English.”
“Aw, that explains it. I don’t know any Americans named Sebastian.”
Tess looked at her wristwatch. “We only have ten minutes until our next class starts. We should get going so you can actually be early.”
“What’s the fun in that?” he smirked.
Tess stood up from the table. “Suit yourself. I’ll save a seat for you in the front row.”
Sebastian spotted Tess as she walked through the cafeteria doors at lunchtime. He walked over to her and greeted her with a kiss. They picked up some sandwiches and sat down to eat.
“How has your day been so far?” Sebastian asked as he unwrapped his turkey sandwich.
“Good. I met a guy named Dan Miller. He was late for his first class and had to sit next to me in the front row.”
“Really?” Sebastian said with a hint of suspicion.
“You have nothing to be jealous about. I told him I have a boyfriend.”
“Oh, that will stop him from putting the moves on you,” he said sarcastically.
“Just like you did when we met?”
“I didn’t try to pick you up when we first met.”
“No, you offered to have sex with me on the library table,” Tess reminded.
“I wasn’t serious about that. I was simply trying to see if I could rattle you, but you were no-nonsense Hamilton. By the way, that incident happened the second time we met.”
“Dan’s a nice guy. He’s not trying to get me into bed.”
“We’re on a first name basis, are we?” Sebastian asked with a raised eyebrow.
Tess tried not to laugh, so she covered her mouth with her hand. “Sorry, he doesn’t have a title like you, Lord Sebastian.”
“I’m not a Lord,” he pouted. “That’s my brother’s title. I’m the honourable Sebastian Andrew Irons, if you must call me by my title.”
Tess could no longer hold back and burst into laughter. “That sounds like you should be a judge.”
Sebastian shook his head. He was not amused. “English peerage is difficult enough to understand let alone trying to explain it to an American.”
Tess reached over and took his hand. “I love you. I don’t care what your title is. Now tell me about your day.”
“The Language class was a breeze, since I already speak Italian. The Philosophy class was interesting.”
“You don’t sound very excited,” Tess mused.
“Maybe I just need you by my side to stay focused.”
“We have a class together this afternoon. I’d be happy to play the part of no-nonsense Hamilton for you.”
Sebastian leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You know it turns me on when you act superior and businesslike.”
“Maybe later,” she replied with a coy wink.
* * *
It had been a good first day at NYU, but Sebastian was happy to be home. The elevator door closed and Sebastian pushed the button to take them to the fourth floor. Sebastian backed Tess into the corner of the elevator and gave her a devilish grin. “I think I’d like to make love to you right here in this lift.”
“You’d better hurry up than. We’re only going up four floors,” she teased.
“I could always push the emergency stop button.”
The elevator dinged as they reached their destination. “Too late,” she whispered backing out of the lift, motioning him to follow her with a crook of her finger.
Sebastian hurried after Tess. When he caught up, he pushed her up against their front door and claimed her mouth with his. Sebastian fumbled with the key and somehow managed to unlock the front door while his tongue laved the delicate spot on her neck.
They stumbled into the apartment, taking off each other’s clothes. They were down to their underwear when Sebastian lifted Tess onto the breakfast bar, spread her legs, and stood between them. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked as Sebastian kissed the swell of her breast.
“I’ve wanted to do this to you all day,” he confessed as he worked open the clasp to her white lacy bra. Sebastian slipped it off her shoulders and threw it across the room. He teased her