I look at Sebastian. Everything around me comes to a standstill as his words wash over me. The connection between us is so strong, stronger than I ever thought I’d feel. I lick my suddenly dry lips and take a deep breath. “Take me home, please.” Hurt flashes in his eyes before he masks it. He gives me a curt nod and turns to put the truck in reverse. I place my hand on his forearm, and his muscle stiffens beneath my fingers. “Your home, Sebastian.”

He nods and moves his right hand from the wheel to link his fingers with mine. Our fingers twine as he drives back towards the bar. We are two blocks away from both the bar and the tattoo shop. He mainly works, sleeps, and plays in the same area.

The duplex he pulls up in front of is decent. Each side has a one car garage and two spaces in front of the home. There is a small porch on either side, one is empty, and the other has a few kids’ toys and a bike in it.

“You ready?” His voice is gruff but comforting.

“Yes.” Maybe. I correct silently. Sebastian let go of my hand and cups the side of my neck pulling me in as he moves slowly in for a kiss. He is softer than he’s been before.

Sebastian takes his time, not going too fast to send me running again. If his goal is to get me hot and bothered and shifting in my seat to relieve the ache between my legs, then he’s accomplished his goal, because by the time he backs away to take me inside. I forget to be afraid.

We walk to his door with our fingers linked. Once we are inside his door, he locks it. Without turning on a light, he leads me to his bedroom and only turns on a bedside lamp, flooding the room with dim low light.

“Get undressed and leave your panties on. I’ll give you a shirt to put on.” He walks to his dresser and pulls out a plain black tee he throws on the bed I’m standing beside.

Wait. What? I must’ve misheard him because he just told me he wants my panties on and he is going to give me a shirt to cover the rest of me. I know I’m a virgin, but I’ve studied sex enough to know that’s not how it works.

I didn’t move from my spot. Instead, I stand there and watch as he strips out of his own clothes leaving on his boxer briefs, which are tented by a long, thick, and hard cock. If I’m not mistaken, there is a tiny wet spot soaking through the stretchy red fabric.

My mouth drops open when I watch him lean over his bathroom sink to brush his teeth. His ass, the one I spanked with my hands when he threw me over his shoulder is perfect. It is round, firm, and the muscle definition in his legs and ass are mouth-watering, panty melting, an ass fit for fantasies, porn, and dirty magazines.

I must’ve gotten lost in my thoughts, because when he says my name loudly I’m no longer looking at his backside, but that damn wet spot as he is leaning against the door jamb connecting the bathroom and the bedroom.

“Jaci.” His smirk is sexy when I reluctantly pull my gaze from his lower half up his hard-tattooed body to his amused eyes. “You are enjoying the view?” It is a rhetorical question, but I didn’t pick up on that. I was too busy trying to study every one of the tattoos and the body they covered. He is fucking beautiful.

“Yes,” I answer while trailing my eyes down him again. His eyes darken, and I swear his dick jumps when my eyes pass back over it, and I lick my dry lips.

“You can use my toothbrush and change in the bathroom if you want. I typically don’t sleep in anything, but I’ll keep my underwear on tonight.” He moves to turn down the bed.

In a daze, I go into the bathroom and shut the door. My confusion over what is happening has me on edge and my nerves frayed. Are we going to have sex? He acts like it in the car, but since we are in the house, he’s done nothing but touch my hand.

I brush my teeth thinking about everything and in my thoughts, I get angrier and angrier that he gets me this worked up and willing, only to hold out on me. He is toying with me, and my emotions and I don’t like it.