Page 85 of When We Ignite
“Better?” he asked, climbing back onto the bed.
I nodded, and he leaned in, tilting my chin up to kiss me again.
“Lie down on your stomach,” he whispered.
My breath caught.
His thumb brushed over my cheek. “This is where you start trusting me, darling. I won’t cross any line you don’t want me to. Just say the word, and I’ll stop,” he murmured, his lips pressing softly to mine.
I nodded again and shifted, lying on my front. My eyes closed as I took a deep breath.
Sebastian draped himself over me, his warmth enveloping me. I jumped slightly when he leaned down to kiss my neck.
“Relax,” he whispered.
He stretched out beside me, his body close but not quite leaning against mine. His hand began a slow exploration, gliding over my arm, then my shoulder, then tracing the curve of my back. His lips followed, leaving a trail of soft kisses along my neck and over my shoulders. He was coaxing me to relax again, and I let out a long sigh, willing the tension in my body to drain away.
Sebastian’s fingers found their way into my hair, and he let out a frustrated sound that made me chuckle.
“Get over it,” I teased.
“Please don’t do anything like that again without telling me,” he murmured against my neck.
“I’m not planning on getting a second haircut this week,” I replied lightly.
“Anything to your body,” he clarified, his tone firmer.
I grinned. “Now that I think about it, I was supposed to get a tattoo next week—a giant snake on my arm. What do you think about that?”
Sebastian didn’t laugh. Instead, he made me turn to face him, his expression serious. He shifted, positioning himself between my legs and pressing his body against mine. Grabbing my wrist, he pinned it to the bed beside my head.
“This is my deal-breaker, Ethan. Don’t do anything like that without telling me,” he repeated.
A mix of emotions surged through me—shame, arousal, and a flicker of defiance. Still, I nodded, and his grip on my wrist eased slightly.
“Is this you taking care of me?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended.
He nodded.
“It feels a lot like you are ordering me around,” I added, and his grip tightened again, sending my heartbeat into a frenzy.
“This is not ordering you around,” he growled.
I scowled at him, and Sebastian reached for my other wrist, pinning it to the bed as he knelt between my legs. His hands anchored me firmly, his strength undeniable, and his hips pressed closer, his weight bearing down just enough to feel overwhelming.
I felt trapped as he looked down at me, expecting me to yield.
Sebastian looked incredible—his broad, muscular shoulders flexed as he held me down, his hair falling messily over his forehead, his intense gaze burning through me.
I wished my reaction were anger, but my body betrayed me, heat pooling low as desire took over. I was so fucking hard.
“I won’t do it again,” I blurted, hoping the words would end this before he noticed the effect he had on me.
He released the pressure on my wrists but didn’t let go, his dark eyes flicking down briefly before returning to my face.
“Is this too much for you?” His voice softened, pulling me back to the moment.
I shook my head, and he leaned down to kiss me, slow and deep.
