I laugh and slap a hand over my mouth to trap the sound.
Now I can’t retreat to my room, not that we’ve gotten far. We’re still standing in my doorway with the door open behind us.
One step. That’s all we’ve made it. Pathetic.
But I like a good challenge, and I like Cash’s reaction even more. This big man afraid of a tiny little dog. It’s adorable.
“You laugh, but it wasn’t Lord Pelvis pounding against your leg.”
More laughter shakes through me.
He clears his throat. “I don’t think it was very funny.”
“I’m sure they’re tucked away with their masters for the night.”
“And if they’re not?”
I tilt my head to look at him. “Then I’m jumping on your back when they attack.”
I dash away before he can reply. The floorboards betray me with a long, hollow creak, and I freeze mid-step only a few feet down the hallway.
Heartbeat thundering.
Listening.
Waiting.
His chuckle travels to me, and I hear the door click shut behind him. Each step of his is loud and bold. No stealth whatsoever.
“You’re going to wake up everyone,” I hiss at him when he presses against my backside.
His chest is solid heat at my back. His hands slide to my hips.
It feels good.
He feels good.
My body melts before my brain can protest.
“We can turn back now.” His hand slides around my front and cups my breast. “There are cinnamon buns on your nightstand we could nibble on.” He nibbles on the side of my throat. “But this tastes much better.”
I press my lips together to keep from giggling or moaning—or both. My knees actually wobble—traitor knees.
“We’re doing this,” I say.
His mouth presses hot against my ear. “This is how people die in horror movies.”
“Those people don’t have snacks made by you.” He nibbles my earlobe, and my spine curves into him automatically, like I’m magnetized.
Too easy. Too tempting.
His lips press mine, and we’re locked in another kiss. It’s been like this since we towel-dried. Kissing.
Touching.
Licking.
The affection hasn’t stopped, and I don’t want it to. Except right now, we’re on a mission.
