“That’scrazy,” Tabby said, disbelief in her tone. “Well, I guess this is a night offirsts for both of us, huh?”
Itipped my head to rest my cheek against her hair and chuckled. “Yeah, I guessit is.”
Shesettled against my shoulder, sighing contentedly, and I closed my eyes. The bedwas an incubator, percolating with our combined warmth, and the gentle push andpull of her breathing lulled me closer to the brink of sleep. Until Iremembered something important, something I should’ve asked before I startedthinking with my dick.
“Hey,”I nudged her cheek gently with my knuckles, “how did your meeting go today?”
“Oh,it went really well,” she replied, tightening her hold around my waist.“Roman’s really nice.”
Somethingelse came to join the new and unusual sensations already corroding my veins. “Roman,huh? NotMr. Dolecki?”
“He,”she yawned, “prefers first names.”
I’msure he does. “You’re gonna sell his house?”
Tabbynodded against me. “Yeah. I have to come back in a week or so to take a lookaround the place, prep it for the sale … you know, that kind of stuff.”
“Thatmeans you’ll be back,” I stated, choosing to focus more on that than the suddenfirst-name basis.
“Yep,”and with that, she tipped her head back, disturbing me from my resting spot to kissmy jaw. “Goodnight, Sebastian.”
Ireturned the kiss to the top of her head. “Goodnight, Thumbelina.”
21
tabby
Iwoke upwith a wistful sigh against apillow that wasn’t mine. Hell, so much wasn’t mine, I quickly realized. An arm,draped over my waist and heavy with sleep. A bristled chin, tucked into the spacewhere neck meets shoulder. A splash of yellow blurring into red. A chest,blanketed in curls and heaving with every breath, pressed to my back.
Sebastian.
Fora man who had never slept in the same bed with a woman before, he certainlyseemed to know what he was doing. Wrapped around my body like a koala, therewas no chance of me leaving the bed without waking him up, but did I reallywant to leave? Yes. Well, not really, but yes. I needed to pee, and I needed tomake sure Greyson didn’t find out about this. But otherwise … no. I didn’t wantto leave. He felt, smelled, and looked good. Strong arms, strong legs, and tonedeverything else. I wanted to stay and stroke the hairs on his arms until he wokegently, butGod, I needed to pee.
“Hey.”I lifted my hand and nudged against his chin. No response. “Sebastian?” Anothernudge and his lips twitched.
Hegrunted awake, with his temple still kissing mine. “I hate being woken up,” hemumbled, his voice fuzzy with lingering sleep.
“Yeah,but I have to pee.”
“So,go pee,” he grumbled irritably, rolling the other way to release me from hishold.
I’mnot sure what I expected from a morning after. We both knew this was ano-strings type of deal. A means for release—of stress, grief, whatever—but Iguess I wasn’t expecting his tone to be so brash and rude. Like hewantedme to go. I felt rejected as I sat up, looking over my bare shoulder to watchhim settle on his back, with his arms outstretched. I stood up then gasped whenhis hand hit my ass, and I turned around to find his lips stretched into asmirk.
“Youbetter be coming back when you’re done.” There was a more coherent sound to hisvoice, now lifted with happiness, and I smiled.
“I’llbe right back.”
Nakedand not caring, I walked to the bathroom adjacent to his room. He hadn’t beenlying about the jacuzzi tub. It was big—room for two—and there were two sinks inthe vanity. This house was obviously meant for a couple. A strange purchase fora guy hell-bent on remaining single forever.
Itdawned on me, perhaps that wasn’t always his intention. Or maybe his mother hadinsisted he buy a house that could one day accommodate a family, or at the veryleast a wife—just in case. Still, I believed him when he said he’d neverhad a woman in this house, and it wasn’t lost on me that the only reason heallowed me here was because of Greyson.
Iwent back to his bed, happy to find him awake and waiting for me. He stretchedhis arms out, already luring me back with wiggling fingers, and I collapsedinto him. Funny, when just a few days ago, all I wanted was to run away.
“Ithink you’re a witch,” Sebastian said, his voice clear and deep.
Igiggled. “A witch, huh?”
“Yes.”He nodded, stroking his fingers over my back and shoulders.
