"What If I don’t want to stop it?” I whisper, reaching out to touch him.
His head snaps back, his fingers wrapping tightly around my wrist. "I do the touching."
My hand lays limply in his grasp. "But..."
"That's the rule for tonight. And that’s all this is, one night... typically I don't—"
"Typically you don't what?"
"Typically, I don't do random hookups. It’s just…easier that way.” His voice trails off.
I think his words through, trying to process his admission. Typically, men are the complete opposite—selfish—forgetting all about my needs.
But not with him.
"Why?" I ask.
The hand not buried in my sweatshirt reaches up to caress my cheek. "I don’t want to get into details. Just let me do the touching, okay?"
A brief flash of vulnerability in his brown gaze leaves as quickly as it came. Every curious fiber in my body wants to know why, but now isn’t the time.
The twitch of his finger against my skin pulls me back to the present.
Sebastian leans in closer, close enough to rub the bridge of his nose against my exposed neck. "The things I want to do to you, Riley," he whispers.
"Show me," I respond, pulling away briefly so I find his eyes once again. I drag my sweatshirt up and over my head, letting it fall over the side of the couch.
His gaze burns into my bare skin. His tongue peeks through his slightly parted lips as he examines every exposed inch of me.
I'm not wearing anything sexy by any means. My simple black t-shirt bra isn’t meant to seduce, but you’d never know it by the hungry look in his eyes.
My abs clench when he licks his lips hungrily. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun tonight."
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