Page 125 of Heat & Deceit
“I disagree,” Ly drawls.
Nova huffs but keeps her eyes on me, a line of concern creasing her forehead. “You’re mad.”
“Not at you,” I reassure her.
“I’m a little tired,” she admits, yawning. “Can we worry about whoever did this in the morning? It’s only a broken nest.”
Only?
It’s a warning, but without more to go on, there isn’t much we can do tonight. I lift my gaze from her face and check in with the guys. Ly is vibrating with energy—too wired from earlier—and Rome is already refocused on the laptop. He’ll be up all night trying to find better footage, even though we both know it won’t be there.
“You can sleep with me.” I grab her hand, preparing to lead her from the room.
She tosses a longing look at the guys.
Ly smirks. “Missing me already, Rain?”
“Maybe,” she admits.
The smug look on his face falters. “I’m here. Always.” He sweeps his gaze over her. “I won’t be able to sleep tonight, and I know you’re tired. Javi will take care of you.”
She nods at that and looks at Rome.
He stops typing and sets the laptop aside, rising from his seat and crossing the room in three long strides. Nova sighs as he brushes her hair over her shoulder and plants a kiss on her lips. She runs her hands over the back of his neck, and he visibly shudders at her touch.
I know the feeling.
“I’m going to go through the footage and make contact with the neighbors. Maybe their security cameras caught something.” He runs his thumb over her bottom lip and looks at me. “Take care of her.”
“You know I will.”
He nods and heads back to the couch.
Nova glances at me with a nervous smile. My chest tightens, disliking her unease, but I lead her through the house and up the stairs to my bedroom. She lets go of my hand and tentatively explores the space. I close us in, and she inhales, releasing a small sound of pleasure. My scent pleases her. My cock jerks in my pants, reminding me how else we might please her.
I grind my teeth together to keep from tossing her on the bed. “Do you need a shirt?”
She spins to look at me, then glances at her own body. “No offense, but I’m not sure it’ll fit.”
“Oh, it’ll fit,” I tell her with a cheeky grin.
“Pervert.” She rolls her eyes, but her legs press together. I hate that she’s still needy, and it takes all my restraint to walk to my closet and grab her my favorite band T-shirt.
“Here.”
She takes it and wrinkles her nose. “This won’t work.”
“Try it on,” I say, lowering onto the mattress and placing my wallet and phone on the table beside it.
“Fine, but you know I’m right.” She moseys over to the bed, drops the shirt on it and reaches for her own.
I place my fist over my mouth, watching with rapt attention as she drags her top over her head. Her tits are full and pillowy soft. Fuck, I want her so bad. I bite my fist, focusing on the sharp pain, and release it before she glances at me, now only in a bra and her pajama pants.
She drops her gaze and reaches behind her, unclasping her bra.
“Fuck,” I whisper, mouth watering as the cups fall away, revealing peaked nipples that scream my name.
“They’re just boobs,” she says.
