IT DIDN’T MATTER HOW LONG I knew him; I’d never understand Sebastian Black. Maybe that was the appeal—never getting inside his mind and never truly being able to reach him.
Untouchable.
Unreadable.
And totally everything I could ever want for the rest of my life.
Except, I couldn’t forget the things he’d said to me over the last few weeks. The way he’d touched the women at the club the night before. So much had happened. So when he kissed me, I wasn’t sure I wanted to kiss him back. I wasn’t sure I could let him continue to do this to me—to push me away only to pull me back like a yo-yo on a very short string.
But against my better judgment, I kissed him back. A moan slipped between my lips and onto his tongue, and he answered with a sexy growl.
He was crazed, out of control, as his hands moved over my body. Grabbing. Pulling. Taking control of me completely. And it felt amazing. My body had been begging for him for weeks. My mind needing some kind of connection with him.
“Never again,” he muttered against my lips. “You’re never leaving my side again.”
He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved us from the bathroom and into my bedroom. He was peeling my damp shirt from my body before he laid me down.
“I need to be inside you,” he said, laying me down and pulling back to rip his shirt over his head. “Fuck. I need you so much, Rosslyn. Always. I’ll always need you.”
He leaned over me, his mouth latching onto my sensitive nipple and making me gasp from the pleasure. My fingers shifted through his dark hair, holding him to my body as he softly sucked.
“But you said …” I started, losing my breath as he switched from one breast to the other.
“Fuck what I said,” he growled against my flaming skin.
He moved down my body, nipping at my flesh with his teeth and sending sharp pains of pleasure through my system. He moved fast—hard—knowing exactly what he wanted as he licked around my belly button.
Self-conscious of the tiny bit of rounding starting on my stomach, I pulled at his shoulders until he moved up my body and his lips were on mine. My fingers tackled the button of his pants between us, and when I finally got them unbuttoned, I began to push them down his hips. He helped, shoving them down and pressing his throbbing hardness against my center.
“I can’t … I can’t take it anymore, Sebastian. Please,” I begged.
“Tell me what you want. Anything you want, baby, it’s yours.”
My hips lifted from the bed, begging on their own for his intrusion. My eyes locked with his and I nibbled my bottom lip to control the urge to whine. Moving his hand between us, he palmed his cock, gripping it hard and pumping a few times.
“Is this what you want?”
I nodded. “Yes. Now. Please.”
“Fuck, I love it when you beg for my cock.”
He moved between my legs, leaning back to get an eyeful of my body as he pushed my thighs apart and thrust into me. Relief filled me and from his expression and the way his mouth fell open, he was feeling relief as well.
His body moved fast, filling me repeatedly and sending the sounds of our bodies coming together into sweet echoes around the room. I gripped his ass, pulling him to me—deeper—harder. My body tightened around him as pleasure melted into my inner walls and up into my thighs.
“Yes. Don’t stop, Sebastian. I’m going to …”
I came so hard I screamed. My head dug into the mattress and my toes curled from the pleasure. He felt so good—in me—all around me. And as he continued to pump his body into mine relentlessly, he pulled me from the brink of my amazing orgasm before sending me over the edge once more.
I came for him—only him—and he loved every second of it. His eyes scanned my face, taking in my expression as I broke for him.
“That’s it, baby. Feel it. It feels so fucking good.” His body covered mine as his arms went loose on the sides of my head. He rested his elbows on the mattress while his hips took over all the work. Our stomachs glided together, our sweat making the slide easy.
His eyes closed, and he whispered sweet words of apology and love as he took me completely. He buried his face into my neck, his hot breath sending chills down my chest and arms.
“I’m going to come. So deep. So fucking deep.”
His body stiffened and he paused as he unloaded, filling me so completely that I could feel the warmth of it.
I held him as his body shook with his release, and when his body finally relaxed, I enjoyed the pressure of him on top of me. Letting my fingertips linger up and down his spine, I took the moment in, stamping my memory with all things Sebastian and the way I loved him.
Afterward, we held each other. Words weren’t important, actions were, and the way he held me as if his life depended on it said so much.
He chuckled.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“Oh, come on. Tell me what you’re thinking, Sebastian.”
Kissing me softly on my forehead, he let his warm lips linger at my hairline. “I was just thinking about how much I love all your pretty new curves. Working at the restaurant looks good on you. Ricky must be feeding you well.”
I sat up quickly, my eyes locking with his as my feelings deflated from his words.
“You think I look fat.”
I felt tears sting my eyes. My feelings were hurt. I was beyond sick and tired of being so sensitive and hormonal.
Cupping my cheeks with his palms, he frowned. “Of course not. I think you’re perfect. You’re fucking beautiful and you know it.” Kissing me sweetly on the lips, he pulled back with a soft smile.
And at that moment, I knew. I just knew. I couldn’t keep it from him anymore. I wanted him to know about the baby. It was only fair. He was the father, and even if things didn’t work out—even if we decided to really call it quits—I knew Sebastian would be an amazing dad.
“I need to tell you something.” The words felt thick against my tongue.
Sensing my seriousness, he sat up and propped himself against the headboard of the bed.
“What’s wrong, Rosslyn?”
“Don’t freak out, okay?”
His expression dropped. His lips pulling tight with worry. “Tell me. Whatever it is, we’ll work through it together. I won’t leave your side again. I promise.”
I nodded, understanding that it was safe to say the words I had yet to say out loud.
“I’m pregnant.”