I lean back. “Snacks.”
He groans, but releases me. “And possible death by humping.”
I laugh. “Not a bad way to go.”
“Depends on the situation. If it’s my Captain Consentless, I’d rather not.”
“I’ll protect you.” I give a peck on his lips.
“You said you’re using me to protect yourself.”
“I am. I just wanted you to feel safe.”
He lets out a huff of a laugh. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Apparently, you’re the lucky one because Sir Thrustington has never tried to mount my leg.”
He groans, dragging a hand down his face, and I take the opportunity to slip out of his arms and continue down the hallway.
Every step sounds amplified. The soft brush of fabric against our feet. Our breathing.
The house holds every noise like it’s listening.
Halfway, a floorboard gives a traitorous little creak.
I stop so fast that he collides with me. Solid chest to my back. A softoof. His hands catch my waist before I tip forward.
What is with this man and constantly bumping into me?
His palms span my waist, warm and steady, and thumbs flex like he doesn’t want to let go. My stomach flips hard.
I bite down on a laugh and press my face into his shoulder until the moment passes. He smells like soap, him, and something warm I want to bury myself in.
“See?” I smile at him. “We’re fine.”
“So far.” He kisses my nose. “All this for whipped cream.”
“Whipped cream?”
He grins. “You said you wanted something sweet, right?”
“Yes, but I meant like a cookie or something.”
“Cookies aren’t nearly as fun as whipped cream.”
My pulse spikes. “Fun?”
“Mhm.” He watches me, fear gone, replaced with that slow, wicked look that makes my knees soft. “And you’re gonna lick it off the beater for me.”
My thoughts scatter. The words don’t land all at once. Just heat, breath, and the way my body reacts before my mind can catch up.
“I guess it’s not like we’re doing anything wrong,” I whisper, voice thin and breathless.
His chuckle is dark. “Oh, baby.” His lips skim my cheek. “We’re about to do all kinds of wrong.”
Heat floods me fast and hot.
For half a second, I picture him pinning me to the wall, and my grip tightens.
