Page 73 of Tainted Gifts
"This drives me crazy," he says while sliding his hand down the curve of my ass, and then he brings his hand back up, cupping my breast in his hand before releasing a shaky breath. "This drives me crazy."
I bite back a smile, and he tugs at my lower lip. "This makes me crazy," he says before kissing me, letting his tongue slip in as he starts driving me crazy.
My hand slides down his boxers, finding the proof of his desire, and then I push them off completely, sliding to be on top of him and threatening to say to hell with the forty-eight hour rule.
"Fuck, Aria. We can't," he groans, even though his body is protesting when he grips me and jerks me to him, almost breaking through my panties with his thrust.
Fuck the rules. I'll chance it.
He flips me to my back, jerking my panties off and pressing against me, almost making his way inside my throbbing lower half. His disgruntled breath rings out, and he stops, lowering himself instead to kiss me in the most intimate place a man can kiss a woman, making my breath shudder out.
He smiles, kissing the inside of my legs, and then he comes back up.
"You can't have an orgasm because it'll make your hybrid heat soak up all your detoxifier, stopping it from killing the parasite living within. Until the connection is broken with whoever consumed your blood, I'm not taking any chances. You mean too much to me. Now, let's find another way to pass the time since it's apparent that neither of us are sleepy. We'll start with putting on clothes. I have robes."
I start laughing immediately, and he rolls his eyes while kissing my neck and rising up to fetch the robes. I watch his glorious body leave the bed, and I smile as he boldly strides across the floor, enjoying the way he knows I'm staring at him.
"Yes I am," he says from down the hall when he disappears from sight, and I let a silly giggle free in response.
My headache is slowly starting to return, but he's back before it does. He's wearing a sexy black robe that really makes me feel hotter. He starts laughing and then he hands me a satin robe, a pale pink.
I tilt my head curiously, wondering why he has a girl's robe on hand, and he offers me a shrug.
"I love you. What can I say? I keep a few things on hand in case you ever decide to just show up and fall back into my arms."
My heart dissolves and I frown. "That's what I'm trying to do right now, but you seem to have had a change of heart," I murmur while tying the robe shut.
His lips find the back of my neck as he pulls me to him, and I lean back on him, enjoying his touch that does so much for me. He kisses me softer as I prop against him, and he presses a button on a remote that drops a screen from the ceiling to show an old movie I happen to love.
"I want to be with you, Aria. More than anything. I just don't want to do it while you're under so much strain. I want you to choose me once you're fully recuperated and you can make that sort of decision. I'm letting you know I'll let you go if you decide you should be with him. That's all I'm saying."
I sigh out, just relaxing against him, and then I cuddle against him. "What's your favorite dessert?" I ask, somewhat randomly with no premeditation, so he's caught off guard.
"Um... chocolate cake I suppose. Why?"
I shrug, nestling into him more. "Your birthday is coming up. I wanted to make you your favorite dessert."
I feel his smile before I see it, and then he curls into me. From there, the conversation sparks, and the old movie playing on the large screen becomes forgotten.
Chapter
"How far away are we?" Kellan asks too loudly, waking me up.
I glance around to see the others have already roused from their sleep in the massive RV. Jase is still a sleeping beauty with his arm draped around me, holding me so close to him.
We were the only ones who stayed awake until time to go, and now we're sleeping the whole journey. We never stopped talking long enough to sleep back at the small compound. The conversation flowed, both of us laughing and talking for ours.
It was nice, reminding me how easy it is to be with him. It never feels forced or awkward. It's always so right. It's not that way with Kellan. I'm pretty sure it never would be.
Kellan is speaking with the driver up front who is talking in a hushed whisper. We're not far from reaching this source of Mom's, but the ride is stopping early.
I look out the window to see Bangler, a city down from where we need to be. Rex is strapping his guns on, and Mel is doing the same.
"What's going on?" I ask, my query waking Jase, as he too rises to investigate the commotion.
"Kellan just got tip from one of his old prison friends. He's going to follow it up, and we're going to head in with him. We're sending Simone with you since she's still asleep and the two of you need to make up," Rex says, his brotherly tone absent and replaced by a paternal once instead.
"If your best friend did what she did would you want to make up so soon?" I grumble, feeling Jase's hand slide around my waist.
