Chewing, she kneels on the carpet and finishes her bite, pointing to the details I’ve written under each guest. “This is very clever.”
Smiling, I place myself next to her, crossing my long legs before grabbing another piece of paper and writing:WHO DONE IT.“It reminded me of what Thistle did in her dining room, when she invited Featherton round for a cup of tea. I thought you'd appreciate this.”
“It's pretty morbid.”
“I can make it fancier with red string? Like in the movies.” That grants me a little chuckle, but I see the worry start to set again between her brows. “I think it's necessary, Roo. Starling isn’t backing down on asking us all questions only about you. He barely cared about where I was on Friday and I punched the guy. I don't know if he told you, but they think it was one of the guests. One of us. If we can—I don't know, sleuth? If we can figure out someone's motive, maybe we can change his mind. Prove he’s wrong.” She drops her head and I can’t help but take her hand, rubbing my thumb soothingly against her palm. “I don't want you to be suspected of something you didn't do.” I whisper.
“I love your faith in me.”
“I know we've only just met, but I know you wouldn't do anything like this. You're kind and soft, in all the best ways.” Her cheeks flush pink and I can't help the laugh that escapes,because she’s so adorable but fucking sexy. “I think we should fill in all the details of everything we both know combined, and then we can go question the others. Phoenix agrees it’s a good idea to find the rest of the secrets.” Neither of us mention my secret from last night, which is for the best. I know it scared her off.
“We should fill our names in first. Cardinal told me what he was doing all weekend, you can ask the guys and I’ll chat with Lil.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and nod, the guy still getting under my skin. I didn’t think he was as bad guy, I just really didn’t fucking appreciate his attention on her. Not when my attention would be way more fun.
“I originally wrote a scene where Thistle didn’t trust Detective Featherton at all. When he tried to change up her murder board, she made another with just his face and tried to work out how she could pin it all on him, just out of spite.”
“That’s so Thistle.”
“Right?!” Robin exclaims and slaps my thigh, leaving her hand there which means her body is slightly leaning forward. My gaz falls to her lips and I fantasise about kissing her all over again. My skin buzzes with electricity thinking about how soft they are and how they make me all melty. Looking into her whisky golden eyes, I don’t miss when they dip, looking at my lips too. I’m not a shy guy but I don’t want to fuck anything up when it comes to making her mine. I’ve decided it’s non-negotiable. I’m going to keep her.
Her lids flutter shut and I press our lips together. I feel her body surrender, placing my hands on her waist, I lift her with ease until she’s sat on my lap. Her legs straddle me and I run my palm down the length of her thigh. Goosebumps rise on her skin and it sends a jolt of heat through my entire being. This kiss is hungry and urgent, like we’ll both cease to exist if we stop. She lets me take full control, so I deepen the kiss by tilting her headback with my finger pressed under her chin. I wrap my other hand around her waist, keeping her to me, but she’s shifting to get closer. Her movements wake up my dick which to be honest, is never asleep around her. I run my tongue softly over her bottom lip and she opens for me, a combined moan emanating from us both. It’s like her tongue is welcoming mine home, like we’ve done this a million times in just this lifetime alone. It’s as soft as velvet and I can’t stop kissing her, touching her, running my hand up her side.
My hand leaves her chin and I wrap it around her throat, squeezing lightly. Our kissing pauses as her breath catches, pulse quickening under my fingertips but then her mouth finds mine again with increased need. A low hum of approval buzzes in my throat and I can’t help but smile against her lips. She likes that, which makes my dick leak pre-cum, I can feel it wet against the fabric of my pants. It’s so firm against my zipper that it physically hurts, but I don’t want to scare her off by shifting my hips to ease the pain. Robin wants to kiss me right now, but considering the stress she’s under, I don’t know if it would be right to go any further.
Pulling away from her lips, I take my hand off her neck and trace her soft cheek. “Are you kissing me as a distraction?” I just need to know what this is.
Opening her eyes, her finger traces the foliage tattoo on the side of my face whilst the other runs through my hair.
“No, I wanted to kiss you more after the first time.” She rests her forehead against mine, breathing quickly. “I know the timing sucks, but I don’t think I can fight this Wren. I want you.”
Closing my eyes, I use her words to anchor me in the moment. “Good. I don’t think I could handle it if this was only a reaction to the stress of what's happened.” I say, brushing my lips against hers again. This kiss is long, soft and leaves my head spinning. Breathing seems like a waste of time because all I want to do isindulge in this time we have together. “However, I’m totally fine with us trauma bonding like this. Use me all you want, Baby.”
She giggles and it tickles my lips, so with a playful growl I bite her gently. My arms are fully wrapped around her waist and her hands have found their way again into my hair again.
“You’re so silly,Baby.” she mocks, deepening her voice to mimic my own.
“I’ll be anything you want me to be, Sweetheart.”
She’s silent for a moment and I search her eyes, watching as her smile falters and she chews her now swollen bottom lip. “What is it you want Wren? I don’t think we should, you know. I don’t want to do anything here, in this house. Is that all you want?”
I don’t pause, I don’t need to think about what I want, because I just want her in any way she’ll allow. The choice and power will always be hers. “I want you to be mine. I know it might sound insane because we’ve only just met, but I feel like I’ve known you for years. It's like something in your fucking blood sings to me and it’s so hard to stay away. I don't want to. If having sex is off the table until we leave the hotel, that's absolutely fine,” I stroke a hand through her loose curls. Holding her upper body with my other arm, leaning forward until her back is a whisper from the carpet. “When I fuck you, I want to be the only person that consumes your mind. It won't be for a distraction, we won't be plagued by insane games or detectives. I’ll have your undivided attention and you'll love every moment I plan to spend worshiping your body.”
Pink hues tint her cheeks and I smirk, loving how her body always betrays her. In a flash I nip her bottom lip again with my canine and she gasps, allowing my tongue to carcass hers. Robin seems to love when I take control.
Pulling back, I plant a final small kiss on her nose. “That ok?” I ask, because she hasn’t yet said anything to my admission of wanting her.
She nods before clearing her throat. “Yep. Sounds good to me.”
I smirk. “Have I rendered you speechless, Wife?”
“Oh stop with that. I've never done anything like this with anyone like you, so forgive me if my mouth and brain need a little time to catch up with one another.”
I laugh. “Someone like me?”
“Someone famous. I'm a little boring in comparison. I'm not used to being intimate with someone so confident either. Don't get me wrong, it's relaxing, actually not having to think so much into what I’m doing.”
Sitting us up, I lean back so she can catch my full expression of disbelief. This woman seriously undervalues herself relentlessly. “You are far from boring. You're mesmerising, captivating, a fucking vision and you have a wicked sense of humour. I don't like miscommunication either, so you'll always get the straight up truth with me. Roo, I like you a lot and I want everything to be in your court so you can feel safe with me. I'll be so good to you.” I press my hand to her chest and lean in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You could never be boring.” I whisper against her head.
