Page 65 of The Grump I Got Stuck With

I chuckled softly to myself, turning into the kitchen. To my surprise, Alistair had Princess tucked under one arm, feeding her bits of leftover ham from a plastic container from the fridge.

“Are you two actually getting along?” I teased.

“This is a bribe,” he said seriously.

I crossed my arms, leaning against the counter. “Because you’re trying to get shagged?”

“Too bloody right, I am. We’ve come to an understanding.” He set her down on the floor, walking to the sink to wash his hands. He dried them on a towel, then came around the counter, stopping in front of me.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hey there,” I said, tilting my head up, capturing his lips. The kiss was soft, unhurried. There was no threat of little feet padding down the hall. I tipped my head, deepening the kiss, soft moans escaping me.

“What do you want?” he whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

“You,” I said, palming the erection in his pants. “Just you.”

“I’m going to fuck you all over this bloody house tonight.”

I smirked. “Promises, promises.”

His hands curved around my waist, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants. “Let’s start with the kitchen.”

I gasped playfully. “What will Florence say?”

“Probably nothing. The woman hardly talks to me.”

I laughed, the sound turning strangled as he suddenly shoved my leggings down, reaching between my thighs. “No underwear?”

I gave him a wicked grin. “Thought I’d make it easier for you.”

His fingers brushed the wet heat that gathered there, and I swallowed hard, trying not to beg just yet. His hand shifted, fingers parting folds, and he found my clit. I groaned.

“You’re very wet.”

“I thought dinner was never going to end,” I said, letting my eyes drift closed as I pressed back against the counter. I’d wanted him for hours now. “Thank God for Lena being so astute.”

“Left to his own devices, Weston would still be trying to pour us wine,” Alistair agreed.

“He meant well.”

Alistair started kissing me again, and all thoughts of dinner left my head. I moaned as he sank his tongue into my mouth. Next thing I knew, Princess was barking and jumping at our legs.

“Go on, you little rat,” he complained, trying to shove her off. “We talked about this. I gave you ham.”

“Clearly that wasn’t enough.”

“I’m feeling very used,” he said.

I snorted against his chest. “Princess’s only loyalty is to Kenna. You should know this by now.”

He sighed, scooping her up and placing her in the hall. He closed the double-wide kitchen doors, turning back to me. “Where were we?”

“I was waiting for you to blow my mind.” He stalked toward me, like a predator on the prowl, and my insides twisted with desire.

He grabbed me suddenly and hoisted me onto the counter, kissing me hard. I was still recovering from the surprise of it as he pulled his shirt over his head. I immediately tugged mine off, tossing it onto the kitchen floor.

He pressed a kiss to the curve of my breasts. Then his hand flicked up with deft speed, opening the clasp of my bra. It fell away, exposing my breasts to the air. He latched onto one pebbling nipple, and that twisting desire shot right to my clit, making it pulse with want.