Page 92 of The Flirty Forward

“Is that decision me?” He’s grinning, but there’s a vulnerability to him that I don’t like. I don’t want to be the one that puts it there. I place my plate on the table and step between his outstretched legs.

“I’ve made my decision, Sebastian.” I let myself run my hand over his strong jaw; his eyes close, and he breathes heavily.

“Are you sure?” he asks in a voice that sounds pained.

“I’m sure.” I sit on his leg, and his eyes search mine.

“You sure that’s not the head injury talking?” he whispers in a husky voice.

“No, this is all me.” I run my hand over his jaw and then around to the back of his head and through his hair. He groans low in his chest.

“When can we get married?” he grunts out.

I laugh before leaning forward to place a kiss on the side of his mouth. “Definitely not yet.”

“Why not?” he nearly growls again.

“Because Brielle and Aiden are first.” I kiss him on the other corner of his mouth. His hands find my hips and pulls me closer.

“You’re such a tease,” he says in a raspy voice.

“Yeah?” I ask, kissing him on the underside of his jaw. “Is that so?” I kiss down his neck. He groans a low, tortuous groan that makes me smile against his neck. His hands tighten on my hips.

“Are you going to kiss me for real?”

“I thought this was for real,” I tease him, still kissing his neck. I kiss back near his ear, and his entire body shudders. Then he snaps. He stands, easily bringing me with him. He lifts me against him and plunders my mouth. The teasing I did to him is nothing like what he does to me. He moves us until my back is against the wall, and then he continues to pillage my mouth. I’m lost in everything that is Sebastian Hart. Heat floods me, and my brain fires synapses at me until the sensations almost become too much. My hands rove over his muscular chest, and his hands run over my back.

He pulls back first, and we’re both gasping for air. I'm pleased to see that he’s at least affected as much as I am. “I knew that kissing you would be as exhilarating as the sport I play for a living.”

“Sebastian Hart, did you just compare kissing me to hitting a puck?”

He grins. “Kissing you is way better. It’s like when I hit that puck into the net.”

“That’s only slightly better, you know.”

He kisses me again, tenderly this time. “I know, Baby. That’s the only thing I have to compare it to.” His face turns serious. “I want to go with you today.”

“Don’t you have practice?”

“I do, but it’s not until tonight. Do you think we could go and get back by seven?”

“We could, but you don’t have to,” I tell him.

He kisses me once more and then lowers me to the floor. “I want to.”

“Okay. Well, I’d love your company on the drive. It’s going to be a long time in the car today.” I back away from him. “I’ll grab my stuff and then we can get going. Thanks for breakfast. It was amazing, and thank you for taking care of me.”

His eyes soften. “Of course, Baby. You did the same for me.”

I smile as I walk toward my bedroom. “Can we stop for coffee on the way?” I ask, turning back.

He gives me a knowing smile. “I was already planning on it. I’m going to get a shower; I’ll be ready in a few.” He leaves, and I do my best to clearthatthought from my mind. I do not need to picture Sebastian in the shower.Too late.I shake off those thoughts and head to my room. There’s a brightness to my spirit as I tidy up my room and make the bed. When I think about the conversation I need to have with my parents, it dims slightly; but I don’t focus on it for long. I choose to focus instead on Sebastian and our growing relationship.

I hear him out in the living room, so I make my way out. He doesn’t see me when I get to the living room, and I stay quiet and watch him. He’s pacing the floor and talking into his phone. “Yeah. I get that. No...no.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Fine me then.” He sighs again. “Okay, yeah. Bye.”

“Seems like that went well,” I say, letting him know of my presence.

He spins around. “Ready to go?”

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