“Sure thing. She’s going to need to be able to walk tomorrow,” Emmie warns Seb, who just scoffs in my ear.
“I can carry her anywhere she needs to go.”
“All right, caveman. Let’s go. Have you said goodbye to your sisters?”
“We’re good to go. Come on.”
* * *
“Do something crazy with me,” Seb slurs from the other end of the couch.
We’re both laid out with our legs tangled, him in just a pair of sweats and me in just his hoodie.
My entire body feels like it’s sinking into the soft cushions beneath me, thanks to the mind-blowing orgasms Seb forced on me like a man possessed from the second we stepped through the front door, along with the vodka and Alex’s weed.
I feel fucking fantastic. And it’s even better seeing Seb with a lazy smile playing on his lips and a little of his usual wicked sparkle back in his eyes.
“Anything,” I say honestly.
“Come on then. Grab some shoes,” he says, pocketing his cell and grabbing what’s left of the bottle we’ve been passing back and forth.
“Uh… okay,” I say, pushing aside any hesitation, because even half-cut, I know he wouldn’t do anything to put me in danger. “Do I need more clothes?”
“Baby,” he growls, closing the space between us until my breasts brush against his bare chest, “you never need more clothes, only less.”
He dips down, capturing my lips in an all-consuming kiss before pulling away all too soon, taking my hand and leading me from the apartment.
Wearing only his hoodie and a pair of Ugg boots, we emerge into the bitterly cold night. I have no idea where the others are; I can only assume the wake has finished by now. I guess they’ve planned something to give us some time alone.
We walk around the Cirillo house. There are some lights on, showing that someone is home, but Seb doesn’t make a move to head inside so I just trail behind him. The cold air breezes under his hoodie, making my skin prickle and a shiver race down my spine.
Seb leads me toward the building at the bottom of the garden where I already know a state-of-the-art gym sits.
“You’d better not be expecting me to work out,” I tell him as he pushes the door open and allows me to step into the warmth of the building first.
I’ve had nowhere near as much vodka or weed as him, wanting to keep my head somewhat in case something crazy happened, but I’ve still had too much to start fucking running.
“Nah, baby. I’ve got something much more fun in mind.”
“Okay, I’m all in then.”
A wicked smile curls at his lips and my heart rate picks up at the sight.
“Right answer, Hellion.” He kicks the door closed behind us but doesn’t turn the lights on, leaving us with only the glow of some security lights.
He steps up to me, forcing me to take one back and making me bump up against the wall.
His dark and dangerous eyes bore into mine, and it sends a shot of arousal through me despite the fact that my muscles still ache from our sexcapades when we got back earlier.
“What are you planning, Sebastian?” I damn near purr his full name, knowing that it’ll drive him crazy.
His fingers brush my thighs as he wraps his hands around the bottom of his hoodie.
In a heartbeat, he’s dragged the fabric from my body, leaving me in nothing but my boots.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls, grabbing my breasts roughly, making a moan rip from my throat.
He makes the most of my parted lips and plunges his tongue into my mouth, finding my own.