“It did. I mean, I think it did. But what the hell do I know about that?”
“You know enough to get her there in the first place.”
“If you remember, that was your suggestion.”
“Yeah, so I’m your better half. We already knew that.”
With a laugh, he slid an arm around her waist and tugged her up against him. “It’s more than that. It’s comin’ back from that session to find Wanda talkin’ trash about you right to your face, and then that call from Cole…”
“Why the hell are you still thinkin’ about Wanda? Because I’m sure as fuck not.”
“Maybe not now, but it bothered you then.”
“It did not.”
“Don’t even try to play it like that. This is me you’re talkin’ to.”
“What makes you so sure you know how I was feelin’?”
Because he knew her and could read her moods by her body language. Knew that when she was really happy, she couldn’t sit still, how when she was anxious, she tapped her feet. Knew when she was excited, she would poke and prod whoever she was with, so they were excited, too.
“You crack your knuckles when you’re pissed, and you were doin’ it so much I could hear it before I even got out of the car.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Oh, you think you know me so well, huh?”
Undoubtedly. “I do.”
“You think that’s only one-sided?”
“What do you mean?”
“You might’ve known I was pissed talkin’ to her, but I know you’re gonna need something more than the Winchester brothers to get your mind off everything from today if you have any chance of fallin’ asleep tonight.”
“Is that right?”
“Mhmm…”
“And do you have any ideas on how to do that?”
“A few…” She straddled his lap and settled in, rocking herself against where he was very quickly perking up at her attention. She captured his bottom lip between hers, sucking it into her mouth, her tongue a wet caress that sent shock waves straight to his cock.
He groaned and palmed her ass, pulling her up and against him. Grinding her pussy against where he was hard and aching for her. The last thing they should be doing was fucking again. It only continued blurring that line between friends and whatever the hell they’d become. Made him fall a little bit more for her each time he sank inside.
But fuck if he was going to stop.
“Would these ideas involve us gettin’ naked, by any chance?” he asked against her mouth.
“They might, actually. But since a demon has possessed Owen’s body at some point in the past twenty-four hours—”
“Or he’s teething,” Asher said wryly.
“I don’t know. I think mine’s probably more plausible.”
They shared a laugh as Nat leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she rocked over him. “Regardless of the reason, we need to get as much sleep as we can. Because we both know he’ll be wakin’ one of us up in the middle of the night. Which means I need to work my magic.”
The kiss was slow initially. At least until the first swipe of her tongue, and then all bets were off as he sucked her into his mouth. As he cupped her ass, gripping her tight, not wanting to let her go.
By the time she pulled back enough to yank her shirt up and off, they were both trying to catch their breath. Though at that particular point, he didn’t much care if he suffocated. He’d gladly give up oxygen if it meant her lips remained on his.
