When I blush a deep shade of red, her excitement only heightens.
“I can’t wait to meet him! I haven’t seen you this bright eyed and blushing since whatshisname…” she adds flippantly referring to my ex, Jordan.
“Let’s not get ahead ourselves. We were only together for a week on the island. Now that we’re back in the real world, I don’t think he’s going to have as much time for me as he thinks. It was unrealistic to think so in the first place. But whatever we had, it was nice while it lasted.”
I know I’m speaking in the past tense, but I can’t help it. I feel like it’s only a matter of time before Sebastian loses interest. Not intentionally, of course. But work will stay hectic and the phone calls will taper off. Or maybe a woman in California will prove to be a more convenient option for him.
The thought makes me sick with jealousy but I have to be realistic.
“Oh, please. He’ll be back if he knows what’s good for him. I saw the way he was looking at you in those pictures,” she says referencing the few photos paparazzi snapped while we were out exploring the island.
She’d unearthed a ton of pictures from the web and sent them to me via text.
The photos were pretty damn dreamy, I must admit. Sebastian looked at me like I was some precious treasure he never wanted to let out of his sight. I’d gasped the first time I saw them.
And I was confronted with the fact that I was teetering very close to falling in love with him. Because my smile in those pictures couldn’t be ignored either. Instead of looking like a woman enjoying a hot island fling, I had looked blissfully head over heels. My heart was in my eyes when I looked at him.
“He’ll be back. Mark my words. A man always makes time for what’s important in his life. And from the looks of those photos, you have nothing to worry about.”
Finally deciding on what to eat, I place my menu at the center of the table and mull over her words.
***
In bed that night, I’m reading a romance novel on my tablet when a message alert sounds on my phone.
Are you awake?
Sebastian.
I sit up abruptly and the tablet hits the pillow, forgotten in a second.
Yes, what’s up?
His response is almost instant.
I need to be inside of you.
Cheeks flushed, a dull throb starts ticking at my center. I try to think of an appropriate response to what he’s just told me but I’m speechless.
Then another text comes through.
Come outside, Olivia.
Eyes wide, I stare at the message in a daze before I burst into action.
Stuffing my feet into a pair of old flip flops, I don’t even throw on a robe before I’m dashing out of the house frantically.
The screen door rattles noisily in my wake as I clamber down the front steps.
There, leaning against a Jeep in the front yard, is Sebastian.
I break out at a full-on run before I can stop myself. He catches me and lifts me easily into his arms.
“Hi,” he whispers touching his forehead to mine.
Sebastian’s breath grazes my cheek when he speaks and I take in the sexy dark stubble covering his jaw.
I can’t believe he’s here.
“Oh, my God. Sebastian, what are you doing here?” I ask breathlessly.
“I missed you,” he answers simply. As if it’s the most common thing in the world to pop up unannounced when we live almost two-thousand miles apart.
“This is insane.” My breath is still coming in short pants as I study his face, touching him all over to make sure he’s really here.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I voice aloud this time.
“Nothing could keep me away. I need you, Olivia.”
An emotion I can’t name floods me when he says this.
I just stare at him in awe before he speaks again.
“Now, tell me you missed me too,” he demands before crushing my lips with his own.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SEBASTIAN DOWNS
Our kiss is hard and deep as our tongues hungrily fight for dominance over the other.
Even if she doesn’t say it with words, her greedy kiss is evidence enough that she missed me.
My cock swells, acknowledging her presence.
Two long weeks have passed since our last contact and my body has been none too pleased with the situation.
I turn with her in my arms, and press her up against the passenger door of the Jeep I’d rented.
Moaning, her hands are touching me everywhere as if she can’t decide on one resting place.
It drives me wild and I try to kiss her even deeper.
Nipping at her lips, my hands rub up and down at her thighs which are exposed by the skimpy pajama shorts she’s wearing.
Only when the screen door slams and a throat clears do we stop.
Startled, Olivia squirms until I let her down and then she walks around me to greet our intruder.