“Cookies before dinner, Dea?” My voice drops, a soft warning. “That could earn you a punishment.”
She relaxes a little, the corners of her mouth curving. “Hmm… fromScythe?”
My jaw clenches.
Fuck.
I curse myself for the surge of heat that pools low in my stomach, and the stupid twist of jealousy.
Of myself.
Of the part of me she craves when she’s feeling wicked.
I groan under my breath, dragging a hand down my face. “Dea, IamScythe.”
She shakes her head slowly, eyes gleaming with mischief. “No.Santo is soft for me. Scythe is more fun.”
That does it.
I lunge, pinning her back against the couch with my hands on either side of her. She squeals, laughing as I nip at her neck.
“Don’t make me jealous of myself,” I growl against her skin.
“You’re ridiculous,” she giggles.
“And you’re bratty.” I kiss along her jaw, then lower, catching her earlobe between my teeth. “Fun, huh? Let’s see how fun you think he is when I ruin you for cookies.”
Her gasp is quickly swallowed by my mouth, crashing over hers. Hot, possessive,mine.
She kisses me back like she wants to swallow the growl in my throat.
Until her foot nudges the coffee table.
Clatter.
The cookie plate crashes to the floor, a few treats rolling under the coffee table.
She gasps and jerks up. “My cookies!”
I pull back just enough to see the devastation on her face, and I almost laugh.
My poor Dea and her love of treats.
I scoop her up into my arms before she can protest.
She yelps, hands flying to my shoulders. “Santo!”
“I have somethingbetterthan cookies for you.”
My voice is low and dark and full of promise as I carry her up the stairs.
Chapter 6
Caught in the Glow
It’s a miracle I slipped out of Santo’s arms without detection. But I have a brilliant idea and I need more than the two minutes he usually gives me to breathe alone.
I quickly grab the LED lights I purchased and never used.
