Overlooked(1)(130)

“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.”