Page 96 of My Monster's Keeper
“You will go and get dressed, my flame.”
I gulp and tremble. “My flame?”
“You’re my flame,” Frost whispers. “Now, go get dressed so we can go play.”
I blink a couple of times and then slip out from beside him, inching my way along the wall until I reach the door frame. I hesitate.
“Don’t do anything. Just stay here and wait.” I turn away and then turn back. “No fighting. I mean it.”
I go back to that big room but stop because my clothes aren’t here. I’m not sure where they are. Wilder knocks on the door. I whirl around, and he passes me a huge suitcase.
“Diablos had these brought for you,” Wilder scowls. “I’m sorry we did not think-” I cut him off with a hard kiss.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
I quickly go through the suitcase, and when I realise Wilder’s not leaving, I pull off his t-shirt and quickly pull on my own clothes.
I know he’s watching me. I kinda love it and take extra time, pulling my jeans up over my ass.
“Are you done?” Wilder asks when I stand up from putting my boots on.
“Yep.”
“Did you enjoy that?”
I bat my lashes. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Wilder grabs my wrist and spins me back towards him as easily as if I were floating. I hit his chest, and his hands capture my ass, slotting us together. His cock is hard, there’s no hiding it, he’s just too big.
“I enjoyed your show,” Wilder murmurs and squeezes. I stand up on my tiptoes, tilting my hips and gripping his shoulders.
“Wilder,” I moan.
He tenses his fingers and slowly lifts me up. His muscles bulge, and I stare at them, rapt, until I end up looking in his eyes, our faces on the same level.
“Kiss me,” I plead.
I don’t know why I’m so desperate, so achy, so needy, but I can barely think straight. What’s wrong with me? As soon as that thought appears, it vanishes and is forgotten.
I’ve barely gotten the words out when he presses his lips to mine. In two seconds, I’m wrapped around him. His hands lift to cup my cheeks as I open my mouth for more. But then I tear away, looking down. What?
His hands aren’t holding me up anymore. Vines have locked us together. As they tighten and flex, they move my body against his, joining us tighter.
Holy crap. This is way cool and so fucking hot.
I feel like I’m on fire when I look back into Wilder’s eyes.
“We have to go,” Wilder says regretfully. “But we will finish this later.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” I murmur.
I can’t hide the smile or the happy feelings that are flowing through me. I’m freaking floating. Let’s go kick some creature's butt so I can come back here and do that again.
The vines curl over me and lift me away from him. As soon as my toes touch the ground, they retract and vanish.
Wilder puts a hand on my lower back and guides me back to the kitchen.
“Oh, look, everyone’s alive,” I say with a happy grin.
