Page 111 of No Fear
That made his smile wider and she couldn’t help but grin up at him. He loved it when she didn’t shy away from him in public. It was still a little strange for her, the public displays of affection. She was so used to hiding but she didn’t want to hide what she felt for Remy… so she didn’t.
She tiptoed up and brushed her mouth against his. He kissed her back lightly and then scraped her bottom lip between his teeth. She hummed with pleasure as every nerve ending in her body lit up. She pressed closer to him because she always needed closer to him, always, but Skylar’s voice broke the moment before it could get too hot and heavy.
“If you’re gonna strip her naked, at least have the decency to take the girl home first, Remy.”
“Damn good idea, Sky.” He nipped her lips again and she could feel his grin as he pulled away, “Get your stuff, love. Time to head home for the night.”
“Give me just a minute to clean up.”
Skylar shook her head, “Don’t worry about it. I’m staying late because Colt is still doing those interviews. I’ll handle it.”
“You’re not really going to go over and keep an eye on him, are you?” Remy teased her.
“Of course not. I trust him. I’m going to go over and keep an eye on those skanky tattoo artists that want to get in his pants. He isn’t hiring some hot young thing that wants to get him naked unless I’m there to threaten her within an inch of her life.”
Rachel and Remy both laughed as Skylar smiled sweetly and made threats like that. She’d been railing about Colt hiring some hot young thing ever since he said he wanted to expand the shop. So far, he’d interviewed a sixty year old man that drove a Harley and smoked like a chimney and a pimply-faced teenager that had aspirations of being the next Kat Von D. There had been exactly zero hot young things vying for Colt’s affections and even if there were, he had eyes only for Skylar. Everyone knew that. But she was just as possessive of him as he was her and so they all laughed about it and let them roll with their particular brand of crazy.
“You’re not that threatening, just for the record.” Remy laughed.
“Tell that to Lincoln.” Skylar shot back.
“Touche.” He winked.
Skylar waved them off, “Rachel, go get your stuff. I’ll clean up.”
Normally, she might have argued with her boss. It wasn’t Skylar’s job to clean up at night. It was hers. Considering she’d been the one to cut Bentley’s hair, it was definitely her job to clean up the mess. But with Remy looking at her that way, she couldn’t wait to get home so she simply smiled and accepted the gift.
“Thanks Sky.”
She hurried to the back of the salon and opened her locker. She’d never replaced her emergency bag. She hadn’t needed to. There was one set of spare clothes, just in case, but otherwise, even her locker showed the turnaround in her life. There were photos pinned up there now. A couple of candid shots someone had caught of her and Skylar and Jemma at the wedding. Another that Skylar had snapped of Rachel and Remy. She touched her finger to that one and couldn’t help but smile.
They looked madly in love with each other in that picture and she adored it. Neither of them were looking at the camera. They hadn’t even known Skylar was there or that she’d taken it. They’d been having lunch and Remy had pulled her into his lap, as he so often did. Their heads were close together and they were smiling at each other, as if they shared a secret no one else knew.
“Mmm, baby.” A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and she giggled as he nuzzled her neck, “You need to hurry.”
“I was.”
“No. You weren’t.” He whispered as he slid his hands up and cupped her breasts, “But you should be.”
“Ahh, Remy…” She moaned when he nipped at her neck, “Not here.”
“I missed you today.”
She laughed, “You always miss me.”
“I do.”
“You saw me at lunch.”
“But I didn’t get to put my mouth on you at lunch…” He trailed his tongue up to her ear, “And you’re what I wanted to eat.”
She groaned as a shiver worked its way up her spine. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to this Remy either. So open and affectionate, so needy. He wanted her and he had no qualms about telling her, or about taking her.
She loved him so much.
They may have settled into a routine the past few weeks. Living together, eating together, working side by side, and riding to and from together. They were almost always together. But after a day of work, Remy always said he’d missed her, couldn’t wait to get her home, and made love her like a man denied for ages instead of hours.
“Home.” She whispered and then cleared her throat, “We need to get home.”
