Page 49 of Too Cursed To Kiss
“Oh no, we absolutely can,” I replied, tilting his chin upward with one finger.
“You are going to be my death.” He laced kisses up the side of my neck. “But my wants are unimportant right now. You’ll have to take my promise that we will continue this—later. Unfortunately, I arranged a car, and it is waiting for us. Please get dressed,” he said, stepping back and nodding at the catsuit on the bed. Before I could protest, he disappeared into the bathroom with a bundle of clothes and slid the door closed.
The temperature of the room seemed to drop six degrees. I half wanted to barge into the bathroom and keep things going, but his promise lingered. Reeling from what had almost happened but didn’t, I hastily dressed, cursing every fricking moment about damp skin and spandex-laced silk.Theowsandouchesmostly coming from pulling the shoulders up over the bruises on my rib cage. The scab wasn’t even hurting.
I didn’t bother with the bra. It was going to hurt more to put it on, and the tightness of the suit, which if I was being honest was one size on the small side, kept my bits in place. The effect was very nice. I buckled the skirt over the top, wondering if Britannia had a jacket, or sweater, or something.
I padded to the closet, but the bags inside were zipped.
“Ready?” Wald asked, emerging from the bathroom with the sunglasses off. His golden eyes scraped up my legs to the enhanced cleavage, and a smile blossomed.
“Any time you are,” I said with a slow seductiveness, playfully fingering the front edge of the low cut suit.
“I wish. You’ll have to hold on to that thought,” he replied, unzipping a duffel and tossing me a leather jacket that reeked of Britannia’s pear perfume.
The doorbell chimed. With one hand on the door handle, Wald put on sunglasses. He handed me a pair. “There’s an extra in your jacket. Try not to lose them,” Wald whispered as the bellman hauled our bags out.
“What’s the box for?” the young man asked, hefting the weight of the metal.
“Magician’s trick. Don’t ask for secrets,” Wald replied flatly, shutting the questions down. He helped the bellman heft it out the door and onto the cart. It would only fit on its side.
The waiting car was similar to the one we’d stolen but a rental. With the valet holding the door, I slid into the passenger seat, trying to be chic but tweaking the damned ribs. I yelped, holding my side.
“Are you all right, ma’am?” the valet, a wiry, brown-skinned guy who could be a top tier model, asked with wide-eyed concern.
“Yes, fine, sorry. Old war injury.” I beamed at him, gingerly patting my sore chest as he shut the door. His expression was mild horror. He glanced at Wald, and I realized what he thought he was seeing. Before I could tell him the bruises weren’t from Wald beating me, Wald got into the car and slammed it into gear, pulling out of the covered entry like we were late for something.
“Where are we going?” I asked, pushing up the glasses and craning my neck to look at the landmarks.
“LA,” he said, turning onto the strip.
The sun, thankfully, was beginning to set. A police car whizzed by, and I slid down in the seat, my heart racing as Wald navigated to the I-15. I had his promise, and this wasn’t over yet—not by a long shot.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Cruising through the desert, I decided which burning questions needed answered first.
“Hit me,” he said before I got the first one out.
My stomach fluttered. Was he reading my thoughts again?
“Sorry, it’ll wear off soon,” he replied, shooting me that one-sided smile.
“Wear off? You mean you could hear everything I thought up to now?” I shouted, silently realizing he was hearing that too. I scrubbed my hands over my face like it would block his thought-reading.
“Since I licked you clean, I’ve heard everything, Tails,” he lingered onclean, which had the effect of a memory of a cat licking my arm. My arms goose-fleshed as my thoughts wandered into the past, spiraling into horrifying territory about being licked. Whichhenow knew. My cheeks heated.
He smirked.
“You bastard. Well then, read my mind and answer all myquestions. I’ll just sit here and listen,” I said, realizing I didn’t even have to ask him that out loud.Nine hells.
He chuckled, and it was equal parts sexy and maddening. “Sure, I suspect Britannia is going to see her brother Devlyn with the family album. I’m not entirely sure why, but I think Britannia has more to do with the police showing up at Agatha’s door than I want to imagine.” His jaw clenched.
I was about to ask if Devlyn was an older brother, but of course…
“Devlyn is my stepbrother. Britannia is his biological half-sister. Britannia is actually not blood related to me. My birth father lives in Norway. Maverick and Victoria unofficially adopted me.”
Well, that explains the underwear, I thought making a huffing sound, unable to get past it.
