course.”
“Mmm.”
Sebastian nodded. He put her in front of him and then lowered his mouth to her
neck. Keva inhaled as he hit a sensitive spot. Her eyes fluttered closed as he
licked and nibbled. One large palm coasted down to her lower abdomen as he fit
her hips to his so that she could feel his cock. The other hand cupped her
breast, his thumb stroking over an aching nipple. When he pinched the aroused
nub, she couldn’t contain her moan and she writhed against him. It was
embarrassing how quickly she reacted to his touch. “Does she look like she’s
not being satisfied?”
Nick
brushed past them. Next she knew, Sebastian was leading her off the floor. “Where—”
“My
house.”
“My
friends—”
“They’re
not very good friends if they were about to let a stranger drag you out of
here.”
He
stopped at a dusty white truck that probably hadn’t seen better days in a
decade and opened the door for her. She glared up at him, irritated with his
presumptuous behavior. “What makes you think I’m going home with you? As I
recall, I’m supposed to knee you.”
He
crowded her so that she had to tilt her head back to keep eye contact. “You’re
supposed to do that when I’m trying to use you, not when I’m saving you.”
“Is
that what you call feeling me up in public?”
He
looked away and shifted from one foot to the other. When his eyes met hers
again, they were full of sincerity. “I got a premonition that you needed me so
when I saw that guy forcing you to follow him, I went…a little ballistic. I
don’t want to leave you here when he might still be around.”
“Oh.”
Her anger at him evaporated. Fury was displaced by disappointment. For a moment
there, she’d thought he might be jealous. She refused to examine why she even
wanted him to be jealous. She got in the truck and pulled her phone out of her
pocket. She sent a text to Amy and Dean to tell them that she had left with a
friend. Sebastian got in and started up the truck. “When did you buy a house
here? I thought you and your friends were from out of town.”
“This
is my second house here. It’s a flip.”
Her
eyes widened. “You’re flipping houses in this market?”
He
chuckled. “I buy them cheap and do most of the repairs myself.”
“You’re
a man of many talents.”
His
eyes cut to her and then back to the road. “Yeah, I thought we’d already
established that.” She couldn’t tell from his tone if he meant his psychic
abilities or his talents in the bedroom.
****
Keva
followed Sebastian from room to room. He told her about the repairs he’d made
as he gave her the tour. She was appalled to find out that he’d been sleeping
on the floor since he’d purchased this house. In the bedroom he’d been using,
he’d tacked a blanket to the window. When they finished the tour, he led her
back to the kitchen. She couldn’t help but notice the violin leaning against
the wall since there was no furniture. “It’s beautiful,” she told him. “But
you’ve got to be exhausted living in a place with no furniture.”
He
shrugged. “There’s light, there’s plumbing. If it doesn’t sell quickly, I’ll
have it staged. If that doesn’t work, I’ll rent it out.” Sebastian opened the
fridge and removed a bottle of water. He held it up. “You want some?” She nodded
and he dove back in for a second bottle.
Their
hands touched as he handed it to her. She felt needy and on edge from when he’d
touched her earlier, but if he was affected, he didn’t let on. “Um, thanks for
your help earlier.”
“Don’t
mention it. What are friends for?”
She
smiled, but she wouldn’t have described them as friends. She uncapped her water
and took a long drink. Weary and a little depressed, she was ready to turn in
for the night. Amy had booked a hotel room so that they could remain close to
the action for the entire weekend. “I should call a cab.”
“Nonsense.
I can take you.”
“You
really
“Mmm.”
Sebastian nodded. He put her in front of him and then lowered his mouth to her
neck. Keva inhaled as he hit a sensitive spot. Her eyes fluttered closed as he
licked and nibbled. One large palm coasted down to her lower abdomen as he fit
her hips to his so that she could feel his cock. The other hand cupped her
breast, his thumb stroking over an aching nipple. When he pinched the aroused
nub, she couldn’t contain her moan and she writhed against him. It was
embarrassing how quickly she reacted to his touch. “Does she look like she’s
not being satisfied?”
Nick
brushed past them. Next she knew, Sebastian was leading her off the floor. “Where—”
“My
house.”
“My
friends—”
“They’re
not very good friends if they were about to let a stranger drag you out of
here.”
He
stopped at a dusty white truck that probably hadn’t seen better days in a
decade and opened the door for her. She glared up at him, irritated with his
presumptuous behavior. “What makes you think I’m going home with you? As I
recall, I’m supposed to knee you.”
He
crowded her so that she had to tilt her head back to keep eye contact. “You’re
supposed to do that when I’m trying to use you, not when I’m saving you.”
“Is
that what you call feeling me up in public?”
He
looked away and shifted from one foot to the other. When his eyes met hers
again, they were full of sincerity. “I got a premonition that you needed me so
when I saw that guy forcing you to follow him, I went…a little ballistic. I
don’t want to leave you here when he might still be around.”
“Oh.”
Her anger at him evaporated. Fury was displaced by disappointment. For a moment
there, she’d thought he might be jealous. She refused to examine why she even
wanted him to be jealous. She got in the truck and pulled her phone out of her
pocket. She sent a text to Amy and Dean to tell them that she had left with a
friend. Sebastian got in and started up the truck. “When did you buy a house
here? I thought you and your friends were from out of town.”
“This
is my second house here. It’s a flip.”
Her
eyes widened. “You’re flipping houses in this market?”
He
chuckled. “I buy them cheap and do most of the repairs myself.”
“You’re
a man of many talents.”
His
eyes cut to her and then back to the road. “Yeah, I thought we’d already
established that.” She couldn’t tell from his tone if he meant his psychic
abilities or his talents in the bedroom.
****
Keva
followed Sebastian from room to room. He told her about the repairs he’d made
as he gave her the tour. She was appalled to find out that he’d been sleeping
on the floor since he’d purchased this house. In the bedroom he’d been using,
he’d tacked a blanket to the window. When they finished the tour, he led her
back to the kitchen. She couldn’t help but notice the violin leaning against
the wall since there was no furniture. “It’s beautiful,” she told him. “But
you’ve got to be exhausted living in a place with no furniture.”
He
shrugged. “There’s light, there’s plumbing. If it doesn’t sell quickly, I’ll
have it staged. If that doesn’t work, I’ll rent it out.” Sebastian opened the
fridge and removed a bottle of water. He held it up. “You want some?” She nodded
and he dove back in for a second bottle.
Their
hands touched as he handed it to her. She felt needy and on edge from when he’d
touched her earlier, but if he was affected, he didn’t let on. “Um, thanks for
your help earlier.”
“Don’t
mention it. What are friends for?”
She
smiled, but she wouldn’t have described them as friends. She uncapped her water
and took a long drink. Weary and a little depressed, she was ready to turn in
for the night. Amy had booked a hotel room so that they could remain close to
the action for the entire weekend. “I should call a cab.”
“Nonsense.
I can take you.”
“You
really
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