Chapter 7: He Spends the Night

"You are so beautiful, Sally."

She smiled. Sebastian would have thought he'd given her gold. Had no one ever told her that? Had someone told her she was ugly? That was a sin. He would have to make it up to her. At least for tonight. He wasn't ready to make any promises past now.

She blushed a little and he wanted to make up for all those assholes that had come before him. They were idiots. He unhooked her bra, letting her nice rack loose. Rosy nipples stood at attention as if peering at him. He took one breast in each hand, licking his lips.

"These are amazing."

He knelt down to worship them.

***

Sebastian had said she was beautiful. Of course he liked her tits. Every man did. That wasn't surprising, but he'd stopped and told her that she was beautiful. Took away her breath. Almost made her want to cry.

He hadn't just ripped off her clothes or expected a blowjob. He wanted to have sex with her. Please her. Damn. Maybe there was more to Sebastian than she realized. Maybe he wasn't like the other men. The ones who had come before him. They'd all been in a hurry or expected to be pleased. None had really taken the time to find out what she wanted.

None of them had seen her as a person. Why had she let that happen? She'd been stronger than that once upon a time. She'd have to find that person again.

His mouth on her breast chased any conscious thought from her brain. She dug her fingers into his hair as he sucked on her nipple. Her body was on fire and she needed to be naked. Now.

"Sebastian," she said, her voice breathy.

He glanced up at her, her nipple still in his mouth. He let it loose with a pop. "Something wrong?"

Her heart leapt in her chest. She saw true concern in his eyes. "I'm not naked."

He leaned back, looking over her. "That's right. This would work much better if you were naked."

He took off her pants, then threw them over his shoulder with a flourish. She couldn't help but laugh. She'd never laughed during sex. Ever.

"Now, where was I?" He latched onto her breast again, but his hands slid up her legs. "Wait, I found something."

Who knew he had such a great sense of humor? And then she wasn't laughing. His thumb rubbed her clit and her body hummed. He tugged at her leg, then set it on his shoulder. She was wide open to him when he started on her with his tongue.

Holy shit. That was one talented tongue. Her body rocked with an orgasm, her fingers digging into his head. She heard sounds then realized that she was making them.

She caught her breath as he stood. He towered over her, a grin on his face. "That's just the beginning, sweetheart."

***

Sebastian woke up with his hand on soft skin. He couldn't figure out how his dog was suddenly not hairy. Then he remembered where he was.

In bed. With Sally. The night hadn't been a dream.

She snored softly, her body curled against his. His morning wood wanted to reach out and touch her, but he had other ideas. He wanted this to be more than just a physical relationship. He wanted more from Sally. She was his. He knew it. Her scent was a memory in his nostrils.

Too bad she had to be convinced. Well, it might be fun.

He slid out of bed, doing his best not to disturb her. She shifted but didn't wake up. He grabbed his pants then tiptoed out of the room. He tugged them on in the kitchen. He'd make her breakfast. Woo her. Treat her well. He'd win her heart that way.

He could do it. He could work harder for this woman than he'd ever had to.

He found the bacon and eggs. He located a pan. Her kitchen was nicely stocked. He really could get used to cooking in this kitchen. The bacon sizzled a few minutes later. He cracked some eggs into a bowl for an omelet. Humming. He couldn't remember the last time he hummed. Nor could he remember the last time he'd been laid that many times.

In a row. She'd been insatiable. So had he.

He grabbed some other ingredients out of the refrigerator. These would be top of the line omelets. His phone rang. He answered it. "Speak."

"Sebastian?"

"Caleb."

"Yes. I can come pick you up now."

"Don't. Wait an hour or so."

"A woman?"

"Of course."

"You sly dog." Caleb laughed. Caleb was never without a woman so it was nice to have one when Caleb didn't at the moment. Not that he was in competition with his brother. There would be no competition for Sally. She was his.

"Something like that. I think this it, Caleb."

Silence. "Yeah. Your mate?"

Sebastian cleared his throat. Their father had warned them how it would be when they'd meet their mates. It was so much better. "Yes."

"Wow. Good for you," Caleb said.

"Except that I have to convince her."

"Well, that's what we'll all have to do so take notes."

"What will work for me might not work for you. Won't be the same person," Sebastian said.

"True. Good luck. Really, Sebastian. I'm happy. How about you text me when you're ready?"

"Sure, Caleb. Thanks."

He disconnected. The bacon was almost done. He realized they needed coffee. He wasn't even drinking any and he was in a good mood anyway. Mugs sat on the counter hanging from a tree. He started the coffee maker and took in the grand smell. That was some good coffee grounds she had. Sumatran? Colombian?

He started humming again. He wanted to cook breakfast in this kitchen every day. Not that it beat his, but he had to share with his brothers. He would only share this one with Sally. It might be pretty cool to cook with her.

He tiptoed upstairs. She was still asleep. She had one pale leg sticking out. One breast was uncovered. She was still sexy even with her hair a rat's next on her pillow. He walked back downstairs to check on breakfast.

He put plates in the oven to warm and the bacon in there, too. The omelets could wait until she woke to make. He didn't know what she liked. Staring out the back window into the woods, he drank his coffee. This was bliss. He was sated. About to eat a lovely breakfast with a beautiful woman.

He was happier than the average bear.