Maybe that should be scary.
Instead…it just feels like fate.
I snag a cookie, fold and pocket the note.
Then make my way upstairs.
Poking my head into Chloe’s room, I see she’s out, her arms and legs akimbo, her blanket barely holding on.
I huff out a laugh as I tuck her back in then scratch the sleepy heads of Olive and Pear who settle on top of the comforter the moment I finish. Then I’m dodging the stuffed toys on the floor as I slip from the room and close the door, leaving an inch for the kittens to get out as need be.
There’s a light on in my bedroom, forming a softly illuminated triangle on the carpet.
I push through, expecting to see Finn curled up on my side of the bed, her breathing slow and even.
Instead…
Holyfuck.
She’s sitting up, eyes on me, and she’s wearing?—
“Stitch,” I rasp.
Maybe it’s less what she’s wearing and more how fucking incredible she looks in the sheer scraps of lace that are masquerading as clothes.
“Hey,” she says, standing and coming over to me.
“I—”
But I can’t get any other words out.
Watching her walk to me, her breasts lovingly cupped in lace, that pussy of hers I crave like nothing else exposed more than it’s hidden by her see-through underwear, steals them from my tongue.
She’s—
“Beautiful.”
Her face warms, but she doesn’t reply. And she doesn’t stop. Not until her body is flush against mine, until her hands are on my shoulders and she’s lifting on tiptoe and?—
She’s kissing me.
I’ve only been gone a few days, but fuck, I’ve missed her.
So the moment her lips hit mine, the moment she’s slipping her tongue in to tangle with mine, my control disappears.
Groaning, I scoop her up, barely having the forethought to close and lock the door behind us.
Then I’m carrying her across the room, dropping her onto the bed, and I’m kissingher.
No. I’m devouring her.
Feeling all that silky skin under my palms, molding her curves with my hands. Kissing her until she pushes at my chest, pants, “I was planning on attacking you.”
“No.”
I suck her nipple through her bra, her cry of pleasure wrapping itself around my cock.
“But you said I could tackle you any time I want,” she says breathlessly, her hands tight in my hair.
