“Oh god, you can’t read my thoughts, can you?” My voice raised octaves higher, and his grip slacked on my arm.
“Gods, no.” He shook his head. “Why would you think that? Your expression changed to worry, and I was just stating—” I waved Sebastian off, my hand balancing my heart back into my chest.
“I’ve just read that some vampires could do that. From those books.” I twirled my finger around. Sebastian’s playful demeanor returned. He grabbed my arm again, placing it firmly on his.
“Ah,” he drawled, opening the limo door for me. It was a sleek black, recently washed and waxed to give it a glowing shine. Sebastian’s hand guided me in, making sure to put his other hand on top of the vehicle so I didn’t hit my head. “So you were worried I was reading your thoughts. Is there anything I should know?” he whispered. His lips were dangerously close to my ear as he leaned down. His heated breath moved my hair until small strands danced across my collarbone. “Anything that would compromise our… friendship?”
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
“N-no.” I turned my face in the opposite direction to look for the seat belt, only for him to pull it from the right side of the seat.
“Looking for this?” he mused, handing it to me. His fingers lingered, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he shut the door.
Thank god for the extra thick bra. Pretty sure I would have cut through my dress.
A snicker came from the front of the limo, and the partition rolled down to see none other than Suron. “Suron! What are you doing here?” I snapped. He winked his eye and waggled his finger at me, only to roll up the barrier.
Sebastian opened his side of the limo and sat down, not bothering to put his seatbelt on. “Since when do friends take other ‘said’ friends out to dinner in a limo?” I asked, nervously chuckling. With a twinkle in his eye, Sebastian didn’t miss a beat.
“What good friend doesn’t take another friend on a limo ride?” He leaned in closer, my body not moving as he came inches from my face. My lips wanted to smash into those perfectly shaped lips, the perfectly shaved face, and evenly spaced eyes.
“I’ve never”—I licked my lips—“had a friend take me on a limo ride.” My eyelashes fluttered.
“Then this,‘friend’,” he whispered, tilting his head so his lips were centimeters from my lips, “will show you what a great friend he really is.”
Chapter 14
Sebastian
Christine’sbreathwassweet,a fraction of mint entangled with a pair of rose wine. Enough to calm her nerves, but not enough to inhibit her emotions. Her ample breasts were mere centimeters from my chest as I leaned in to whisper in her ear.
The hitch of her breath, squeezing those voluptuous thighs, had the demon inside me reaming with an undeniable attraction. I didn’t fucking want her—I fuckingneededher.
When she walked down the stairs of her shared space, it was all I could do to hold myself together. My cock was throbbing in my pants. No doubt the outline was apparent. If Ashton wasn’t a nimrod, I would have pulled her close and told her how beautiful she looked.
As she descended, I noticed her jean jacket, almost cursing myself for dressing up so formally. Humans didn’t do that as often on Earth anymore. I was too stuck in my ways to realize it, only for Christine to peel off the jacket revealing ample cleavage and a more dressed-up appearance.
Beautiful, sexy, and smart?
Motherload.
I’m going to fuck this up.
When I twirled her outside, I knew I was taking a risk, one that she would either love or despise the way I just objectified her, but I could help myself. I needed to see it all, and if she knew upfront of my intentions to ogle her, let her know she was the object of my desire, it might work in my favor.
Pulling away, coming too close to smashing my lips onto her, we both let out a breath of sexual tension. At least I knew she was affected by me this time, not whatever drawing she was doing on her tablet.
The ride was comfortable silence until she straightened her back, letting out a small “Ope!” Christine’s face grew red, pulling the small clutch to her lap.
“What’s wrong?” I eyed her, and she continued pulling out her phone.
“I was supposed to stop by to check on Mom, and dear’ ole stepdad wanted to talk to me too.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s been great having him so involved with me, but now he wants to be overly so.” She scrunched her eyes and typed in a message. A ping went through her phone again, and when she touched the screen. Pamela’s blasting voice came over the speaker.
“Did you get that D yet?!” Christine fumbled with the phone until it landed on the floor. I tried quietly laughing, but Christine caught me and gave me a glare.
“Don’t listen to her,” she rushed, picking up the device and shoving it back in her purse. “I swear she reminds me of Suron. I wonder if they are mates.” She laughed.
“I’ve wondered the same,” I mused, resting my elbow on the side of the door. “Then again, they may be too much alike.”