Page 118 of Night's Fall
I darted my eyes side to side.
His hand still curled around my neck squeezed. “Laura.”
I looked at him. “Okay, she might need a wee break.”
Instantly, but gently, slowly, and mind-bogglingly sweetly, he slid out.
He then fell to his back, but he pulled me around and tucked me to his side.
This very much worked.
New terrain.
I trailed my fingertips over the swells, peaks and valleys of his chest.
“You’re very easily seduced,” he told the ceiling.
I tipped my head back to look at him.
He dipped his jaw down to catch my eyes.
He looked satisfied, even arrogant.
It was hot.
“Don’t annoy me,”Iwarned. “Itmight mess with my enjoyment of the pot roast you made me.”
He immediately assumed an offended expression that wasn’t entirely playful.
“Prime rib roast, darling,” he corrected.
I smiled at him. “Butof course.”
He drifted his hand to the cheek of my bottom, but he simply cupped it before he said with a warning tone, “Wehave plans tonight,Laura.”
Of course, he’d steer us back to that.
I sighed. “Wedo.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Youdidn’t throw yourself at me to avoid them, did you?”
I made a mental note to load that in my arsenal for the future.
He squeezed my behind. “Isaw that.”
I focused on him. “Sawwhat?”
“You filing that away for future use.”
“I would never play those kind of games,”Isniffed (and lied).
He pulled me fully onto his chest and then tucked my hair behind my ears.
A lot of it still fell to curtain our faces anyway, but it was sweet how he did that.
“One thing that’s good to know.Mycreature andIare both a lot less tense, not only now that you’re home, but now thatI’vehad you.”
Not seemingly able to get enough of him, my fingertips trailed his jaw, then his neck, the column of his throat, his collarbone.
