Page 47 of Egotistical Jerk
"Shit! Are you okay?"
I let out a giggle. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"No," Sebastian shook his dark head. "You're so much more than fine; you're beautiful."
"You're cheesy."
"You think that's cheesy?" His fingertips brushed over my cheekbone, those chocolate eyes following the movement. "I'll show you cheesy." He pushed onto his forearms, his features turning serious. "Are you French because Eiffel for you?"
A sound that wasn't even remotely ladylike bubbled over my lips while his face remained unmoving.
Eyes trained on me, he went on, "On a scale from one to ten, you're a nine... and I'm the one you need."
More strangled snort noises came from my throat. "Oh gosh."
Those sinful lips of his curved into a lopsided grin. "Is that a mirror in your pocket? Cause I can see myself in your pants."
I was laughing so much; tears streamed down the sides of my face. "No," I cried. "That's so bad."
His face inched closer, eyes boring into mine. "What has 36 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk?" I could only shake my head. He looked dead serious when he answered, "My zipper."
"Oh my goodness." I was pretty sure I was about three seconds away from peeing my pants. "I can't even—" my entire body shook. "Just stop," I managed to croak out.
"Make me." Repeating his words from the first day in the cafeteria, he flashed his teeth in a wide grin. I could still remember everything about that day as if it'd happened yesterday and not weeks ago. Could still feel the butterflies flap around in my stomach and the wild thundering inside my chest.
I had to wonder if my heart already knew what this man would come to mean to me and had simply been waiting for my brain to catch up.
Any thoughts I might have had beyond that were tossed aside when Sebastian's mouth crashed to mine. Unlike the previous one, there was nothing lazy or unhurried about this kiss. It was rough and filled with deliciously sinful promises.
In a matter of seconds, we turned into a blur of flying clothes and tangled limbs. My back arched off the floor when he laced our fingers together and stretched my arms above my head. Then with one sharp snap of his hips, he knocked the breath right out of my lungs.
"This, right here," he gritted through clenched teeth. "Iseverything."
I wanted to tell him that yes, this was everything and more when he started to move against me. Slowly. Deliberately. Effectively robbing me of the ability to form a coherent sentence. Nothing but whines and moans where words were supposed to be.
His mouth dropped to my ear, hot breath blowing over my skin.
"Moan for me, Mia."
And I did, boy, did I ever. His hips rocked faster, harder. Pushing and pushing me until the pleasure ripping through my body became too much.
There was hardly any time to catch my breath when Sebastian's movements became even more urgent. The pleasure-filled grunts rumbling from his chest had tiny bumps dotting my skin. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, hold him to me, but his grip on my hands was unyielding.
And then, without warning, my name fell from his lips in a harsh hiss before he dropped his forehead to my shoulder and finally released me.
My fingers immediately pushed into his damp hair earning me a deep "Mhm" against my skin.
Unmoving and without the burden of words, we laid there for I didn't even know how long. Perfectly content in each other's arms. The ease with which we'd shifted into this new dimension of our relationship should have scared me. It should have freaked me the hell out. But there was no place for fear in my heart, not when it was filled with so much happiness.
***
"I can't believe you!"
I accepted my coffee from Bebe and after giving her a quick thanks, I gingerly turned around to face the angry voice. Chewing on my cheek, I tried to hide my smile at the sight of Ginny glaring at me; arms perched on her hips, foot tapping against the floor.
"Hi." I gave her a brisk wave with my free hand. Obviously, not the right thing to do since the color staining her cheeks rivaled that of a tomato.
"Uh, are you okay, Gin?"
