Callie.
I wave at the waiter. “Please box up our meals to go,” I say.
And Callie doesn’t utter a word of protest.
Chapter Thirteen
Callie
The rain is blowing sideways, in sheets. As we run for the hotel awning, the wind snatches up Sebastian’s umbrella and hurls it away.
A wind gust nearly sweeps me off my feet, but he catches me and holds me up. Another gust makes him stagger, and I clutch his arm.
“I’ll never let go, Jack!” I yell, the wet strands of my wig sticking to my face.
“History proves otherwise! And two people can fit on a door, Rose!” he yells back. And we collapse in laughter as we stagger into the hotel.
We’re still laughing and clinging to each other as we ride the elevator to our room, drenched as two sewer rats. The other passengers in the hotel edge over to the other side of the elevator.
Our shoes are soaked and we squelch all the way down the hallway. As soon as we’re in our room, we step out of our shoes. I pull off my sodden wig and set it on top of a dresser.
Sebastian grabs towels from the bathroom and hands them to me, and I start drying my face. I shiver in the air conditioning, and Sebastian hurries to turn it off. Then he comes back to me.
“I know this is cliché, but let’s get you out of these wet things before you catch pneumonia.”
He peels off my shawl, drapes it over a desk, and then helps me step out my wet dress. I shed my bra and underwear, leaving them in a wet pile on the floor, which I’ve never in my life done before. But my mind is on other things right now.
And suddenly I’m not cold anymore. Heat flows through my body as he rubs my arms with his strong, broad hands. He very studiously avoids staring at my nudity.
“Let me find you a robe.” He fetches me a warm terrycloth robe from the closet and hands it to me before he strips off his own wet clothes.
My brain is battling with my libido.
He’s a gentleman.
No, he’s a liar.
Sebastian stands there, wearing nothing but his boxers, his wet hair plastered to his scalp and a grin on his beautiful face.
My brain’s going down for the count.
He reaches over and strokes a wet tendril of hair from my face. “Fancy meeting a girl like you in a place like this. Oops, that was another cliché.”
“Did I ever tell you how much I love clichés?”
He sweeps me up into his arms in one breathtakingly swift movement and carries me over to the bed, setting me down gently. “Did I ever tell you how much I love your body?
“No, in fact, you have not. Why is that?”
“Because I’ve been an idiot. And I’m going to make up for lost time.” He bends over me and kisses my breast. “I love your breasts.”
The sensation of Sebastian’s kiss is just enough to make me lose my mind, but there’s something I need to do first: make him lose his.
“Wait.”
He freezes in place with a groan of frustration, and I throw him a mischievous smile. Slowly, I reach for his boxers and tug them down, letting his erection spring free.
Glorious. That’s the only word for it. My tongue sweeps across my lip before I look at his face again. His eyes are filled with heat, bolstering my courage, and I lean forward and take Sebastian in my hands. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, I kiss the tip and run my tongue down his length.
He sucks in a ragged breath and fists my hair in his hand. I can’t tell if he’s trying to control me or tug me off.
“You don’t have to—” Sebastian’s words end on a garbled moan as I take him as far into my mouth as I can.
For once, I have literally sucked all the speech from him. Me. I’m doing that.
I caress him with my tongue as I bob my head up and down, and just listen to the noises he makes. Grunts and unintelligible words accompany my admittedly amateurish endeavor. I just do what he seems to like, and when I raise my head and just suck the tip of him, swirling my tongue around the head, he yanks my hair and pulls me off him.
“Callie. I’m so close. I’m going to come.”
“I want that,” I insist before tugging him back towards my mouth.
“God. This is not how I planned things. I wanted to