My heart drops in absolute surprise. “You do?”
“Painfully so. Yes.”
I swallow, stunned and elated. My chest seems to remember how to beat again as tingles go up my spine and straight to my brain. “But we’ve haven’t been together all that long. It seems so sudden.”
He shakes his head. “You keep saying that. At your parents’ house, they asked how long we were together, and you said just two weeks, but I disagreed. Amy, as far as I’m concerned, I’ve been yours since the moment you called me by mistake. I chose you with one hundred percent of my being then. You have been my every thought, breath, and prayer. I ache when you’re not with me and smile the moment I see your face. I’ve been a damn fool, trying to win your heart, so here I am, pouring mine out to you. I am in love with you, body and soul. I know you’ve been burned by love before, and you are taking this huge leap by being with me, so I was holding back on telling you, but if there is any doubt in your head on where I stand, on where my feet have been cemented since that moment we met at Love and Lavender, then you need to hear this now. I’m yours.”
My heart is exploding in my chest as I cry out in absolute joy. I grip his face and kiss him, taking his passion and desire, his proclamation of love, and drinking it in with every fiber of my being.
Our kiss is heady and desperate. My hands are in his hair, and his are around my back, gripping me and lifting me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist, pulling me into him, never letting me go.
“Take me to the bedroom,” I say as I bite the lobe of his ear.
He moans and starts to move me away from the kitchen. Clearly, we were never meant to eat that damn bisque.
Before we’re out of the kitchen fully, I divert him back and instruct him to grab the Tupperware with the special chocolate.
“Dessert for dinner?” he asks as he climbs the stairs.
“Something like that,” I say when we reach the landing.
He kicks his bedroom door open and ushers me over to the bed. I take the container of chocolate and pop the lid. I grab a brick, rise to my knees, and offer it to him.
Sebastian arches a brow and complies. I place the morsel on his tongue, and his mouth captures my finger on the way out, sucking on it.
“I told you chocolate was an aphrodisiac. This is the original recipe used by the Mayans.”
He grins. “Baby, I don’t need any help with my libido when I’m with you.”
“I have been told my chocolate is better than sex,” I say coquettishly.
“Clearly, they’re making love to the wrong man, but I’ll make a concession.” He lifts a brick from the container and rests the chocolate against my lips. “Sex is better with chocolate.”
I part my lips and eat up the sweet and spicy delicacy, letting it melt on my tongue as his hand roams over my shirt. His fingers dance dangerously over my taut nipple, sending a wild sensation through my entire body.
He lifts my tank top, and I help him out of his T-shirt, drifting my fingers over the muscles and then leaning forward to kiss and lick everywhere I just touched.
Sebastian removes his pants and boxers and then tugs my jeans off. I shimmy out of my panties and continue to kiss and lap up and down his body, loving the warmth of his silky skin under my tongue.
He motions for me to get on all fours. My face is level with his enormous erection, and I waste no time in taking it into my mouth and licking it from base to tip, letting the salty taste of his pre-cum mix with the sweet taste of the chocolate.
His moans echo in the room, sending me into an erotic haze. I swirl my tongue in circles around the sensitive head and then glide up the vein until Sebastian’s deep voice is chanting my name. When I deep-throat him the way he loves, he nearly cries.
“Fuck, your mouth is magic.”
Warm hands snake around my head. His fingers weave into my hair, guiding my head up. He’s standing powerfully and filled with desire. I know that look. It means he’s ready to go wild beast on me.
“I need to be inside you.” His voice is hushed, his breathing hard, as he takes a condom from his end table and slides it on his thick-as-steel erection while I lie down on the bed. “I have never felt so connected to a woman before. Sometimes, I feel like I can’t breathe until I’m buried deep inside you.”
Warm, heated lips suck on the soft skin of my throat as he lies on top of me and holds my hands at our sides, squeezing them. I constrict when his mouth lowers to my breast, nipping and sucking on the tender peak, sending shivers down my body and into my very core.
Together, we raise our hands, so they’re over our heads. As he looks down at me, serious and purposeful, he nudges my legs further apart with his hips as he settles in place.
With our gazes held, he enters me. As he moves, his groin rubs against me, giving friction to my very swollen clit, and I gasp out in pleasure. My back instantly bows and arches into him. With a roll of his hips, he hits every nerve ending inside my body.
“Kiss me, Sebastian,” I plead.
He gives me what I want and kisses me hard as he fucks me, loves me, rattles me to the core.
I come with a violent scream that has the dogs barking from the bottom of the stairs.
Sebastian’s own release comes with a growl.
As we come down from our high, he discreetly removes the condom and then pulls me into his front and curls his body around mine. The sex was amazing, but this is even better. Knowing he loves me and that every emotion I’ve experienced with him is true makes me feel so alive.
I place my hand on his arm and hold it tighter against my body. With a slight turn to my head so I’m facing him as much as I can while keeping our position, I say, “I love you too, Sebastian.”
I feel his gasp against my back as he flips me over, so I’m on my back, and he’s above me, staring into my eyes. The grin that covers his face is the absolute sexiest thing I’ve ever seen on him.
He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to. We both smile at each other, at our realization that this is real, us. We’re doing this, and I couldn’t be happier.
When his lips touch mine in a sensual kiss, I realize I was wrong. This is the best moment of my life so far.
Chapter Twenty
“Thank you, Mom. It feels good to be thirty-two and still have your mother remind you of how long she pushed, giving birth to you while in labor.” Sebastian’s hearty chuckle as he speaks into the phone bounces through the halls of his townhouse as I walk down the stairs.
I’m dressed for the day in a short floral dress with gladiator sandals and a sparkly headband. With a quick glance in the mirror, I assess my long, dark hair that I curled to make me look like one of the Coachella girls. Not my usual look, but I thought it would be perfect for today.
“Amy is taking me to a concert—a festival actually. Should be fun. What was that? You’re kidding,” I hear Sebastian say.
I pad down the hall to his office, where the sound of his voice is coming from, and peek in.
He’s seated at his desk, leaning back in his chair and smiling, as a man should be on his birthday. Luckily, it’s a Saturday, so he has the day free to himself. Double lucky that it’s not the weekend of the baby shower. That was last weekend, and it was fine. Sebastian’s parents and an aunt came to town, so the women could attend. Sebastian and his father helped bring all the gifts back to Lauren’s house. Afterward, his family came back to Sebastian’s house, where they met me, and we went out for a lovely dinner.