“Careful,” his voice rumbled into her ear as his fingers dug into her skin. “You givethatany more love, and you’ll be able to hang whatever you want off of it, including yourself.”
Piper sucked in a sharp breath, falling perfectly still, and then she devolved into another fit of giggles that she stifled against his chest. His body shook with more silent laughter as he pressed his mouth to the top of her head. The animated children sang, and the credits finally rolled.
“Time for bed,” Piper announced to the room a little louder than she intended and slid herself off Kol’s lap, grabbing his hand as she went. She stumbled in the darkness, tugging him along behind her before any of the others could get up, and made it to the stairs.
“Watch it, Pipsqueak,” Kol cautioned as she missed a step in her mad scramble upward, but she only laughed more, focusing all of her energy on getting to the head of the stairs.
The noise of the others rose to meet them over the balcony above, but Piper quickly diverted into her bedroom and yanked him inside.
“Piper, what are you—”
She didn’t let him finish, shoving Kol up against the closed door and crushing her mouth to his.
16
Beating Out A Confession
Piper was maybe the messiest kisser Kol had ever endured, but he didn’t care—he wanted nothing more than to practice with her for as long as it took to get her on track, and then longer still.
She was attempting to climb him, another thing he was perfectly fine with despite its strangeness. He had thought every wiggle and brush during the movie an accident at first—a torture well deserved for pulling her onto his lap because he selfishly wanted to be close after a day spent apart—and surely she had no idea touching the tips of his ears would send a jolt straight to his cock, but then she hadn’t stopped when he’d whispered a warning against the back of her head.
As her leg hooked over his hip and she tried to find purchase around his neck to get their groins level, he needed no more hints. Whatever happened when he was gone had flipped some switch, turned off her self-imposed overthinking, reluctant brain, and made her go absolutely wild.
Oh, shit.
“How much,”—he evaded one of her bites—“of that spiked cocoa,”—she stole a kiss that he gave back before pulling away again—“did you have?”
With the strength of a much bigger being, Piper wrenched him away from the door and tossed him on the bed before throwing herself down atop him. “Just one mug,” she said breathlessly.
Kol gripped her shoulders and held her at arm’s length for a long moment. Her dark hair had fallen out of its ponytail to cascade alongside her reddened cheeks, her lips were swollen and parted, and her eyes shimmered in the dim twinkle lights of the bedroom. Gods, she was beautiful.
Kol dragged her down and devoured her mouth. She squealed against his lips, fingers struggling to make sense of the buttons on his flannel. He suffered under that same eagerness because being away from her had made him mad too. His touch roved up under her sweater, hands finding lacy material pulled taut over full breasts.
Then she suddenly sat up, giggling as she straddled his hips. He caught his breath, lips given a momentary reprieve from her feverish kisses, but she settled all her weight right onto his cock, and he knew he’d never have relief again until he was inside her. “You’re awfully ticklish.” He trailed his fingers down her ribs, reveling in the way she wiggled atop him.
“No, it’s just,”—she snorted—“you were grabbing my boobs.”
Kol’s hands fell still on her waist. “You’re sure you didn’t sneak some extra rum?”
“Nuh uh,” she said with all the sweetness of unspiked hot chocolate. He wanted to believe her despite the glassiness of her eyes and the clumsiness of her pawing, especially when she rolled her hips to grind the heat between her legs along the length of his cock—the cock he hadn’t touched in six days while sleeping beside her every night. “I did have a glass of wine though!” And then she finally found the hem of his shirt and ran her hands along his bare skin as she sloppily pressed her mouth to his neck.
Even though the feel of Piper’s tongue on his pulse and her soft fingers on his stomach were so close to exactly what he wanted, they were also miles away from how he wanted it. Kol regrettably took her by the waist, and in one quick move, rolled her onto her back. Piper’s breathless gasp as she hit the bed was another torment, her massive eyes momentarily frightened like a small creature surprised out in the wood, but then she devolved into another squealing giggle.
“Just one glass?” he asked, dodging another kiss as he hovered over her.
“Just one.” Piper set her face stony, the lights glinting in her massive, dark pupils.
If she was able to hold still, that probably meant she was telling the truth. He waited, and so did she. This wasn’t how he’d imagined it—he really thought Piper would need a lot more coaxing to blossom into the writhing, panting version of herself that he suddenly had pinned beneath him—but then absolute devilry flashed in her eyes.
She lifted a hand and held up two fingers. “Promise it was just one—scout’s honor,” she whispered then lifted a third finger. “Or is this how you do it?”
A growl rumbled up through Kol’s throat. “However many you can take.” He buried his face into her neck, and she moaned, arching against him. But as he ran his tongue up to her ear, she snorted again, and her hands got even clumsier, slapping at his sides. When he pulled back, he took a deep breath, the boozy smell on her breath unmistakable, and now it was on his too. “Piper.”
She gasped at the bite in his voice and clamped her mouth shut, innocence injected into the doe-eyed stare she gave him. He waited because he knew, and then she sighed with a hefty roll to her eyes. “Aunt Deb mighta refilled that one glass three or four times.”
“What is that, a whole bottle?”
“Probably with the way Deb pours.”
