He brushed his fingers through Crush’s short hair, his throat growing tight at the bright, intense emotion in Crush’s eyes.
Slowly, Killian trailed his fingertips over Crush’s face, following the arch of his thick eyebrows, the contours of his cheeks down to his jaw.
Crush let him. He watched as Killian scraped his fingers through his stubble, slowly rubbing circles that edged closer to his full lips.
Killian swallowed. Was Crush’s mouth as soft as it looked?
Would Crush let Killian touch his lips?
Carefully, Killian brushed his thumb over the alpha’s lower lip, gasping at its soft velvety skin. What would it feel like to caress it with his own lips?
He leaned in, holding his breath. Maybe, maybe Crush would let him...
Crush’s tongue flicked out, wetting his lips.
“It’s so pink,” Killian blurted. “Like a cute triangle of wriggly flesh.”
Then the words sank into his brain.
“Did I really say that? To your face?” he squeaked in horror.
Crush’s eyes crinkled; his mouth curved into that familiar grin.
“Oh, gods,” Killian whispered, promptly turning away. “I can’t believe I was going to... to...”
He managed to slap his hands over his mouth before the words slipped out.
“To...?” Crush raised his eyebrows.
“Nothing!” Killian’s face burned as he hurried out of the room.
Hansel snickered. “That wasamazing.”
Had he been listening to all of that? Killian realized he didn’t care; he just needed to not feel so embarrassed.
Still naked, he leaped onto the king-sized bed, burrowing under the covers so no one could see him.
“Sweetheart,” Crush rumbled. Heavy footsteps followed Killian into the bedroom. Clothing rustled and thumped onto the floor.
Then the other side of the covers lifted; Crush got into bed next to him.
Instead of lying down or sitting upright, Crush shuffled all of his giant body under the covers too, curling up next to Killian in the semi-darkness. His eyes flashed gold.
“What’re you doing here?” Killian whispered.
“Joining you in bed,” Crush whispered back. “I thought you should know—you’re beautiful no matter what you say or do.”
Killian wrinkled his nose. “Even if I fart?”
Crush sighed. “Do you think there’s anyone in the world whodoesn’tfart?”
“Um. The richest alpha in the world?”
Crush snorted. “Nope. That alpha farts too. And poops. And probably clogs up the toilet sometimes.”
“Really?”
“Yup. Let me tell you a story. Remember how I got rich selling my game? Before that, back when I still owned it, I had atonof investors courting me. I was invited to a bunch of fancynetworking events where the rich and famous rubbed shoulders with each other.” Crush paused, leaning in. “Bunny, I met alotof people I had only seen on TV before then. Do you remember the actor who played Super Alpha? He was there too. He was kind of stuck up, so I only watched him from a distance. I happened to notice when he ducked into the restroom.”
