Page 32 of The Second Chance in the Mediterranean
“Me too,” said Edie.
I chewed my lip nervously. No one was going to suspect anything, right? I looked around and no one seemed to be assuming anything about Edie and Xavier.
“Marce?” Seb called.
I swung my gaze back to Seb. “Yeah, me too.”
A flash of relief crossed his face and I ducked down to hide my smile.
“Yeah, all right, let’s go, then.” Seb waved us out, retreating under a chorus of goodbyes.
Fifteen
Back onThemis,the lights were dimmed, and we moved about the deck quietly. I stepped toward the aft stairwell. “Good night, everyone.”
“We’re right behind you,” Xavier said.
“Oh well, I’m going to my cabin.”
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I’ll cut through the guest cabins instead of through the front staircase.” He gave me a perplexed look. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, of course.” My eyes flicked to Seb’s and he covered his mouth with his hand. Was he laughing at me?
I took the stairs, feeling the weight of everyone behind me. At the turn, I called out again. “Good night.”
The door closed behind me and I waited. Where was Seb? Would he go to his room, wait an appropriate amount of time, and then come to my room? Or should I go to him? Roy was still out. Would Roy come home tonight and notice Seb’s empty bed? Or would he be out all night with his hookup?
My room was too small for pacing. I sat on my bed, tapping my thighs and fidgeting. Belatedly, I realized I should probably brush my teeth, wash my face, and clean myself up a little bit.
The toothbrush handle was sticking out of my foamy mouth when my door opened. Turning around, I saw Seb click the lock in place before scanning the room for me. His hair was damp and tousled, water droplets dotting the shoulders of his shirt. Seb’s eyes landed on my bewildered face and he coughed.
“Uh, whoops. I didn’t brush my teeth.”
I shrugged and continued to brush mine. In the mirror, I watched Seb come up to the doorway to the head. He stretched his arms out above him, placing his hands on the top of the doorframe.
“Honestly, I’m a little disappointed to not come in and find you stepping out of the shower naked.”
I squinted at him and he chuckled. His arms dropped and he stepped forward, coming up behind me.
“This little freckle right here.” He touched a lone spot on my shoulder, one that was normally covered by my sleeves. “This little freckle has been torturing me all night.”
He pressed his lips to the spot, letting his tongue dart out and taste my skin. I broke away from him, bending over to spit into the sink, and he laughed. But then he dropped his hands to my hips, and while I was bent over, trailed the back of his hand over my butt.
The hem of my dress tickled my legs as he played with it. I cupped my hand, rinsing my mouth as fast as I could. Just as I put the toothbrush back in its holder, Seb flipped the skirt of my dress up and pulled my hips back toward him. My hands went out, bracing myself on the counter.
Now that I had my voice back, I choked out, “I can’t believe you’re trying to seduce me in my head.”
He ignored me, grabbing two handfuls of ass cheek and giving them a good squeeze before letting them go. I arched my back for him and he groaned softly. Then he planted his palms on my ass and wiggled them around a little bit.
“Did you just jiggle my ass?” I asked, incredulous.
“Your ass is fantastic,” Seb said, keeping his eyes on my butt.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
In the mirror I watched his face. He stared in the kind of way teenaged boys stare in wonder at their first nudie magazine. I opened my mouth to tease him, but instead I gasped when he slipped a finger under my thong and across my slick skin.
“Oh Jesus.” Seb removed his finger and I whimpered. He tugged me upright and spun me around, pinning me against the sink. Seb’s fingers threaded through my hair and his lips crashed down, swallowing my surprise.
