The One Awakened: Book 1 in The One Trilogy (32 page)

“Lucia, tell him!” he wraps an arm around my waist, far too close for comfort for my liking and looking at Seb’s face - his too.

I untangle myself from Chris’ hold. “Sebastian’s his own man Chris. He knows what he wants and knows how to get it.” I say the words directly to Seb, as though Chris isn’t even present and turn to head back up to the house. I’m suddenly very weary of the games and decide that it’s now or never.
 

“Yeah, Yeah. Anyway Seb, come on! I’ve got her lined up. Come show us how it’s done.”
 

I hear Chris brag and look back to see him arching his brow and nodding in the direction of two blonde women. I follow his path. Both ladies, if you can call them that are in the process of trying to dip their now bare feet into the fountain, whilst showing everyone who cares to look, what they had for tea; the neon lights glowing through and up their now transparent minuscule dresses. Time to make a move, with or without him.

I couldn’t be arsed with this anymore and couldn’t compete with a wet t-shirt competition, been there, done that, a long-time ago and it hadn’t got me into his bed then!

Fifteen minutes later, I’m mulling over how much had changed in one week. We’re now in practically the exact same predicament we had been last Saturday and are sharing a taxi, after Seb has surprised Jess & I, as we clambered into the cab and hijacked our ride home. In my mind, I’m clear about being dropped off at Rose Avenue, first; he could do whatever he likes. The man frustrates me too much to share anything other than a lift - I’m too annoyed at his constant
player
tendencies.
 

The air is fraught, as I nervously fiddle with my bag, desperate to have something to do with my hands. He had to be the one sitting next to me in the back – Jess is in the front, chattering away to the poor overworked driver and is clueless to the tension exuding from us.

“Have you been busy?” she rabbits away mouthing the usual
Groundhog Day
patter that I’m sure every cab owner hates.
 

I am wound so tight that my back aches from holding myself so rigid. How come he’d left Chris I wonder and
The Promise
in the minuscule dress? At the same time, I’m honest with myself and I don’t really care about the why’s and why not’s – I’m just grateful he’s going home… alone.
We pull up outside my house and I scrabble out, frantic to get away, so that he can’t see how much I want him and how weak I am at that moment. One look at my face and Sebastian will know how devastated I am, that he isn’t standing by his earlier decision to stay at mine.

Jess isn’t letting me escape in a hurry though and flinging her arms around Seb and I, she pulls us all into an uncomfortable threesome; a clumsy huddle of banged heads and squished bodies.
 

“Night Bitches!’ she shouts at the top of her voice, walking backwards barefoot towards her street, which adjoins mine at the junction, her wedges swinging from her waving hand. She salutes us
à
la Simon Cowell, and disappears around the corner, giggling tipsily, evidently amused at herself.
 

It’s only as I cheerfully wave her off in amusement and turn, I realise that Seb is now perched on my top step, his arms resting lightly on his knees and his black brooding eyes focused completely and directly on me. The Taxi is dust.

“Give me your keys you silly woman,” he commands obviously irritated and staring blankly back at him, I just hand them over, without argument; clearly the lack of comeback, is due to the extreme shock I’m experiencing. The audacity of this man is un…fucking…believable

He opens the door, waits for me to enter ahead of him and then does the same, locking it behind him. I glance up, admiring his ability to look so fucking hot at 2am in the morning. God only knows what I look like. He walks towards me, forcing me to move backwards until I meet the lounge wall, which backs onto the hallway stairs, hitting it with a clap. I’ve a serious moment of déjà vu, with flickers of last night’s knee trembling orgasm running over me.

“You and I have unfinished business lady. I agreed to a night of sex…that will make you melt.”
 

He stands in front of me, his arm propping him up against the wall. He smells divine, all fresh and musky and male. My instinct is to buckle under the extreme glare of his now sparkling black orbs but my legs are too wobbly to move.
“You’ve paraded yourself in front of me all night, in that tight little number.” He looks me up and down and his eyes stop at my mouth, which I unknowingly moisten, rubbing my lips together.
I stutter dryly. “But Chris…?”
 

“Chris can be a dick… and his timing is shite. I told you tonight was FBR No.1!”
I’m racking my brain to form words into a sentence. I’m fresh and antsy and so bloody horny I’m on fire. My inner voice is berating me and reminds me that this is exactly what I want, have wanted since last Friday night, perhaps since we met? Our body language has altered hugely and we’ve been dancing around the tension all night, literally. What a hussy I am! I went to the bloody party with another man and am now here, home with Sebastian.
I look up at him, aching to feel his lips on mine, at last.
 

“I’m going to fuck you Lucia; long and slow and hard,” his deep voice emphasises the last words, drawing them out, exquisitely unhurried, to enhance my reaction. I swallow and take a deep breath inwards. It worked as I feel my panties soak and core clench, in expectation.

Oh. My. Word.
“We are going to do what we should have done years ago. It’s time now; our time.”
 

His mouth twitches at the corner, smug and sexy in its pose and reaching down to clasp my hand, he draws it up to rest on his teeth, grazing my knuckles lightly with them. Sharp tingles of desire shoot through my body and I shiver at the simplicity of the gesture.
“The only question is, am I going to carry you up the stairs or do you think your legs are steady enough to walk?”
I’m open-mouthed at his pompousness and annoyed that his interpretation of my inability to move is correct. God this man loved himself but boy did I want him and unfortunately I know that he is totally aware of the effect he is having on me.
I retract myself from his grip, slowly and calmly and smooth down my dress. Just a few steps and I’m in the hallway, where I casually kick my bright turquoise suede heels off, at the bottom of the stairs. Looking over my shoulder back at his handsome face, where he’s focused on my every move - eyes intent on my legs, I tremble. He is expectant but still so sure of himself. For a second I want to tell him where to go - just a second.
 
“Give me a couple of minutes then come show me what you’re made of!”
 

I thank God that my bedroom has not been left as it usually is after getting ready for a night out, as though I’ve been burgled, with clothes and make-up strewn all over. Nodding at my quick perusal of the tidy bedding and scene setting, I quickly nip to the loo to freshen up. I clean my teeth and jush my hair in the mirror and double-check that…yes, I have my amazing bra & knickers set on, the one with the black and lime satin lace combo.
 

It is then that I see him leaning against the doorway.
 
He has removed his shirt, and his well-developed arms, from years of construction work are perfectly showcased against a more than perfectly ripped torso and chest. My eyes continue to enjoy the scenery, leisurely traveling over his battered blue-wash ripped jeans and stopping as long as I dare at the large evidence of his arousal at his crotch. A glance at the floor tells me he’s also removed his shoes and socks and is now dominantly barefoot; he really is a walking-talking Athena poster.
 

My mouth is watering as I allow myself this moment to unapologetically absorb his male perfection. He smiles confidently at my obvious approval and stares right back at me, branding me with a look so hot, I sizzle. I’m undone already and he hasn’t even touched me physically.
 

My mind is battling big time. Part of me wants to just grab him and connect. The other side of me is screaming out, “This is Sebastian, your friend.
What
are you doing?”
 

Do I really want to destroy our friendship just to appease the throbbing ache I have in between my legs?

I think Sebastian senses that I’m wavering and he decides to make the first move. With his eyes fixed on me at all times he lowers his fingers to unbutton his jeans.
 

Oh my fucking word.

I bite my lip in anticipation and watch as he begins to slide the denims over his lean hips, looping his fingers inside the elastic of his boxers and dragging those down in unison. I can feel myself panting too quickly and draw a steady breath just as he has finished his strip, the remnants of his clothing kicked to one side. I hear myself gasp. Or eyes remain locked – jet-black v brilliant emerald.
 

He determinedly stands there in all his glory, allowing me the time to take it ALL in. His beautiful body, on show just for me and my very own, pleasure. I can feel the heat coming off him, smell his masculine scent and I’ve never been more turned on.

There was no going back now.
 

His confidence is apparent and why shouldn’t he be with a body that could probably get you off without touching you? My greedy eyes are again drawn directly to his groin, where his immense cock, which bounces as he walks over to me, stands upright, straining, veins engorged, the head slightly moist already with his arousal. When erect it nearly meets his navel and his heavy sac swings tight and full, ready to be emptied …into me. I cannot seem to tear my eyes away from it and guiltily blush as his husky voice interrupts my thorough inspection.

“Like what you see?”

I nod and lick my lips in appreciation and anticipation. I know he is assessing me too. I can feel my nipples harden and my other set of lips dampen at the very thought of connecting so intimately with this male perfection.
 

“Come here. Don’t think!” he again orders me to comply and on wobbly legs I move to meet him midway.