a reason, one that involves potential sexy times, and I’m not sure how I feel talking to a practical stranger about that kind of thing. I’m an open book with my girls, but I’ve only just met Storm.
Then she waggles her eyebrows at me. “If he were to not make it home tonight, he wouldn’t be missed...”
My lips tic as I try to resist smiling. “Okaay.”
She sighs and tips her head back. “Ugh, I’m no good at this subtlety thing, so I’m just going to lay it out for you.” She levels me with a serious stare and says, “Bash hasn’t been laid in over six months. If you were inclined to change that, this week would be a good time to make that happen.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Wow, yeah, you suck at subtlety. I knew what you were getting at before you spelled it out. For the record, we’ve already fooled around a bit, and I definitely plan on doing it—and more—again. Does that satisfy you?”
Storm beams at me. “Yes,” she chirps.
“What’d I miss?” Sebastian says, approaching us with a skeptical look on his handsome face.
“Your sister’s pimping you out,” I tell him.
He blanches. “W-what?”
I grin, then press up on my toes to kiss his cheek. I wrap myself around his bicep. “Don’t worry. She was just letting me know that the grandparents will be on babysitting duty this week,” I tell him with a wink.
“Jesus, Storm,” he says on an exasperated sigh. “I don’t need a wing-woman.”
She shrugs. “I was just trying to help.”
Sebastian adjusts his glasses then hands me a glass of wine before curling his arm over my shoulders. “I’ve got this,” he tells her. Then, dropping his gaze to me at his side, he asks, “Right?”
I nod as butterflies swarm in my stomach. “Yep, yep.”
The luncheon went far longer than I expected. It’s almost five, and we’re just heading back to my apartment now. I rest my head on the headrest and watch Sebastian as he maneuvers his Range Rover through the thick city traffic.
Damn he’s hot—in that incredibly sexy nerd kind of way. His glasses really do it for me, as does his A-type personality.
“What?” he asks, pulling into the same parking garage he’s previously used.
I unfasten my seatbelt and shrug. “I was just thinking how sexy you are with that look of concentration on your face.”
He arches a brow. “Oh, really?”
“Yep,” I affirm then slide out of the car. I wait for him to join me on the sidewalk, then we stroll the block and a half to my building, hand in hand. It feels good having his warm palm pressed to mine.
We don’t speak until we’re locked in the elevator—alone. The tension between us thickens the air, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip. Sebastian spins in front of me and pins me to the wall with his hips. His hands take mine, and he holds them above my head.
My breath catches in my throat. My body bows, trying to get closer to him. His heat seeps into me, and I push up on my tiptoes, needing his mouth on mine.
“I’ve wanted to do this all damn day,” he groans then drops his head the final inch and takes my mouth in a desperate kiss. We’re all tongues and teeth and need and want.
He grinds against me, and the feel of his massive erection pressing into me has me yanking my hands from his grip to grab onto his shoulders. I jump a little, just enough that I can wrap my legs around his hips, and he growls as I rub myself against his hard length.
The elevator pings, then the doors slide open. Sebastian keeps me in his arms and walks us down the short hall to my apartment. I snatch my key from my purse and unlock the door, then he carries me inside, kicking it closed with his foot.
My hands go to his hair, and I tug on the silky strands, drawing his head back so I can kiss him again. He spins us, pressing my back to the door, then rolls his hips into me. I moan into his mouth, and then the sound of shattering glass has us turning our heads to the sound.
Kins stands in the kitchen, her mouth agape and a hand covering her eyes. “Is it safe to look?” she asks.
I can’t help it; I laugh. “It’s safe, Kins,” I say as Sebastian lowers me to my feet.
She scissors her fingers