Chapter 33
Rowe
We crash inside the house, kicking shoes off, unbuttoning shirts. Me unbuttoning his, actually—the few buttons that it has. I push Pane’s shirt up over his neck, breaking the kiss only long enough for him to yank it off and toss it onto the floor.
My God, his body. His abs are so hard, and they quiver when I run a finger down them.
He grabs my hand and says through a kiss, “No tickling.”
“Is that your weakness?” I joke. “The thing that will bring down the great Pane Maddox?”
“There is nothing that will bring me down.”
The confidence in this one is dizzying.
Pane moves to kick the front door shut with his foot, but I hear a small stampede making their way up the steps. “Wait.”
I break the kiss and look through the doorway to find all the piggies are out of the fence. What in the world?
A tree branch waves to me.
Of course it does.
The piggies race to the front door. Their faces practically glow with glee.Finally!I’m sure they’re thinking.They’re letting us in.
They spill into the foyer, sliding on their butts and bumping into one another.
Pane takes one look at them. One look at me. “Screw it.” He plants a breathy kiss on my lips. “They can stay in the house tonight.”
When they’re all inside,thenhe kicks the door shut.
The house shudders briefly, and I notice that no vines sprout up from under the floorboards. No windows are opened by branches.
The house is eerily quiet, as if it’s holding its breath in anticipation of what comes next.
“You sure about the piggies?” I tease a few of the dark hairs sprouting on his chest with my finger. “This is breaking one of your rules.”
“I’m pretty sure you and I are about to break every single rule wenevermade,” he murmurs in my hair.
Fair enough.
He carries me upstairs as if I weigh nothing more than a feather, enters my bedroom, kicksthatdoor shut, too, and places me on the bed so that I’m sitting on the edge of it. Moonlight spears the blinds, illuminating both of us. He kneels between my legs and kisses me until I’m moaning.
He chuckles into my mouth. “That good, huh?”
I entwine my arms around his neck. “You are the best kisser.”
He is. I could dive into one of his kisses and live there forever. Pane smiles, and in my chest, a thousand butterflies take flight.
He rubs the back of his hand against my cheek, and when he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkle. I catch his hand and lift it to my lips, kissing each red knuckle.
“You didn’t have to punch Luke.”
He frowns. “Yes, I did, and tomorrow I’m calling the police. Theyaregoing to pay for the damages.”
“You toldthemnot to call.”
He winks. “Because I hoped that we’d be busy tonight.”
