Her lips were always red and lush, but now they were swollen with our shared kisses, and I wanted nothing more than to drop her to the floor and have her naked and trembling with desire.
I leaned in until the cold air seeped into my bones except where she touched me.
The warehouse’s shadows wrapped around us, and the world narrowed to the press of her breath, the tiny hitch in her chest when I grazed her jaw.
I wanted to hear every sound she made, catalog it, and memorize every sound when she became mine.
I tipped her chin up with a finger and kissed her slow and deep, waiting until I was forced to breathe before I ended the kiss. “They’ll keep. Unlike Saint Nick, we have more than enough time to check our inventory, and there’s such thing as a nice or naughty list.”
“I’d be on the naughty list.” Ash cupped Noelle’s ass and squeezed. “What do you say, Noelle? Time for another naughty ride?”
The suggestion in his tone brought a rosy color to Noelle’s cheeks.
Every damn wall I’d built to protect my heart, to protect her from me, crumbled at her scent.
Pieces sheared off when she pressed her fingertips to my chest.
The whole fucking thing came tumbling down at the warmth she carried.
I’d never known anything like this.
My heart squeezed and blood roared in my ears.
I’d never felt like this about anyone.
Ever.
I met Bishop’s gaze over her head.
His hands skimmed her shoulders and spine.
We all wanted the same thing.
Noelle smiled at him, at all of us.
Hell if she didn’t have a sparkle in her eyes that said she knew exactly what we wanted and was more than happy to give it to us.
She’d turned us soft in the best of ways.
I gathered her in my arms and drove the edge of authority and command into my voice. “Noelle.”
Her head snapped my way.
Curiosity and that same brilliant need I’d seen in my office flared to life. “Yes, Rafe?”
Her name on my tongue was supposed to be a warning, a promise.
It came out as a damned plea.
Ash and Bishop shifted behind her, giving me enough room to take control.
The heat of her body enveloped me, her breasts firm against my chest.
Her nipples hardened, and she let out a soft gasp when I flicked one with my thumb.
That fervent need to claim, to mark her as mine, obliterated everything else.
I lowered my hands to the hem of her shirt, already imagining all the wonderful, devious things I’d do to her body.
