I had so many questions. I would tackle just one for now. I wanted Ossy naked. “How does the pizza wizard thing work?”
“I have no idea, but he is surprisingly accurate.” Ossy carried me to the bed. My back hit the mattress, and he lay over me.
I kissed Ossy’s neck, licking the spot before kissing it again. He tilted his head to the side, giving me more room. “Does the kiss mean you’re on board with living here? I get that I come with a lot more than you probably expected.”
Like I had much of a choice. Even if I did, I wouldn’t give up Ossy. “You’re my reaper. I want to be with you.”
Ossy tightened his grip before kissing me. The kiss made demands. It seemed to seal the deal we’d made, adding weight to the words we hadn’t spoken aloud. We were on a new path.
Talking must be over. Thank the gods.
Ossy ran his hand down my side and then back up. He pulled away, but his focus was singular. He unbuttoned my shirt with a slow deliberation that drove me crazy. Ossy made me warm inside in a way that had nothing to do with fucking.
Ossy’s shirt hung open, revealing his tanned chest. He still wore his robe. He didn’t seem in any hurry to get naked. As much as I wanted to see all of him, I let Ossy take the lead.
When he had my shirt undone, he lifted me so I was sitting, then took it off. I tried to help, but he shushed me. “Let me take care of you.”
So I did.
He took off my shoes next, then my pants. When he finished, he stood at the side of the bed and took me in as if he’d never seen me before. “I sometimes can’t believe you’re mine.”
What a silly thing to think. “Why?”
Ossy was the beautiful one. If an angel and a buff wrestler had a baby, the baby would be Ossy.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“I am not.” Heat rose to my face, and I looked away.
Ossy climbed onto the bed and lay on top of me again. I moved my legs so Ossy could settle between them. He ran a finger down my cheek. “I wish you could get pregnant. We’d make gorgeous babies.”
I chuckled. “You’re crazy.”
“But you love me.”
“And I love you.” I kissed him, intending to make it quick, but Ossy deepened it. The promise of a good, thorough fucking hung in the air as he licked at the seam of my lips.
“You have too many clothes on.” I pushed the robe off Ossy’s shoulders as far as I could without his help.
“I want the robe on.” I knew what that meant. We could make love wherever we wanted. The last time was on the beach. We almost got caught by tourists.
“If we go to the beach, can it be a private one?” No one needed a show.
Ossy stood and shed his clothing faster than he ever had. After he finished, he put the robe back on and lay on me again. “Leaving the property isn’t safe, so I was thinking the back forty. The sun is about to set. We can make love as we watch it.”
“Are you trying to romance me, Ossy Reaper?” It was romantic. Watching the sunset while making love was part of it, of course. But what was even more romantic, in a sexually frustrating sort of way, was Ossy taking his time with me. He made it very clear that was his intent.
Ossy smiled in that way he did when he knew his efforts were working on me. He wiggled his eyebrows. “Do you feel romanced?”
“Yes. And I also feel very empty.” I was ready for Ossy to get inside me already.
Ossy’s gaze grew heated. He wrapped his arms around me and fisted the blanket beneath us. “Hang on to me, baby.”
I tightened my grip.
Ossy raised his hood. His blond hair fell around it, obscuring part of his face. His gaze turned smoky.
In one thought, Ossy teleported us into a grassy field.
