"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.
"Oh, hi Gavin. Did we wake you? I'm so sorry," she apologizes making me frown.
She sounds scared of his reaction and I'm instantly on edge.
Finally turning to face him, I get a glimpse of a dark-haired guy wearing a robe and black specs.
The expression on his face is peeved until he gets a look at me. Then, outright anger settles over his features.
Dick.
"It's fine," he says although his voice suggests anything but. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right. I heard running before the door opened and I was worried."
He's speaking to Olivia, but the whole time his eyes never leave me. I just stare back, my jaw clenched in ire.
Something about this guy rubs me the wrong way. Why had Olivia never mentioned that her boss was a prick?
"Uh, Gavin, this is Sebastian. Sebastian, this is my boss, Gavin."
Olivia makes the awkward introduction but I stay rooted at the spot and silent.
Gavin nods at me wordlessly.
"Sorry again about the noise-"
I interrupt, irritated that she keeps apologizing to this dickhead.
"If it's all right with you, Gavin, Olivia will be back first thing in the morning."
He looks floored by my boldness but nods anyway. Then he turns and heads back into the house.
"Great, let's go, baby," I gently tug Olivia back to the car and open the passenger door.
Instinctively, I lean in to pull the seatbelt over her. I'm not sure why I always feel the need to do this, but I do.
As I fasten the restraint, she points out, "I don't have any of my things or a change of clothes, Sebastian."
Kissing her swiftly on the lips, I tell her, "Trust me, you won't be needing them."
In my hotel room, our limbs are tangled as we grope each other frantically. My hands are working furiously to undress her as my mouth devours her lips before moving down to sample her neck.
When she's completely naked, I back her up against the dresser, which is waist level for her.
The longing clouding her eyes is nearly enough to make me come in my pants. She drives me insane.
"I'm going to fuck you hard against this dresser," I promise darkly, my hands tangled in her thick hair.
Hungrily, I kiss her, pulling her flush against the front of my body.
"Sebastian, I need you," she breathes urgently.
She doesn't have to utter another word before I'm unfastening my belt buckle and pushing my pants down. Olivia pulls my shirt over my head to speed up the process.
Standing bared before her, my need to be inside of her intensifies tenfold.
"Turn around," I demand hoarsely.
Without hesitation, she obeys me and braces her small hands against the edge of the dresser. My own hands reach out to grab her tiny waist, aggressively yanking her back to my engorged cock.
The head grazes her round ass, spreading pre-cum over her velvety skin.
Thrusting her hips backward, she tries to increase the friction.
Dropping one hand from her waist, I finger her slick opening, happy to find that she's primed and ready for me.
"God, I missed you." I pull my fingers free, reaching around to give Olivia a taste of her own arousal.
The intoxicating scent blankets the air around us, increasing my yearning.
Her hot tongue licks up every drop as she grinds into me again, anxious for me to take her.
I don't keep her waiting long. Not that I would ever want to.
Positioning my dick at her glistening entrance, I slip inside with one hard thrust causing a pleasurable moan to leave Olivia's lips.
Her snug walls constrict around my cock, holding me captive. I am her willing prisoner.
The dampness of her arousal surrounds my length, making my eyes roll back.
I've never once worn a condom with her and I don't think I could ever start. I'm addicted to the way her pussy feels when I'm buried deep inside, her tight body yielding to every vicious thrust.
"Yes," she draws out the word. "You feel so good, Sebastian. Please fuck me."
That's all I need to hear.
Greedily, I start moving inside of her, my strokes powerful. My pelvis smacks against the supple flesh of her ass, the noise mingling with the sound of Olivia's lustful moans.
Passion overpowers me as I fuck her hard and fast, torrents of pleasure propelling me forward.
If I'm not careful, I'll be coming in seconds.
Gradually slowing my thrusts, I shudder as desire runs rampant through my body and travels up my sweat slicked spine.
"I'm addicted to you, Olivia."
Insatiable, I will never get enough of her.
Hands groping her round ass cheeks, I drop my gaze and watch as her pussy coats my length in a flood of her sweet juices.
Suddenly she stills and her hands flail behind her madly, trying to bring me closer as she begins shaking uncontrollably.
"You're coming for me, aren't you, baby?" I ask while she slumps forward with a barely audible whimper, succumbing to the mounting pleasure wracking her small frame.
"That's right baby. Come all over my cock. I want it all," I egg her on.