A chagrined expression overtakes Marlowe’s face. “I can’t risk having other animals around. I might eat them. It has happened before.”
“Oh. Shit.”
“Yup.”
I stride ahead a few paces to open the back door for her. She leads the way into the kitchen but gestures for me to use the sink first. I soap up my hands, rinse them under the warm water, then grab a towel from the handle of the oven. It’s a flowery one. Smells like cinnamon.
When Marlowe finishes washing her hands, I pretend to pass her the towel. She grabs it, but I maintain my grip and pull, tugging her closer. She breaks into a huge smile.
“Stop smiling,” I murmur. “I want to kiss you.”
“Can’t help it. I’m happy. Although I probably shouldn’t be. My sister is going to make my life hell tomorrow.”
“What do you think she’ll do?”
Marlowe shrugs. “I’m not sure. We haven’t been in contact for a long time. But if the fight we had the other night is any indication, she’s gottenmoreviolent, not less.”
I toss the towel aside and take her waist in my hands. “Any chance you could push those worries to the back of your mind for a while? If not, I get it.”
“Hmm.” She taps her lips with a fingertip. “I might need some help with those worries. A distraction, perhaps.”
A dick-straction, says the part of my brain that’s still a teenage boy. I smother a laugh.
“What?” Marlowe asks.
“Nothing, just a dumb joke.”
“Tell me.”
“It’s so stupid—”
“Tell me.”
“I was thinking…” I take a deep breath. “Distraction… dickstraction.”
Her eyebrows lift. “You’re right. It’s the dumbest joke that ever existed.”
“Hey, you wanted to know.”
She slides her hand down my front and cups my inseam. “God, you’re hard.”
“Marlowe,” I say heavily. It’s a plea and a warning.
“Come on, big guy.” She grabs my belt buckle and tows me with her toward the living room. “Sit.” She shoves against my chest, pushing me onto one of the couches. Then she kneels in front of the couch, between my legs. “Open your pants.”
I’ve never undone a belt, a button, and a zipper so fast. She pries the opening of my jeans wider and eases my length through the slit of my boxers. Her perfect nose and plump lips are so close to my dick that I almost groan.
She sniffs delicately. “You showered before you came out here. I appreciate that.”
“Well, I figured… best practices and all,” I mutter.
“You get dumber when you’re aroused.” She smirks up at me. “It’s cute.” She licks me quickly, like she’s taking the first taste of a popsicle, and my whole body jerks at the slippery stroke.
“God.” I grab the couch cushions with both hands.
Her gaze travels to the corded muscles of my forearms and lingers there admiringly. “You’re strong. I love that.”
I know she’s stronger than me. She doesn’t show it off, but I can see it in the way she moves. Supernatural strength. Horse power. I almost chuckle, but she licks me again, and the flare of pleasure turns my brain as gooey as a roasted marshmallow.
