Page 72 of Brighter Shades of Light
I wrapped him in my arms and hooked my ankles around his legs, meeting his thrusts with a slight rising of my hips.
“Let go, Cody,” he said, his voice laced with desire.
When I came, I bit his shoulder and groaned so hard I’d probably go hoarse. He pounded into me harder, faster, and my orgasm went on and on. Pretty sure my eyes rolled into the back of my head. His thrusts lost rhythm as he started coming, too.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” I encouraged, squeezing his ass and tugging him harder. I loved the feel of his orgasm, how his dick twitched and pulsed inside me.
We showered together afterward. As we stood under the water, I grabbed the bath sponge, squeezed shower gel on it, and began washing his back. Showering with him, both of us naked and right up against each other, was as intimate as the sex but in a different way.
“I’m crazy about you, you know,” Sebastian said, turning to face me.
Without his glasses, I saw hints of gold in his green eyes. The water made his wavy hair stick to the sides of his face, and I lifted a hand to move it aside.
“Feeling’s mutual.” I ran a thumb along his prickly jaw. He kept a smooth face, but he hadn’t shaved yet this morning. The slight stubble was so fucking sexy. “I know we haven’t really talked about what we are. What we’re doing. But this isn’t just some casual thing for me, Sebastian. I…”
The words were right there on the tip of my tongue, but saying them was proving harder than I thought.
“I know,” he said, touching my bottom lip. His expression showed he knew exactly what I failed to say. “I know.”
He pressed his mouth to mine and gripped my waist, pulling our bodies closer.
We hadn’t said those three little words yet, but we didn’t have to. They were only words, after all, uttered from thousands of people’s lips every day. SayingI love youwasn’t as important as showing it.
After the shower, I cooked us breakfast while Sebastian started the coffee. We moved around each other easily in the kitchen, as if it had become a routine. In a way, I guess it had. He grabbed the cutting board from the top of the microwave and sliced up fruit to go with the cheese omelet. He said it made the meal seem healthier.
“Did your mom know about you and Leon?” I asked, as we sat at the table to eat.
Leon had been brought up in conversation a few times, and I was curious about him. Maybe a little jealous, too, if I were being honest. Although I hadnoreason to be. The poor guy was dead. Sebastian didn’t seem like the type to get close to people, though, so my interest was piqued about the man who’d swept my beautiful chemist off his feet.
Sebastian stilled. “Yes, she knew.” He cut off a piece of his omelet and chewed slowly. “After Leon died, she told me I needed to find a woman to settle down with. She wanted to see her only son get married before she died.”
“Is she still alive?”
“No. She died from a stroke two years ago.”
“Damn. I know you said you weren’t that close with her growing up, but I’m sorry for your loss. It’s good you didn’t get married just to please her, though.”
Sebastian’s eyes flashed to mine, and something in his expression made me pause in my chewing. Before I could ask what was wrong, a car door slammed from outside.
“Were you expecting someone?” I asked, jumping up from the table. Fuck, if it was a colleague of his or someone else from the university, they couldn’t see me here. I was just in a pair of boxers, so if they walked in, it would be kind of obvious it wasn’t a study session.
“No.” Sebastian stood, his brow drawn tight, and walked into the living room. He moved the blinds with a finger and peered out the window. “Goddammit.”
I gaped at him. “I’ve never heard you cuss before.”
He shot me a worried look before running his hands through his hair. “Cody, I need to tell you—”
He froze when there was a knock at the door.
“Sebastian?” a woman’s voice said from the other side.
Confused, I stared at Sebastian. He looked terrified. And guilty. I debated running down the hall to hide but he was already opening the door.
“Emily,” he said, his back turned to me as he greeted her. “Why are you here?”
Wow. He sounded cold as ice. Was he like that with everyone?
“I know how you are about forgetting to go grocery shopping,” Emily answered. Sebastian’s six-foot-two stature blocked my view, and I couldn’t see her. “I wanted to stop by and drop some things off. Soup, milk, eggs. The snow’s accumulating on the roads, and you might not be able to get out for a while.”
