He wants tofeedme?
He shrugs. “I need to see you eat, Bonded. If you eat it, then I’ll give you the rest of your present.”
My hands clutch on the bear. “There’s more?”
He hums as he waves the fork. “Find out.”
Grumpily, I lean forward and take the food from the fork, my lips sliding off the tines and making Gray swallow as I pull back. “Good. More.”
“Can you make airplane noises too?” I ask haughtily. “I’m not sure I feel enough like a three year old.”
“Trust me,” he mutters, lifting up another piece. “That’s the last thing on my mind.”
It takes me a second, but I can feel the blush stealing up my cheeks, closely followed by an idea.
When I lean in next, I take my time, pushing my lips up and dragging my teeth back slowly. I follow it up with the most wanton fucking moan I can come up with, my eyes half-closing, and I’m rewarded by the sight my Soul Bonding choking on air.
Swallowing, I give him the sweetest smile I can. “Problem?”
“No,” he chokes out. “No problem.”
“Good. Because this isdelicious.”
Picking up a piece of strawberry from the plate, I slide it between my lips, taking in the way he follows my motions, his blue eyes dark.
He looks ravenous, and I swallow down the fruit, my amusement fading and replaced by somethingelse. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.
“I – I think I’m full,” I whisper, and he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.
“One more for me,” he says slowly. “Just like that, Bonded.”
Oh. Ohhhh. His voice is dark, raspy, sending a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with the cool morning air.
My heart thuds against my chest as he holds out the last forkful, my eyes staying fixed on his as I lean forward slowly, taking the food he offers.
His eyes don’t move from mine as I chew, swallowing the food down in a lump without tasting it. The only thing I’m aware of now is the way his scent is filling the room, twisting around me in smoky waves.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. His hand reaches out, his thumb swiping gently against my lower lip. I stare at him as he brings it to his lips, sucking off the syrup.
“Syrup and raspberries. Delicious, Sienna.”
There’s creaking outside, and my head shoots to the door, breaking the moment. I hear the bathroom door open, and I shuffle back from Gray. I need distance, before I do something I regret.
His face softens, and he grabs my hands. “Wait.”
“Gray—” My words cut off as he holds my hands together, turning them over and tipping something into them. My heart skips a beat when I look down.
Three little wooden baby bear cubs sit in my palms. One is curled up as if asleep, another up on its rear legs doing an adorable baby roar. The other is sat, back legs out and front paws placed between so he’s a little lopsided.
Ilovethem. I can feel the smile spread across my face, almost painfully unfamiliar.
“They’re nothing special,” Gray murmurs, “but I’m making do.”
My head jerks up, my hands curling protectively around them. “I think they’re amazing. Do you have any more?”
His cheeks pink. “I’ll make you more, if you like them.”
“I do,” I say softly. Turning to the nightstand, I arrange them so they’re gathered around the mama bear. “You have a gift, Gray.”
