Page 39 of Egotistical Jerk
His answering grin was all sorts of sinful. Our eyes stayed locked on each other when he slipped off the bed and stood at the edge. I sat up straighter when his fingers moved to the button of his jeans. And when it snapped open with a soft pop, I broke eye contact so I could watch him slowly drag the zipper down.
"If you keep looking at me like that, I won't be responsible for my actions." He said in a gruff voice as he stepped out of his pants and briefs and kicked them to the side.
I set off on a slow perusal of every manly inch of his naked body, my nibble turning into a full-on bite. Because damn this man was beautiful. And I told him exactly that when my gaze met his again.
He stared at me for a long, intense second. Whatever he was thinking known only to him, the look in his eyes undecipherable. I was about to ask if something was wrong when he moved, crawling toward me with determination.
Once he was in front of me, he reached out and curled his long fingers around the waistband of my underwear before plucking them down. A second later, he was between my parted legs, pushing me down onto my back.
I went happily. I couldn't wait to feel the weight of him on top of me, feel us moving together. I didn't just want it, I needed it. But unfortunately, Sebastian wasn't as impatient as I was.
His dark head dipped and just when I thought his mouth was about to touch mine, he pulled away and pressed a kiss to my jaw. The feel of his palm steadily smoothing up along my bare thigh had electricity zipping through my veins and my skin tingling with anticipation. Again, he brought his lips just within reaching distance before he stole them away and touched them to my neck.
"Sebastian," I whined.
He kissed a hot path down my neck, along my collarbone before resting his chin in the center of my chest.
"Yes?" A touch of mirth shown through the heat burning in his eyes. I didn't even know how it was possible, but he managed to look both boyish and sinfully sexy at once.
"Don't make me beg."
One eyebrow climbed toward his hairline. "But you do it so prettily."
"Seba—"
He surged up and crashed his mouth to mine, stealing the words right off my tongue. Kissing me hard, he shoved one hand into my hair while the other shot to my hip. We were so close; our bodies perfectly aligned, skin touching skin.
His mouth moved over mine in a needy and punishing way and I kissed him right back, taking everything he was giving and returning it with the same urgency. Our tongues coiled, lapped, and tasted while the tension slowly building inside my body demanded to be released.
Fueled by nothing but need, I speared my fingers into Sebastian's hair and rolled my hips against his. A sound so virile, so male, rumbled through his chest and settled somewhere between my thighs.
I pushed my hips up again and this time his pushed down at the same time, the movement drawing a small moan from the back of my throat. I was about to do it once more when Sebastian drew back abruptly.
"Shit! Gimme a sec."
"Wha… where—"
Before I could finish, he reached over me and yanked open the bedside drawer. While he rummaged through it, I realized what we had almost done. Never in my life had I been so consumed that I forgot something as important as protection.
Luckily before I could analyze what it meant, Sebastian was back. His hand touched the back of my knee before skimming up my thigh. Then he rolled his hips and any coherent thought I might've had melted away.
I was lost to anything and everything except the man on top of me. The way his lips captured mine. The way his hands caressed my skin. The deep sounds that vibrated through his chest. The torturously slow movements of his hips.
It was just him and me and it was wonderful.
Even more so when my back arched with the intensity of the pleasure-filled explosion that ripped through my body. Desperately trying to catch my breath, Sebastian doubled his efforts before dropping his forehead to my shoulder, his breathless sigh blowing over my clammy skin.
He slowly shifted. Pushing onto his elbow, he positioned himself next to me, and brushed his fingers over my cheek before he tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear. The way he was looking at me made me feel… I didn't know how to describe it. I only knew I didn't want to stop feeling this way.
He bent down and pressed the softest kiss to the corner of my mouth before slipping off the bed with a promise to be right back. And a few seconds later, he was. Holding out his hand, he helped me into a seated position, and then he did something that no man had ever done.
With a warm washcloth in his hand, he cleaned me up. He was so focused, his touch so tender. It might've sounded like the stupidest thing, but that right there felt even more intimate than what we'd done moments ago.
My heart made a funny little dip right before it lodged itself inside my throat. I had to swallow, not once, not twice, but three times before I could speak.
"Thank you."
Meeting my gaze, Sebastian smiled. It wasn't one of those cocky or sexy grins of his either. It was one of contentment and happiness.
