“This is kidnapping, you know,” I said.
“You’re my mate; everyone in the building knows. Not a soul is going to intervene.”
“Good thing I like you,” I said as I relaxed and tried to find a spot on his ass I could bite.
“Don’t bite me unless you want to be ass up in the back of your hearse getting reamed in the parking garage.”
“Kinky,” I said.
He smacked my butt as we made our way down the elevator and out of the building. Everyone wished us a good weekend. I cheerfully replied to them all, though Angel ignored every one of them.
“I wasn’t really flirting,” I said as we hit the parking garage. “I think Woodward is into Ezra.” And maybe vice versa, since our grumpy puppy shifter had been his shadow the whole week.
Angel finally set me down next to my car, but not before giving my ass one last warning smack. I straightened my shirt and patted my stinging butt. “Ow.”
He studied me with his gaze, then finally sighed as he threw our bags in the back seat. “I noticed.”
“Woodward and Ezra?”
“Yes.”
“Then...?”
Angel backed me up against the side of the car, caging me in, his voice a low growl as his lips hovered above mine. “You’re mine.”
“But he doesn’t really want me.”
“You’re a means to an end.”
I swallowed hard as I stared into his dark amber gaze, floored that this beautiful, sexy man wanted me at all. “For everyone but you, right?”
Angel’s growl vibrated against my lips. “For everyone but me.”
Then he kissed me like we weren’t in a parking garage, all teeth and tongue and barely restrained hunger. His hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me flush against him until I couldn’t tell where his heartbeat ended and mine began. When he finally broke away, we were both breathing hard, and I was ready to climb him like a tree.
“Maybe we should order delivery and just go home?” I tried to sound neutral, like I didn’t want to drag him to my bedroom and plaster myself all over him.
He leaned into me; breath warm on my face. “It means we’ll have to go out tomorrow and get groceries and supplies. I’d rather run now and have you in bed all weekend.”
“Oh, that sounds nice.”
He yanked open the passenger door and stepped back so I could get in.
“Is this normal?” I asked as I sank into the seat and pulled on my belt.
“What?” Angel asked as he got in the driver’s seat.
“Needing you this much.”
He hesitated, fists tightening on the seatbelt he clicked into place. “Yes.”
“It’s your incredible charm that makes me want to ride you into the sunset? Or our bond?”
He tipped his head my way. “I’d like to think it’s both. The bond and that you like me.” He leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Is this better timing?” he asked.
I blinked, trying to remember what we were talking about. Then it clicked, and I blurted, “No, it’s too soon.”
“Says who?” Angel asked.
