Page 42 of Finally Forever
Not what I expected. “What are you doing?”
“Looking for something.”
“What?”
He opens more and moves to a chest of drawers, checking them. A smile splits his lips when he opens the third drawer and removes a red scarf.
He shakes it out, then folds it over several times and walks to me.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“I want to play a game.” He lifts the scarf, and it becomes clear.
“You want to blindfold me?”
“Scared?” He raises a brow.
“Not at all. We’ve done this before.”Once. And we used a sleep mask. “It was fun.” I smirk.
“Really?” The surprise in his tone is priceless. Based on his wicked grin, I can tell he’s also impressed.
“Really.”
“You should enjoy this, then.” He secures the scarf around my eyes and ties it at the back.
I swallow, my heart racing with a hedonistic mix of trepidation and anticipation.It’s fine. I tell myself.It’ll be fine.
17
Sebastian
I secure the scarf around her head to keep those eyes from my view. Too much love and trust shine within them. I don’t deserve either. I haven’t earned them. Not according to my memories. I could get lost in those green beauties. I don’t want that.
I still can’t believe she suggested this. And that I’ve blindfolded her before. I never imagined an innocent like her would be into this kind of bedroom play.
I brush her golden hair behind her shoulders, the texture soft and silky. I doubt this will help me remember her and my life for the last year or so. A part of me is a bit curious. But that has more to do with exploring her and her perfect little body than it does with exploring the depths of my mind. If I cared about her at all, I wouldn’t be doing this. Right?
Her breathing grows faster, the anticipation of what I’ll do spilling from her in intoxicating waves. I won’t hurt her or push her to do anything she doesn’t want. I’m not one of those guys, but then, I’ve never had to be. The women I’ve been with were open to it all.
I had no plans to touch her, let alone blindfold her in a bedroom and have my way with her. She’s just so unpredictable and challenging. It’s a massive turn on, which baffles me. I’m all about sticking to the plan. Plans are safe. It’s how I’ve survived as long as I have in my mafia family.
“Sebastian?” she says in that soft, raspy voice. “Are you still here?”
“I’m here.”
“What are you waiting for?”
Maybe this is a mistake. What good could come from it? My memories. Memories about her that I don’t want to reclaim.
Her lips part with an exhale that hints at disappointment.
Oh, hell no. I’ve never been a disappointment, except to my father. Bastard. Without thought, I stroke her jawline with the backs of my fingers, the soft texture of her skin a nice distraction from where my thoughts were headed.
Her breath catches, and she shivers. From my fingers? Sweet Jesus.
I harden myself against what I’m about to do, fearing this woman has the power to make me soft, as inweak. Can’t have that and follow through with the plans I have for my father.
