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I really shouldn’t, but I decide to add fuel to the fire. “How do you know?” I ask.
Slater’s gaze turns to me, disbelief telegraphed on his face with every line. “Excuse me?”
“I mean, you’re a self-declared lady’s man. Do you have any kids? How do you know you’re not shooting blanks?”
I’m staring straight at him and that means I see the exact moment panic lights up on his face.
“I’m not,” he insists. “I don’t have kids because I makes sure I’m gloved up for the game.”
I can’t tell if he’s purely defensive or if he’s enjoying this as much as I am. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s feeling the heat and defensive—which makes me happy.
“All those women, all these years and not one little mishap,” I murmur, shaking my head. I look up at my mother and she’s beaming down at me as if in pride. That should be enough to make stop, but instead I’m enjoying that twinkle in her eyes.
“She’s right. A young, virile man like you in your prime?” Mom adds. “I’m thinking odds are not good that one of your little soldiers failed to report for duty.”
I give a heavy sigh. “It’s okay, Slater. Think of all the money you’ll save in child support to all the Bat-Bunnies,” I commiserate, patting his hand.
“Listen—”
“Do you know what helps with lazy soldiers, though?” Mom says, completely interrupting him.
“My soldiers are not lazy, damn it!”
“Hard work. How about we all walk down to the barn. I can show you what I need help with, Slater. Is it okay to call you, Slater?”
“Uh, yeah, it’s okay,” he says standing up. His hand reaches over for mine and I’m a bitch for doing this, but I can’t find it in me to care right now. I mean, Slater wanted to play with a Lucas. He should get to see what thatreallymeans.
I stand up, sliding against Slater’s body—just to set off Mom’s alarm system. That way, she’ll screw with him even more. I mean, that truly is part of the reason. Still, even as I’m doing it, I recognize Iwantto feel his body against mine. I breathe in his scent, the spicy cologne that makes my insides warm and every female bit I have tingle. I relish his strong arm coming around me, his heated touch against my back and when I look into his eyes, I see the pleasure I’m feeling reflected back.
God, I’m in trouble.Really big trouble. Slater is going to be more than I can probably handle. I should run away, but I know I’m not going to.
“I’d love to go with you two, but I can’t. I’ll be late for my shift at the nursing home.” I go up on the tips of my toes and kiss Slater’s cheek. “You have fun with Mom, Bat-Boy.”
When I pull back, I can see the moment he realizes what I’m doing.
“You’re not coming?”
“Afraid not,” I murmur, trying to hide my grin.
I step away from him, ready to make my escape when he gabs my hand and pulls me back.
“You’re not getting away that easily, Ace,” he murmurs and before I realize what he’s going to do, his lips are pressed against mine.
I gasp in shock, which was either the wrong thing to do or theveryright thing, because his tongue thrusts into my mouth immediately seeking and conquering mine. He kisses me like a man dying and I’m his only hope. I couldn’t say how long the kiss goes on. It could have been mere minutes. It feels like a lifetime.
It’s so good—so intense—that I don’t think of fighting him. I’m completely lost in this beautiful haze of heat and pleasure. I give over control and willingly go where Slater leads. I moan and he swallows the noise, but his arm goes around me, pulling me in deeper. His hand drops down to clinch into my ass grinding my body against, his rigid, rock-hard—”
“What the fuck is going on here?”
I feel Slater tense, his tongue stops moving and doing all those delicious things that it was doing, and I whimper in protest as he pulls away. Slowly, I look up into the most intense, liquid midnight eyes I’ve ever seen. The tip of my tongue slides out to lick at my lips, still tasting him there and wanting more.
“Marigold, what the hell?”
My body stiffens as I force myself to take a breath to try and control my libido that is running away with me. That proves to be a mistake when all I can smell is Slater’s masculine scent. It slips down into my lungs, surrounding me, making me even warmer. It’s so potent that it nearly drags me back down to the land of hormones and hunger. I mean, it’s so bad that my knees threaten to buckle. I literally have to reach out and hold onto Slater until I get control of myself.
I look over at Green and his face is almost red with frustration. I blink.
“Is there….” I stop to clear my throat because, woah, it sounds like I have a five pack a day habit. “Is there a problem?” I ask, hearing the laughter around us.
