Wrapping an arm around Carla, who I’m not prepared to let go of just yet, I lead her outside and come to a stop beside my brother and snag the keys out of his floundering hand.
“You can’t drive. One crash today is one too many.” I turn to my dad who is always level headed. “Dad, you drive.”
Dad catches the keys I throw to him, “Right. I think that’s probably for the best.” Turning to my mom, he takes her by the hand and drags her to Lucien’s SUV. “Lucien, you joining us.”
Carla pulls away from me and walks in front of my idiot of a brother and before I can say or do anything she lifts up and hugs him, a hug, which he eventually returns. “She’ll be okay, Lucien. You know that right,” she whispers to him, which I just catch.
He looks as though he’s just come out of a trance. “Shit, please tell me you’re not going to be having a baby anytime soon.”
Carla chuckles. “Lucien, get with it. Go sit in your car and be nice to Sabrina.”
He scowls at her words, but walks over to his car and holds the door open for Sabrina, after a slight hesitation she climbs in with Lucien following. I sure wish I was a fly on the wall for that car journey. I’m going to have to butter Mom up to find out what went on. She likes to gossip with the best of them, which I usually ignore, but I might need to start taking more notice.
Right now though, I need to get my woman inside my car and to the hospital and she is going to get checked out first.
Chapter 27
Carla
I’m curled up in the passenger seat of Sebastian’s car while I watch him drive us to the hospital. In all my years, I’ve never seen a man practically come undone the way Sebastian had back at the house and as long as I live I don’t think the image will ever disappear. I now know what it feels like to have a man who really does love me and wants to cherish me. Wants to marry me. I thought I was hearing things when he admitted that to his mom and anyone else who was in hearing distance. My heart had stuttered in my chest, filling with hope and longing. The man I was in love with wanted to make me a part of his family in a permanent way.
Every now and again he keeps glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. I reach out, placing my hand on his arm and slowly caress down to his hand, which is resting between us. After tracing each of his fingers with mine, I entwine them together and stroke his thumb.
I just need to touch him. To know this isn’t a dream and I really am sitting beside him.
No words are exchanged, but no words are needed, as we’re both comfortable with the silence. It also gives me time to watch him.
He has a strong jaw, which already bears a hint of a five o’clock shadow. I slowly trail my eyes lower to his broad shoulders encased in a white shirt, always looking so professional in his business attire. I remember how he looks underneath that shirt, which starts an ache between my legs. I always ache between them when he’s close or even just hearing his voice. Sebastian has strong thighs with a light sprinkling of hair and his manhood, oh boy. When he’s aroused he has a wide girth and is so long I’m surprised he hasn’t hurt me. He has a hairless groin, which makes it so damn hot when I take his balls into my mouth, and leaves him shaking in pleasure.
As I watch him, I feel heat licking at my body. He is divine and I know he’s feeling my gaze as the bulge in his pants is growing before my eyes. Unable to help myself, I lick my lips only to have my eyes shoot up to his when I hear him groan.
“If you keep looking at me as though you want me in your mouth, I’m not going to be responsible for the consequences.”
His hand tightens on the steering wheel, but I can’t seem to keep my eyes above his waist. What the hell is wrong with me?
Moving into a more upright position, I lean towards him and kiss his jaw before licking down his neck, leaving a trail of small bites.
“Carla,” he groans in warning, which of course I take no notice of.
“Hmm, Sebastian. I’ve missed you.”
My hand knows what it wants and it wants to touch him. Stroke him. Give him pure bliss. I’m not sure about while he’s driving, but I can tease him.
Sliding my hand over his thigh and up, I reach the root of him and hear him inhale when I press lightly against his balls now that he’s spread his legs slightly. Smiling to myself. I watch my hand trace the steel length of him then back down. His legs quiver. I squeeze him, rubbing the tip with my fingers through his pants just as the car swerves followed by a string of curses.
I remove my hand and sit back in my seat. “Sorry. I got a bit carried away.” I close my eyes so I’m not tempted to look at him.
“Carla baby. It’s okay. I got carried away as well and I love the fact that you want me as much as I want you. I love having your hands on me.”
I open my eyes to look at him.
He grins. “I love the fact that you can’t keep your hands off me, and if we weren’t driving I’d have had you riding my dick while I have a mouth full of your breasts.”