Page 81 of Slaying for Santa
“Here. With me?”
I nod again, this time flicking my gaze to his.
“Just to be clear,” he rasps, stabbing a finger towards me. “I’m asking you to be mine.”
My lips kick up. “Yours to abuse?”
“Yes,” he smirks.
“Yours to get rough with?”
“Absolutely.”
“Yours to be shared?”
“No… Not again,” he growls, running his hand through his auburn hair, leaving it a mess on top.
“Ditto.” I grin, and before I know what’s happening, his hands are engulfing my face again as he steals another searing kiss that finishes with a nip at my lips.
“Mmmm.” He moans, his blue gaze lust drunk as he licks his lips. “Strawberry.”
A laugh bubbles from me, and he shuts me up by tossing another bite sized chunk of strawberry in my mouth.
“You know that four letter word that starts with L and ends with E?” he asks, and my brows shoot up as I nearly choke on the fruit in my mouth. “I wanna say that to you without freaking you out again.”
“Oh… you mean lube?” I ask and immediately laugh at his frown as I slap my hand over my heart. “Oh my gosh, Kitty. Do you lube me?”
Kit throws his head back laughing, even as he fists my hair and drags me closer again. “I fuckingloveyou.”
Shit… he really said it.
Again.
It all seems too fast, but then again, if I’m being honest with myself, we’ve been dancing around this for years. This pull we have. No wonder we’ve always been at each other’s throats. We were both too scared to admit the truth.
That we cared for each other.
I don’t know that I’m ready to say that I love him despite feeling it, but I respond in the only way I know how.
“I lube you, too.”
A loud laugh bursts from him again, as the door bangs open and little feet run in.
“What’s lube?” Libi asks, leaping onto the bed with us, and Kit quickly tugs a pillow from behind him to put over his boxers.
“Never mind.” He rushes out as Tillie’s head pops through the open doorway.
“Sorry. She got away from me.”
I smirk even as Kit glares at his sister.
“Is lube a swear word like dick?” Libi asks innocently. “Because Tillie said Wes was being a dick for telling the others about the bedroom games you played, but she won’t give me two dollars to put in the swear jar.”
“Libi, you can’t say dick,” Kit barks, and her little face morphs into a frown.
“Why? Tillie said it.”
“Well, Tillie is in trouble.” Kit glares at his sister, who just rolls her eyes.
