Page 84 of When We Ignite
“Move back,” he ordered.
I obeyed, keeping my eyes locked on his. His smirk deepened with satisfaction as he leaned forward, gripping the waistband of my sweatpants. He watched my face closely as he slid them off, the heat of his gaze making my breath hitch. His smile widened when I stayed silent.
Dropping the discarded fabric on the floor, Sebastian climbed onto the bed, his eyes roaming over me with an intensity that made my skin flush. His hand grazed my ribs before gliding over my chest, finally coming to rest lightly against my neck. He tilted my chin back, his hand warm and firm, his thumb coaxing my head to the side.
“So compliant,” he murmured.
I almost clenched my jaw, but I forced myself to stay relaxed under his touch.
“I told you I don’t want to tame you, Ethan. Come out and play.”
“Didn’t you want me to give you control?” I countered, trying to keep my voice steady.
Sebastian chuckled, his amusement glinting in his dark eyes. “Hello, darling. Nice of you to join in.”
My jaw tightened in response. “I don’t get it.”
“Don’t force yourself.” His hand left my neck, and he lay down beside me, his gaze tracing the length of my body. His fingers toyed with the edge of my boxers. “Do you usually wear these?”
I nodded, and he leaned closer, his lips brushing a trail along my jaw, then down to my neck. He kissed the hollow of my collarbone and the spot where my neck met my shoulder.
His hand ran down my leg, gripping just below the knee and pulling me toward him. “I suppose they do have their benefits,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.
“What?” I asked, distracted by the way his lips felt against me.
Sebastian’s hand slid up my leg, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of my boxers. His hand covered my bare cheek and grasped. I gasped at the sudden touch, and he chuckled.
“Would you consider wearing something else for me next time?”
“Like what?”
“Briefs,” he replied easily.
I frowned, expecting something more scandalous. “They’re tight.”
“I’m aware,” he said with a sly grin before capturing my lips again. “Let’s get these off, shall we?” he asked, his hands teasing at the waistband of my boxers.
I hesitated, my eyes searching his. He smiled patiently, waiting. I could tell he was testing me, gauging my limits. I was starting to understand his game.
“Aren’t you going to take yours off?” I asked, trying to shift the dynamic.
Sebastian’s smile didn’t falter. “That’s not what you asked me here for,” he said smoothly. Damn it.
“So, are you going to fuck me with your clothes on?” I challenged, still aiming to catch him off guard.
He grinned, shaking his head. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, darling,” he said, his voice a low promise. “But I am going to start warming you up to it. And for that, I need to get you naked. So, are they coming off?”
I bit my tongue and nodded slowly. Sebastian leaned in, his lips hovering just above mine, his breath teasing my skin. His hand returned to my waist, pulling me closer as he whispered, “Good boy.” He kissed me softly before pulling away.
“Hey,” I called, grabbing his wrist before he could retreat.
His dark eyes met mine, curious.
“I’m serious—can you take yours off too? Before you keep going?”
Sebastian’s shoulders sagged slightly, a gentle smile breaking across his face. Without a word, he stepped off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion.
I’d been right—he was as impressive as I’d imagined. Toned and tanned, his skin stretched over lean muscle, his chest rising and falling steadily. My gaze followed his movements as he slipped out of his joggers, leaving him in fitted briefs.
