Sly opens the side door as Pete approaches. He yanks down his hood and offers us a big smile. “It’s all clear. Doesn’t look like anyone is living there right now. Jagger’s keeping an eye out while I came to get you guys.”
I practically leap over Sly’s lap, throwing my arms around Pete’s neck to hug him. “Oomph! You miss me or something, angel?”
“I was worried,” I whisper as he pulls me out of the van, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I got Wren, you guys good with the bags?” he asks, looking back at Sly and Dex.
“Yeah, go on, get her secured.”
“He makes me sound like a prisoner,” I mumble as Pete carries me across the street.
“That’s right. You’re my little prisoner.” He grins at me as we move around the side of the house. “That means I get to order you around.”
“You think so?” I ask, rubbing my nose along his neck to try and get a good whiff of him.
“I know so.”
There are no lights on, so we step through the back door into darkness, but I’m still able to find Jagger quickly. I leap off of Pete and run to him. I jump up, and he catches me as I cling to him.
“She was worried about us,” Pete says in amusement as Jagger sways me back and forth.
After a few moments, he sets me down on the kitchen counter, and I yelp as the cold hits the back of my bare thighs. Jagger just stares at me, looking amused. His hands move to my knees as he slowly pushes them apart and steps between them.
My dress bunches up toward my hips, not that anyone can see much, the house is completely dark. They obviously don’t want to turn on the lights and alert anyone we’re in here. His heated blue eyes stare down at me as he raises his hands to cup my cheeks.
His eyes drop to my mouth, and I suck in a sharp breath, my pulse speeding up as I lick my lips in anticipation. Slowly, he lowers his head, and my eyes close right before his lips touch mine in the briefest of kisses.
He starts to move away, so my hands shoot forward, grabbing his shirt and pulling him back to me. Somewhere in my mind, I hear Pete chuckling in the background, but Jagger has all my attention.
When our lips touch this time, he doesn’t kiss me softly. He’s like a soldier who’s been deployed for years and has finally come home to reconnect with the woman he loves. He devours me, his arms engulfing me tightly as his tongue commands mine. He’s relentless as he completely obliterates my panties. They’ve never been this wet before.
I try to move closer, to rub myself against him, but we don’t seem to be at the right height.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Sly says, sounding not sorry at all aswe pull apart. “I know you haven’t seen each other in… fifteen entire minutes. But can we get this place secured first?”
“First?” I slap my hand over my mouth in surprise.
I didnotmean to ask that out loud.
Sly places a duffel bag on the counter beside me as his eyes roam my face, taking a few seconds to take in my swollen lips.
“Yes, first we secure the house, then we can take care of you.”
My eyes widen, and I have to bite my lips to stop myself from asking whattake care of memeans.
“Pete, show us a bedroom where Wren can sleep. Let’s get her settled first.”
I’m surprised when, instead of grabbing the bag, Sly nudges Jagger out of the way and lifts me off the counter, carrying me bridal style down the hall behind Pete.
My fingers absently play with the buttons on his shirt, undoing the top one so I can touch his heated skin beneath. He has a smattering of hair there that I love to run my fingers through.
“Wren…” he says in warning.
“Sorry. Do you not want me to touch?” My heart sinks as I pull my hand out of his shirt.
He frowns down at me, following Pete into a bedroom. “You can always touch me.”
“You’re confusing.”
