I made sure his uniform was laid out, coffee was waiting; bacon and pancakes delivered with military precision on a hot, fucking plate.
But it wasn’t enough to earn as much as a ‘good morning’; he was making it very easy for me to leave him.
As soon as he was out of the house, I texted Sebastian.
* Meet you at the park—30 minutes? *
He texted back seconds later.
* Not soon enough but I’ll be there *
My heart lightened immediately.
I ran into the bedroom and dug out the knee-length floaty skirt and strappy top that I’d planned to wear. I’d shoved my hair into a ponytail before breakfast, but now I shook it out and brushed it vigorously. I’d noticed that Sebastian liked to run his hands through it when we made love.
I didn’t bother with colored lipstick, just a little gloss, as I wasn’t planning on wearing it for long. Just thinking about kissing Sebastian made my heart race … and other things. Yes, I definitely felt a little moist—best to concentrate on finding sandals that matched.
He was waiting for me. I’d barely stopped the car before he was opening the door and climbing in, a huge smile on his face.
“Hi!”
His eyes glowed with love and something darker. He took my breath away.
“Hi!” I grinned back at him. “So, where do you want to go?”
I pulled out into the road, happiness flooding through me.
“I don’t care. Anywhere, as long as it’s with you.”
“Shall we go to our coffee shop in Little Italy?”
He raised his eyebrows. “That’s a bit public for what I had in mind.”
“Which is?” I said, innocently.
He smiled wickedly and without speaking leaned across to bury his head in my lap, biting me softly through the thin material of my skirt and running his hands along my bare legs and up to my panties.
“Sebastian! I’ll crash!” I whimpered.
He let his fingers stray a little further and I gasped. Then he sat up slowly, leaving my skirt bunched up around the tops of my thighs.
My breathing had accelerated and my hands were clenched into fists on the steering wheel.
“That was really stupid and reckless!” I said, my voice shaking. “I could have had an accident.”
“You were fine,” he said, arrogantly.
I shook my head, really rather angry with him.
He just grinned.
Two could play at that game.
I stopped the car, letting it rest at a crazy angle, half-on and half-off the curb. I got out, standing with my hands on my hips.
“Caro?”
He looked at me anxiously then came and stood next to me, worried that he’d really upset me.
I passed him the keys.
“You drive.”
“Okay,” he said softly, still concerned.
Without speaking, we got back into the car and he pulled away from the curb. I let him drive a short distance before I reached over and squeezed his balls, hard.
The car swerved across the lane and the truck behind honked loudly.
“Fuck!”
“Not so easy to concentrate, is it?” I said.
I’d just contributed an important lesson to his portfolio of life skills, and safety while driving. They should cover it in Drivers’ Ed.
Sebastian glanced at me then, as we passed a weed-covered, overgrown and empty lot, he pulled over suddenly.
He cut the engine and the sudden silence whispered out between us.
I felt a tremor of apprehension—I had no idea what he was going to do.
“I have a whole box of condoms.”
His voice was quiet but his eyes were blazing. I think my mouth dropped open. Another whole box? Wow!
Two long seconds ticked by as we stared at each other. I don’t know who moved first, but suddenly we were tearing at each other’s clothes.
“Back seat!” I gasped.
I clambered over the seats and felt him bite my ass. Then he forced me down onto the seat, tugging his t-shirt over his head. I ran my hands greedily over his chest and stomach, then pushed my right hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out the condom packet. It was still wrapped in cellophane so I used my teeth to rip it open. It exploded apart and condoms showered down around us.
Sebastian caught one and kneeled up, tearing the foil. I yanked down his zipper.
“Ow! Careful, Caro!”
“Sorry,” I breathed. “Let me kiss it better.”
There wasn’t much room to maneuver in the backseat but I managed to take him briefly in my mouth before he pulled back and shook his head.
“Caro, I’ll come in about three seconds if you do that—and I want to be inside you.”
“Okay, but let me do the condom; you have all the fun.”
He stared at me as if he couldn’t believe what I’d said, but passed me the little piece of latex. I pinched the nipple like I’d seen him do and then carefully rolled it all the way down to the hilt. It didn’t seem to want to stay in place so I tried tugging it.