Page 39 of Banished Mates
That seemed to distract him enough if the shock was anything to go off of. At this point I would try anything to get Rowan not to lose it. Humans couldn’t know about us. Fortunately, we were in our human form, so the observer wouldn’t have a clue about anything supernatural. He’d simply think of us as a horny couple making out in a truck.
There was movement from the corner of my eye. Shit, I was going to lose Rowan.
I jerked forward and pressed my mouth to his. He froze against my lips, staring into my eyes. At his second blink, I slipped my tongue out and lapped at his lips.
They parted in a gasp and I didn’t stop. Pressing against him more insistently, I swirled my tongue around his, tasting... there was a hint of salt and honey on his tongue... was that how I tasted?
Dipping my tongue in and out, I exhaled into his mouth and tipped my head to reach deeper. Rowan groaned and his hand fastened around my shoulder, forcing my body to turn more.
His head tilted and he mimicked the movement of my tongue... as if he’d never kissed anyone. He literally copied what I did and swirled his tongue with mine, licking into my mouth like a drowning man.
If he’d never kissed anyone, he was a fast learner.
My body clenched up again and I detached from his mouth. I stared into his eyes, both of us panting.
“I like that,” he growled against my lips.
I was grinning like a lunatic.
My shoulders tightened. The guy that’d been watching! I whirled and scooted to the door, peering out, but the man was gone. He must’ve dropped the milk if the ruptured container on the ground was anything to go by.
I sighed and rested my forehead against the window.
So much for keeping a low profile.
Lifting my head, I thumped my forehead into the surface again. Damn it. That was just a human, but imagine if it wasn’t?
I lifted my head again, but Rowan’s hand slipped in front of my forehead and caught it before it thumped.
“Do nae hurt my mate,” he muttered.
I snorted and gripped his hand. My anxiety eased a few notches.
The driver side door jerked open and Kit hopped into the seat, starting the engine. He shoved a few rustling bags to the back. I blinked at the moody set of his lips.
“I leave for a moment and you’re causing trouble.”
My brows wrinkle together.
I’d already made him mad? My stomach tightened uncomfortably. Frowning at him, I clicked the seatbelt in when we flew around the corner.
Kit speared Rowan a sneer.
“You had one job and instead you finger-fuck her with a human watching.”
Oh. Well, when he put it that way...
I felt like a scolded teenager which didn’t make me feel any better. Scowling, I tipped my chin up, but he wasn’t looking at me. All of his scorn was toward Rowan.
Kit’s anger wasn’t directed at me, which kind of also pissed me off.
I reached over and poked him in the shoulder. His eyes slowly closed and he exhaled sharply before turning his attention to me.
As I thought, there was no ire... at first glance, but he was pissed at me too, if the tightness at the corners of his eyes was anything to go off of.
He was careful about me. He didn’t want to show me everything. In my book, that was comparable to him not giving me all of him.
I huffed and crossed my arms, sinking deep into the seat as I retreated inward. There was no way I’d allow that. I would have all of Kit if there was anything I had to say about it, and that meant his temper too.
