The reception desk is empty as we pass, but there are voices coming from somewhere suggesting that Biff isn’t too far away.
Seb doesn’t stop until we’re at his car.
With one quick flick of his arm, he has me pinned between the car and his body.
His eyes hold mine for a beat, and I prepare myself for what he might have to say about all that, but I soon discover that he has no words, because instead of telling me what he thinks, he shows me.
His lips crash down on mine in a brutal, bruising and claiming kiss.
My arms rest over his shoulders, my fingers in his hair as my lips part, deepening our connection and allowing his tongue to sweep into my mouth.
“Fucking love you, Hellion,” he growls into our kiss.
“I love you too. Take me home. Please,” I beg, my hands running down his body and slipping under his shirt. I can’t help but smile against his lips when his muscles bunch at my touch. “I want you naked.”
“Mmm…” he mumbles, still kissing me. “Not as much as I want you naked, I’m sure.”
“Seb, please,” I whimper when he starts kissing down my neck.
“Fuck, baby. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asks, although I get a good idea when he rolls his hips against me, allowing me to feel just how hard he is against my stomach.
“I’ll demand you fuck me right here if you don’t move.”
“And you know I would, too.”
Heat rushes through me, making my knees weak.
He fucking would as well.
Thankfully, he thinks better of it, and instead of just laying me out on the hood, he lifts me to the side, opens the door and places me in the passenger seat.
The drive home is almost as thrilling as what I know is coming once we get there.
Seb’s grip on the wheel never loosens as he takes every corner too fast and jumps every light he can get away with.
By the time we pull into the Cirillos’ huge driveway, my heart is racing and I’ve got a better understanding of just how he felt watching me race that bike the other night.
“Let’s go,” he barks, not wasting a second.
Clearly not quick enough, he rips my door open and drags me out, throwing me over his shoulder and racing up the stairs with me.
“Oh hey, where have you—”
“Go out,” Seb barks, cutting off Theo’s question.
“You know, I’m getting fucking sick of being kicked out of my own home.”
“Then don’t go. But don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Seb mutters, sliding his hand up the back of my non-inked leg until he dips his fingers under my panties and finds my aching cunt.
“Oh fuck,” I moan loudly when he pushes his finger deep inside me after discovering I’m more than just a little wet for him.
“Fuck it. I’m out. I can’t do this again,” his angry voice booms through the apartment. I wince, feeling bad.
Once all this shit is over, we really need to sort out where the hell we’re living, because Theo deserves his space, his peace, back.
As it is, Seb kicks the door closed behind us and throws me down on the bed. The look in his eyes when I find them makes everything else in my head vanish.
“Have I told you how fucking perfect you are recently?” he asks, dragging his hoodie over his head and discarding it on the floor beside him as he toes off his shoes and drops his pants.