Chapter 138: Unravel my Thoughts (1/2)

[Warning: mild sexual content up ahead.]

”I even brought a movie,” Sebastian chirped after a while.

”A movie? Something crime related?” I asked, turning to him. He had taken his place behind me and I was sitting between his legs as he propped his chin on my shoulder.

”Romance,” he whispered with a hint of amusement.

”Color me surprised! What made you come up with that?” I asked as I chuckled.

”I searched on the internet and found fifty best movies to watch on a romantic date and this was the top pick,” he informed me. He pulled out his cell phone and pressed some buttons.

”You turned your cell phone into a remote control?” I asked as I watched curiously.

”Yup. There are applications that do that. Now I can control all our appliances from my cell phone. Isn't that fascinating?”

He pressed play and I turned my head to the screen. ”It's a black and white movie.” That surprised me more than anything. But then I realized what we were watching. ”Casablanca?” I gasped, shocked.

”Apparently it is the best romantic movie to exist,” he told me.

”And you have never watched it, have you?” I asked.

”Of course, not. I found fiction irrelevant before I met you. I'm only indulging in these activities because I want to entertain you.” He placed a kiss on my cheek.

”At the price of your own misery…” I trailed off.

”I am not miserable. I am going to watch you. If I end up loving the movie, it's just an added bonus.”

”Always the romantic,” I teased.

”Only for you,” he retorted.

My eyes were trained on the movie. And then I felt nothing but Sebastian's lips on my neck.

I sucked in a ragged breath. ”Bored?” I asked, my voice small. He said something against my skin and I could only feel the vibration of his words. I had to assume that I was right.

I turned my torso towards him and moaned, encouraging his ravaging mouth by placing my hand behind his head, my own tilting to welcome his attentions.

I had never known I was wanton enough to like his attentions in the middle of the forest.

His tongue peeked out, tracing along my collar bone, down to where the top of my shirt was.

”I wonder what it is about the forest that got me riled off,” he questioned. ”God, I want to be rude.”

”Is it the idea of being in the wild, away from civilization that is revealing the inner beast in you?” I attempted to aid his thought process. ”How do you want to be rude?” I asked finally.

”Take your clothes off,” he demanded, low and heady, leaving me breathless. I loved the sound of need in his voice. Roving hands and careful caressing was not new to us. Sebastian had been a gentleman in all of this. Except, we had never done anything radical. Except, he hadn't looked like this.

I pushed myself away from him and turned to face him. I could see the worry suddenly evade him and I gave him a smile to reassure him. I was okay.

”Did you bring another blanket?” I asked.

Sebastian was on his knees, his hands on the blanket under us. ”Won't need one,” he mumbled, placing his lips against my skin once again. His hands were busy ridding me of my shirt. I guess he felt I was taking too long, and wanted my bare flesh against his.

He wouldn't find me complaining. I had been wondering how long and how teased he needed to be to stop asking me if everything was okay and pounce on me. Not that I didn't enjoy his concern. But I also like seeing him unrestrained.

The best way to get over it was to jump into it and desensitize to the situation, right?