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He slowly lifts his hand to the side of my face, giving me plenty of time to move if I wanted to, but Lord help me, I don’t. His hand dwarfs the side of my face as his fingers rub little circles behind my ear. If I were a cat, I would be purring shamelessly right now. “Cadie, I plan to be more than your friend. I plan to consume you, mind, body, and soul.”
And he does just that. His lips are on mine before my brain can process what he just said. His lips are gentle yet domineering at the same time. My mind may not know how to respond but, those trampy bitches I unfortunately call my hormones sure as hell do. My hands clutch his shirt as I try to pull him closer. His hands wrap around my waist and pull my lower half to him, so that I’m flush against his rock-hard stomach, making me gasp.
He doesn’t waste the opportunity, sliding his tongue into my mouth, caressing my own. The moan that I let out is very unladylike and I couldn’t care less. Every cell in my body feels as if someone poured gasoline all over me and then lit a match. Common sense has gone out the window as my hands decide to roam all over his body, before sliding up the side of his face to the back of his neck.
If I thought his eyes were devouring me before, they were only giving me a preview of what his mouth could do. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same after this kiss, if you can even call it that. This feels like a claiming, which should frighten me a lot more than it does. Maybe when rational thought returns, I will be, but right now, he can claim me any way he wants.
He slows the kiss until he’s giving me one last small peck on the lips before resting his forehead against mine. I immediately mourn the loss of his lips, making me want to pout. We’re both panting like we just made a mad dash from an annoying neighbor who wants to complain, making me feel slightly better. At least I’m not the only one so affected.
He moves his face back a little and looks into my eyes. “Does that clear things up a bit for you?” His voice is still gritty but his eyes are on fire.
I nod my head. “Yeah, your beard is soft.” Kill me, just kill me now.
He gives me an incredulous look. “That’s the only thing I cleared up for you? That my beard is soft?”
I blink and respond again without thinking. “I have been wondering if it was soft or all scratchy and abrasive.”
“Let me try again,” he says before his lips are on mine again while his hand caresses that spot on the back of my neck under my hairline. You know the one. That one spot that can make your leg shake like a dog’s. Yeah, he’s rubbing that spot and all I want to do is melt into him. Which I’m not too far from considering how my legs are wrapped around his back.
He ends the kiss again making me actually groan in dismay. When I finally open my eyes, I see him giving me a smug ass smirk. I’d be offended if my brain wasn’t mush.
“How was that?” he asks.
“Really good,” I sigh. I swear, I am going to find that damn cave and not leave a forwarding address. I’m really not usually this stupid.
“Glad to hear it, Sprite,” he chuckles. “But I was asking if it cleared anything up for you.”
“Uh huh.” I’m as red as a tomato; I can feel it. “Sort of,” I stutter. “I still don’t really get it.”
“Darlin’, if I kiss you anymore to get my point across, I’m going to lose all self-control and end up doing somethin’ you’re not ready for,” he growls. Normally, that voice coming from a man would terrify me, but his growls make the wetness I’m currently dealing with even worse.
What does my genius ass ask him? “Like what?” I whisper. I’m an idiot. No matter how smart I think I am, this right here proves I’m an absolute moron.
He gets oh so close again as he brings his face right next to me ear. So close that the bristles on his beard tickle the side of my neck. “Like throw you over my shoulder and take you to my bed, so that I can lick every square inch of you before I fuck you into exhaustion.”
I entirely blame my trampy hormones for my response. “Huh, okay.”
I can feel his body shaking and when he backs away to look at me, his eyes are dancing. “Cadie, we both know that would be a mistake right now.” I know he’s right. The second my brain overtakes my hormones, I’m going to be terrified and a little horrified. Although, I have a feeling I’m going to be more horrified by my own response.
“It’s good to know that someday in the future, you’re open to that possibility. But today isn’t that day, Sprite.” He kisses my cheek sweetly before stepping from me.
I look down and gulp at the bulge that is trying to rip through his jeans. And judging by the size of it, if that day ever comes, he’ll rip me apart. Lord, I should be terrified of that with my past, but dammit, I’m not really.
“You keep staring at my dick like that and, I’m gonna have to go take a cold ass shower and leave you to cook by yourself,” he grunts.
“Cook what?” I mumble while not being able to take my eyes off the thick bulge. I swear I’m not a pervert. I even avert my eyes during sex scenes in movies sometimes. But I can’t stop staring, as if a piece of triple fudge cake is in his pants. I accidentally lick my lips at the thought.
His loud groan has my eyes whipping to his face. He looks like he’s in actual agony. “Darlin’, you’re fuckin’ killing me right now. You need to hop off that counter and get to cooking or something. And I need to be in another room for a bit,” he says while scrubbing his hands down his face. “A man can only take so much.” He turns around and walks from the kitchen.
Note to self: don’t lick your lips while imagining he’s a piece of fudge cake.
I blow out a breath and wiggle my way down from the counter, the feeling in my underwear making me grimace. I shake my head and take a few deep breaths. I can think about all of this later when I’m in the privacy of my own home. Right now, I definitely need to get to work on everything for Blaze’s welcome home party. My brain can’t handle trying to figure this all out right now. Especially how I reacted to him.
I think that’s what terrifies me the most. That he doesn’t terrify me at all.
I find the apron on the ground and pick it up quickly. I have no idea when I even dropped it. I look it over again and will myself not to cry. This really is the sweetest thing a man has ever bought me. And that’s saying something sinceHe Who Shall Not Be Namedgave me a ton of gifts which I learned in therapy is called love bombing.
But that’s not what Marrow did. He just saw it and got it for me because it has fairies on it. He thought it was funny and wanted to see me smile. And that’s what makes it the best gift in the world to me. That he had no ulterior motive and did it just because.
