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I whirl around, but I don’t have time to focus when Bran fists a hand in my hair and captures my lips in a violent kiss. His tongue invades my mouth and he feasts on me. I’m stunned for a second, but then I wrap my arms around his back and claim what’s fucking mine.
My hand falls to his ass and I nudge him up. He doesn’t complain as he hops on and wraps his legs around my waist.
God-fucking-damn-it. I love it when he lets me carry him. I’ve been doing it religiously since I first did it last week.
Bran kisses me for what seems like hours, his fingers stroking my hair, his breaths and his entire fucking being fusing with mine.
He pulls away and smiles against my mouth, then wipes something at the corner of my lips.
“Fuck, baby.” I pant. “What was that for?”
“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you.” He strokes my cheek. “Let me down. I’ll wash up and prepare dinner.”
“No way in fuck am I letting you go after that. Buckle up, baby. Kolya would like to say hi.”
I walk him to the bedroom as his laugh echoes in the air.
One day, and I mean very,verysoon, Bran won’t be content with only kissing me behind closed doors.
He’ll be proud about being with me just like I’m over the moon about being with him.
* * *
What the…?
I pause when I feel a weight on my shoulder and comforting warmth snuggled up to my side.
The last thing I remember is sitting on the floor with my back against the wall while waiting for Bran. He said he was running late because he was meeting up with his brother and sister, and you can bet that I grumbled and threw a fit about having to share him with anyone. So what if they’re his siblings?
It’s getting tragic at this point.
It’s been a week since the day he kissed me senseless after I stalked him then fucked him like a madman before allowing him to do anything. Good times.
Since then, I’ve been shamelessly insatiable for any glimpse of him. I need to see him every night, but even that isn’t enough, so I follow him around whenever I get the chance. But I have to keep a distance—not too difficult considering I’ve become a seasoned stalker at this point.
Anyway, I haven’t seen him at all today because of stupid tests that I couldn’t skip and was fucking desperate for ten p.m. to come since that’s when he usually shows up. However, my hopes got crushed when I received the text about his plans. I must’ve fallen asleep on the floor because right now, I’m on my back on the wood and Bran’s head rests on my shoulder, his body pressed up to my side.
And the best part? His hand covers mine over my chest.
He's in a light-blue shirt and black pants, which means he didn’t change into pajamas. I check my watch and it’s two in the morning.
Fuck me.
I can’t believe I slept for so long and missed the chance to see my Bran.
I demand a redo, now and fucking thank you.
A frown appears between his brows and I smooth it with my index finger. His eyes pop open and I have to swallow something stuck in my throat, because fuck. How can a man look hotter with each passing day? This isn’t good for my uncontainable obsession.
“Did I wake you up?” I ask.
“It wasn’t a good sleep anyway,” he grumbles in that husky voice that goes straight to my dick and somewhere in my chest.
“Uh, baby? Why are you sleeping on the floor?”
“You were sprawled all over the ground when I came in and I wanted to experience it like you do, see if it’s as comfortable as you make it look. The answer is a definite no.” He sits up and kneads his shoulders and neck. “Don’t do this again, Nikolai. It’s not good for you in the long run.”
“I can only sleep in a bed when you’re there.” I sit behind him, extending my legs on either side of him, and massage his shoulders. “Be here and I won’t have to sleep on the floor.”
