“That I’m planning?” His hand skims up my body and pinches my hard nipple through my lace bra and thin sweater. “I know you’re wet for me, baby, but if you want to pretend that you’re not imagining me moving inside you right now, then I guess we can.”
Damn him.
He pulls away from me and stares down into my hungry, lust-filled eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so easy, Hellion.”
My brows lift in offense, but all he does is laugh.
“I’ve watched you work a room, baby. Don’t forget that.”
Fair point.
“See you later,” I call to the girls, who wave us off. “Gonna tell me where we’re going yet?” I ask as Seb leads us toward Harley’s car, opening the door for me like the gentleman he most certainly isn’t.
“Nope. I thought we could hang, just the two of us.”
“And here I was thinking you liked to share your toys.”
He’s laughing as he walks around the hood and drops into the driver’s seat.
“Toys, yeah. You? Never.”
This time when his eyes flick down to my mouth, he forgets all about my protests, wraps his hand around the back of my neck and drags me toward him, our lips colliding with his brutal, claiming kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes.
“Mine,” he growls before he finally releases me.
We’re both gasping for breath when we break apart.
“Sexy,” I mutter, reaching up to sweep some of my gloss from his face.
“Thanks.” He winks. “I thought I was looking good, too.”
“Conceited jerk,” I mutter, reaching for my seat belt and clicking it into place before dragging down the visor so I can fix my own face. Seb, however, just rubs at his with the back of his hand and calls it a day.
The sight of the shimmer from my lips that’s still smeared up his cheek makes me chuckle. It looks cute on him. Almost.
“Here?” I ask, a little shocked when he pulls up beside Ace’s. I’m not arguing, though—I could eat Bill’s food every day and die a very happy woman. I’m just surprised.
“Apparently, they have the best burgers in the state.”
“Country,” I correct.
“Well, there you go then. And,” he adds, “I kinda enjoyed our last visit to the beach.”
“I bet you did. You’re such a dog.”
He glances over at me as I reach for the handle. “Takes one to know one.”
“Whatever. I’m not having beach sex again. I’m still finding sand in places.”
“Maybe you can be convinced, but you’re going to need to do better than sand rash.”
Rolling my eyes, I climb from the car and allow him to pull me into his body and lead me toward one of my favorite places in the world.
As dates go, it’s a pretty fucking epic one.
Bill’s milkshakes, burgers, and Seb doing everything he can in an attempt to do what I asked of him and prove that he means what he’s saying.