I smiled, stepping closer. “I didn’t want to wake Winnie, but I came for my hoodie.”
“She’s out. Long day of fairy hunting.” Her eyes flicked over me. “Did you guys win?”
I shook my head. “Nah. We got our asses handed to us. Brody gave me shit, saying they’d only asked me to play to secure a win.” I shrugged playfully. “Turns out even I can’t help us.”
She chuckled and turned back to the dryer. “How’s Hayes?”
I lifted a shoulder. “He showed up late again. He swore a seagull shit on his windshield and stole his sandwich while he was parked at the marina for dinner. Brody accused him of lying, but I saw the mustard on his windshield.”
Selene sighed and shook her head. “He has theworstluck.”
My brows furrowed. “Is what I’ve heard true? Do you think he’s cursed by the Lady?”
“No.” She gave me a sad smile. “Maybe?” Selene exhaled and looked at the shirt in her hand. “He has the worst luck imaginable, but I don’t really believe in curses ... I don’t think. Hayes doesn’t like to talk about it.” Her head tipped sideways. “Your hoodie’s over there. Freshly washed.”
“I see that,” I said, but I didn’t reach for it.
I stepped up behind her, close enough to feel the warmth rolling off her skin. Close enough to smell the faintest trace of coconut and clean laundry. Her breath hitched.
“You fold like a fucking goddess,” I murmured, my voice low and rough.
She snorted. “That’s a new one.”
I reached past her for the hoodie, intentionally brushing her hand in the process.
Her body went still, and so did mine. Her skin was warm. The air shifted. Every inch of space between us vanished. Her breath caught. My pulse spiked.
She didn’t look at me, but I could feel the awareness snap tight between us. The buzz of the dryer. The creak of the floor. The throb of need so thick it made my head spin.
I leaned in, voice barely audible. “Do you always smell this good, or is it just when you’re trying to kill me?”
Selene’s shoulders rolled back, her breath sharp and shaky as her back pressed against my front. “You’re—God, you’re impossible.”
I pressed my mouth to the curve of her neck, just once, just a whisper of skin.
“Tell me to leave,” I murmured, praying she wouldn’t. “I will. Just say the word.”
She didn’t speak, so I let my mouth roam. My tongue laved over the delicate curve of her neck. She arched into me as I sucked and moaned into her skin. My hands dug into her hip bones as I struggled to remain in control.
My cock twitched as every nerve ending in my body lit up. Gripping her hard, I spun her around. For a beat I stared down at her. Selene’s cheeks were flushed, her pert mouth slack as if she couldn’t believe what we were doing. My eyes searched hers, begging for her to tell me to stop before it was too late.
A rumble gathered in my throat. “Fuck it.”
My mouth crashed to hers. The kiss wasn’t delicate; it was filthy.
Her mouth opened to mine like she’d been waiting for it—hungry and wild, like she needed it just as badly as I did. I crowded her against the dryer, hands kneading her hips, pulling her against my aching cock.
She whimpered when I rutted forward, and that fucking sound ... it ripped the breath from my lungs.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” I growled, dragging my mouth along her jaw.
Her hands clawed at my shirt, tugging me closer. “Then show me.”
I leaned in, arching her back against the warm dryer. My thigh shoved between hers and her hips ground against me like it was instinct.
“Christ, Selene,” I breathed. “You feel that? That’s what you’ve been doing to me.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her head falling back with a gasp.
