“This is new.” I snuggled into the crook of his neck.
“Are you complaining?”
I shook my head, afraid of what I might admit if I opened my mouth.
“Good. You’d better get used to it.”
My heart fluttered, while my brain advised me to simply enjoy what I had for now and not expect anything more. I told them both to shut the hell up and soaked up the warmth of having Kill next to me, but my stomach decided it wanted to make its existence known and growled loudly.
“Hungry, Slick?” he chuckled.
“I am. Someone made me do a rigorous activity I haven’t done in a long time, and now they need to repay me by feeding me.”
He propped up on his elbow. His eyes shone with mischief. “You weren’t complaining when I was inside of you.”
He sucked lightly at my neck, and my hunger for food was all but forgotten as his fingers tweaked my nipples. Just when I was about to give in, he stood. His erection bounced as he picked up his discarded clothes.
I scowled at his back, even though the sight of his naked ass was something even angels would lust over. As he pulled on his jeans, he turned and took note of my scowl. His half smile appeared as he buttoned his jeans.
“Come on. I have to feed you, so I can have my wicked way with you again.”
“Fine,” I grumbled.
