Page 2 of Finally Forever
He frowns. “I’m sorry. I never wanted you to worry like this. I hate that you do, but I promise, we’re safe. No one knows where we are, and I trust Xavier and his contacts to inform me if any serious threats become known. For a year, no one has looked for us or doubted my death. We can relax. Breathe easier. I hoped you could do that here. That’s why I picked it.”
“Please stop apologizing.” For someone who had never used the wordsorrybefore meeting me, he uses it all the time now. “I choseyoubefore the accident.” Before I thought he had died. “Before I was placed under protection. And I’d do it again.” I give him a soft kiss on the lips. “I love you. And I know worrying is part of this lifestyle, or at least, a part I need to work on getting over. It’s just that life has been so good lately. I’m afraid to get comfortable or take it for granted. That’s when bad things happen.”
“Not while you’re with me. I will always protect you.” He brushes his nose against mine.
“I know that, too.”
“Then there’s only one thing left for us to do.” He scoops me up.
A squeal of surprise escapes me as he carries me to the couch and sits with me on his lap so I’m straddling him.
I yank down the hem of my shirt. “Sebastian! I’m not wearing underwear.” I scramble to cover my bare crotch.
His gaze drops to that very spot. “Let me see.”
“No!” I smack his arm.
He laughs. “You can’t be shy after what we did last night.”
I’m shy because we’re not in the act. We’re in the family room. Last night, we were in the moment and a position I’ve grown to love. Him on his back on the bed, my chest pressed against his abs while I practiced my oral skills on him, and he did the same to me. When he added his fingers to the mix, I was lost. He does that to me.
“You’re thinking about what we did, aren’t you?” He lifts my chin with his finger. “Let me see those eyes.”
That I can give him. A view of my crotch, right now? No.
“I love how my girl still gets nervous after a night of unabashed love making.”
I snicker. “Unabashed love making? Have you been reading my romance novels?” I tease.
“Maybe,” he says, shameless.
My cheeks flame to nuclear levels. “You read my books?”
Oh God. I slap my hand over my face. Those things put the kink in kinky. I’ve always been a Kindle girl, and my books are for my eyes only. All that changed when I discovered a used bookstore among the shops at the marina and started a collection of older paperbacks printed in English. They’re mostly historical romance, with a few erotica. I’d never read erotica before, and whoa! The thought of him reading those books makes me want to grab them from my nightstand and toss them into the ocean.
“Ainsley?” He pries my fingers from my face. “Don’t worry. I haven’t read your books. But if you ever want to dog-ear a favorite page, I’ll do my best to deliver.” He winks.
I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed. Because I’m reading stuff we haven’t done sexually? Because he might think I want to try it? Do I? Ugh. It’s too early in the morning for this conversation.
“Baby. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve known you were a closet sex-kitten since the first time I touched you and you came undone in my arms.”
I raise a stubborn chin. “That was different. I was a twenty-year-old virgin who’d never had an orgasm.”
He smirks. “And since then, I’ve given you thousands.”
It’s been almost a year, but thousands might be accurate.
“You know when you’re not shy?” He runs his hands up my thighs. “When we’re screwing. You’re all about your needs, then. ‘More, Sebastian. Take me now’.”
I giggle, my cheeks heating. “You’re not wrong.”
“You know what else I’m not wrong about?” He draws small circles on my thighs.
“What?”
“You’re wet for me.”
I gasp. Even if he’d been wrong—which he isn’t—I’m soaked now.
