“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.
Her face is radiant when she laughs and I immediately fall in love with the sound.
“Don’t make fun, I skipped breakfast and I really worked up an appetite with all that swimming!”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” I get up to clear the dishes and bend down to steal a kiss.
I have the desire to be in constant contact with her and it’s unsettling considering it’s been less than forty-eight hours since our reunion .
Olivia eagerly reciprocates my kiss, angling her head so that I have full access to her luscious mouth.
Haphazardly, I place the plates back on the table and use my newly liberated hands to pull her up from her chair.
“Sebastian,” she sighs against my lips.
“Olivia,” I volley back without hesitation.
“Please don’t leave me like you did last night. I don’t think I could take it,” she whimpers between kisses.
Holy shit, Olivia King is begging me.
The realization causes my head to swell. My cock follows suit, throbbing and pushing against the crotch of my shorts.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, easily lifting her off the ground.
***
In the bedroom, I lay her on the massive bed and stare down at her as my chest heaves erratically.
“I want to fuck you into next week.” My words come out as a growl as I run my palm up and down her smooth leg.
“Yes, please.” Olivia nods fitfully, letting me know that she means every word.
I’m not sure I can get any harder.