“Mafia boss?”
“No.”
“Are you involved in any nefarious business?”
“No.”
Theron’s face had morphed from shocked, to puzzled, and now to amused. He was shaking as he suppressed his laughter. Instead, he was kinda wheezing, and heat was rolling off him in waves.
I threw up my hands. “So what’s the big secret?”
He bit his bottom lip, and my belly flipped and flopped ‘cause it was adorable and sexy.
“It’s big.”
“What?” I screeched, and he put his hand over my mouth, and we both glanced toward Skye’s room. “That’s the most frustrating sentence anyone has ever said to me,” I mumbled against his fingers.
What was big? The secret or a part of him that I couldn’t stop thinking about?
He didn’t move his hand, but our eyes locked on one another.
“You know what’s frustrating? Being so close to you and not being about to touch you.”
My mind went blank as every rational thought put their hands up and surrendered.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, you are touching me.” I struggled to get air into my lungs and told them now was not the time to go on strike.
The seconds ticked by, and I didn’t know who moved first, but one second we were standing apart and the next, he’d twisted me around so my back was to the wall. His hand slid onto my jaw, and he was kissing me.
Everything about him was hot, his lips especially, but also because I was kissing him back and my hands were fisting the waistband of his sweatpants.
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer, and he made a sound against my mouth that vibrated through my whole body. One of Theron’s hands was pressed against the wallbeside me while the other tilted my chin up. His lips sizzled against mine, and rather than finding the heat overwhelming, it was intoxicating, just like his breath and his tongue begging for entrance against my lips.
With his body on mine, the wall was the only reason I was still vertical. And I didn’t want to be. I wanted him on top or me sitting on him and our bodies grinding against one another.
He broke apart first, but he didn’t let me go. Our chests heaved in tandem as we breathed in the same air. His hands remained on my face, and I took one and kissed the palm.
“I shouldn't have done that,” he said.
“Probably not, but if you’re going to do it again, warn me so I can grab an oxygen tank in case I need resuscitating.”
He chuckled. “What now?” He was nuzzling the base of my throat, and I was a prisoner to his lips and hands, and I’d like to be taken captive by another part of him too.
“You seriously have to ask that?” I wasn’t thinking of tomorrow or next week but only the here and now.
“I have my answer.” He scooped me up and headed to his bedroom.
EIGHT
THERON
“No. The kids might hear us.” He pointed to the stairs leading to his suite.
Damn. My mind was on me and Ledger, my fated mate, and not on logistics. I cradled him in my arms as I mumbled that I needed his tank top off so we’d be skin to skin. And the word love might have slipped out, but Ledger’s scent was playing havoc with my thoughts.
I couldn’t put into words how I felt toward him. It was love and lust and a craving that consumed me 24/7. I was addicted to his scent, I relished his touch, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it. It was all of the above, and I longed to tell him that, though it was a lot to dump on him this soon. But we were about to have sex, so when did soon pass and become too late?
Ledger leaned over and opened his door, but he kept one arm draped around my neck, while I cupped his ass. My hands wanted to squeeze and stroke his butt cheeks with a side of prodding and fingering.
