“Do you seriously have to look this sexy all the time,” she mutters. I don’t even think she meant to say it, but I can’t help but answer her.
Those gentlemanly traits are very well ingrained, after all.
“I don’t think I’m the problem,” I murmur, my free hand on her waist. My thumb has a mind of its own, and it slides under her shirt in search of soft, warm skin. “Your nipples are mouth seeking missiles, baby. All I want to do is suck on them through your shirt. You’re sweetness and sin incarnate.”
“Oh.”
My head dips down for a more brazen open mouthed kiss, my inhibitions burning away as quickly as Clyde’s insides did. Winter eagerly kisses me back, and I swallow down her sweet little whimper.
“Fuck, I want more,” I groan.
“She could come around the corner at any second,” Winter hisses with wide eyes.
Ugh, she’s right. If anyone saw any part of her in a state of undress, I’d have to kill them. Just a taste…that’s all I need.
My finger pushes the thin strap on her tank top off her shoulder, and Winter glances at it with wide eyes.
“Shiloh,” she warns.
“Oops,” I say, my tongue swiping my bottom lip. “Can I have a taste, Kitten? Just a little one.”
Her chest is heaving with a heady mixture of excitement and arousal, and I can smell her cotton candy and rum scent. It’s making my head swim with need. I’ll fucking die without this.
“Yes, Alpha,” she whispers, swallowing hard. “You can.”
“Fuck,” I groan, pushing the other strap down so her tank top drops to expose her breasts. “You’re stunning. Be quiet, loud, I don’t fucking care, Kitten. I’ll make it up to her by buying all her goddamned rugs.”
I’m greedy as I push as much of her breast into my mouth as I can, my tongue flicking and sucking her nipple while I cover her other breast with my hand. Squeezing, teasing, pinching, I enjoy her efforts to stay quiet.
Winter writhes as she gasps and fists my hair, but alas, no nails.
“Mmm, such a perfect taste,” I say, pulling up her shirt before kissing her hard.
“Do you hear someone?” Winter squeaks out.
“Nope,” I chuckle, turning her body so her back is cradled against me. Kissing her rapid pulse in her neck, I add, “Maybe you should choose a rug before I get into trouble.”
“I’d tease you about getting intomoretrouble, but I suspect that wouldn’t be hard for you,” she mutters, still breathing hard.
Fuck, the entire aisle smells like the two of us. I love the way our scents are beginning to mingle together. Rum and oleander. Two things that could kill you under the right conditions.
“You’re not wrong,” I chuckle.
Now, it all depends on whether she can get her brain to function well enough to choose a damn rug. She’s a lot of fun, and the cork is definitely off my anxiety now.
It just needed a little motivation.
CASSIDY
Shiloh disappeared into a rug shop, but Abbott doesn’t seem too worried about it as we step into an art gallery. As I look around, I realize it’s also a school. The pieces have little plaques for those that attend it.
The writing is so small, I doubt Bellamy has noticed it yet in his excitement.
“Did you…?” I hiss at Abbott, knowing what I mean.
“I did know this was here, baby,” he says with a smirk. “There are some nice pieces here.”
“Ah, some of these people are really famous,” Bellamy croaks out, moving closer to see an author signature. “Holy shit…”
