Oh great. Not only had Christian turned her into a woman who giggled, he’d also turned her into a woman whoeeped. What came next? Flowers in her hair? Frilly dresses?Jeez!
“What?” Christian came up behind her. “What is it? What did you see?”
“Uh…Angel,” she said. “I saw him heading into the trees.”
“You’re certain it was Angel?” His hand on herhip, the feel of his cock pressed into the groove of her ass combined with his voice so near her ear to have her on the verge of losing her balance. Again.
“Of course. Who else would it be?” She stepped away from him before she melted into a foolish Emily puddle on the ground.
“Perhaps I should go investigate. I could—”
“It was Angel,” she assured him with a frown.
“But just tobe safe—”
“Ugh,” she grumped. “You are so clam-jamming me right now, man.”
“I beg your pardon.” He actually looked affronted. It was sort of cute. “What doesthatmean?”
“You know.” She rolled her hand. “Like cock-blocking, except for girls.”
A snort escaped him, and she could tell he was biting the inside of his cheek. “Such a way with words.” He shook his head, then nodded. “Rightthen.” He whipped the curtains away from her chest.
Sheeepedagain. Which made it official. She was aneeper.
“Let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?” He bent and scooped her into his arms. And damned if she didn’t giggle. “I was about to toss you on the bed and get you starkers.”
“Starkers?”
“Naked, darling.”
“Oh, then by all means.” She waved a lofty hand toward thebig four-poster bed with its cream and canary quilt and fat, fluffy pillows.
* * *
That’s right,Lawrence thought with a lip-curl of disgust.Go ahead and shag that skinny bird while you can, mate. It’ll be the last fuck you ever get.
He and Ben had stuck to the tree line and skirted ’round to the back of the manor house. Lawrence had made the mistake of stepping forward to get a betterlook at the movement he saw in the window when suddenly he’d been presented with a view of sweet little titties. Luckily, the dark-haired woman hadn’t seen him before he slipped back into the shadows of the forest.
“Too skinny for my taste,” Ben muttered, still watching the window.
“Skinny, fat, short, tall.” Lawrence shrugged. “As long as she’s got a pair of suckable nipples and a wetcunny, I’m in.”
Ben snorted. “He always said you lacked discerning tastes.”
“Who?” Lawrence asked. “Our esteemed brother?”
“Yeah.” Ben nodded.
“He was one to talk.” Lawrence chuckled. “You remember that time we were in London celebrating his acceptance into SAS training and he left the pub with that totty in six-inch heels?”
“The one who looked like she mighta had an Adam’sapple?”
“He ever tell you what happened after he went back to her hotel room?”
Ben shook his head.
“Me neither.” Lawrence grinned. “Which is funny ’cause you know how much he liked to brag about his conquests.”
