’d still gone to bed throbbing and dripping for him.

If he didn’t have a work emergency, there’s no doubt in my mind that the night would have ended with him buried deep between my sprawled legs. I’d come so hard with just two fingers knuckle deep in my sopping opening.

I can only imagine what the rest of him feels like. If the erection I’d been grinding on all night was any indication…

The lusty thought is a delicious one and I lick my lips involuntarily.

Sebastian’s eyes follow the action and I notice his eyes darken to match the deep color of the sea.

“What are you thinking about, Olivia?”

I could listen to him say my name a thousand times and never grow bored.

“Last night,” I answer truthfully.

His hands still on my thighs, but only for a moment.

“Is that right?”

Sebastian’s voice is deep and sexy. My panties would be drenched if I were wearing any.

“Yes,” I say breathily.

“What was your favorite part?” he asks, teasing me.

The mischievous smirk on his lips matches the twinkle in his eyes.

I turn my gaze upward and pretend to ponder his question.

“Oh, let me see.” My hand reaches up to tap my chin. “I think it was the goodnight kiss.”

When I meet his eyes, I’m shocked to see that they’re even darker than before.

“Get on your stomach,” he commands roughly.

Lost for a moment, I just stare at him until he holds up the bottle.

“I need to get your back, Liv.”

“R-Right,” I stammer, moving to obey his demand.

On my stomach, I want to moan as he works the lotion into my skin. This is feeling more like a massage than anything else and I’m not complaining one bit.

Sebastian reaches my lower back and pauses over my ass. I imagine he’s taking in the barely there daisy dukes that I threw on this morning.

“Nice shorts,” he teases, confirming my suspicions.

“Thanks,” I groan against the chair. My body feels like jelly and I’m not sure I ever want to move from this spot.

He resumes his actions but stops again when he discovers that I’m wearing nothing under the short denims. He swears savagely as his hot palm falls between my thighs.

“Fucking Christ, you’re not going to make this easy on me are you?”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, playing it coy.

My throbbing pussy wants nothing more than to get reacquainted with his thick fingers, but he has other plans.

Abruptly, he stands and I immediately mourn the absence of his touch.

“Come on, let’s go swimming.”

When I come to my senses and sit up, I see that he’s already left the patio and is pulling his shirt over his head.

Dropping it in his wake, he turns back to me and winks.

“Let’s go, slow poke.”

Fucking tease.





CHAPTER EIGHT





SEBASTIAN DOWNS





Once Olivia puts on her swimsuit, we end up spending most of the day in the water, until the waves grow turbulent under the threat of an impending storm.

The sky darkens to a gray color and the wind picks up considerably.

Familiar with the spontaneous summer storms on the island, I dismiss the house staff early so that they can make it home before the downpour.

No sooner than they leave, the sky cracks open and the rain begins to pound against the roof.

After taking showers in two different wings of the house, Olivia and I meet in the kitchen and throw together a simple dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread.

Olivia tears into it with gusto as if it’s a gourmet meal and I discover that watching her eat is fast becoming one of my new favorite things.

She’s licking sauce from her fingertips at this very moment and my cock twitches enviously.

“That was delicious,” she sighs contentedly, pushing her empty plate away from her.

“Are you sure you don’t want any more? I’m sure we could scrape some from the bottom of the pot,” I tease.