Page 106 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

“Only because it makes you pout, and it’s adorable,” Tommy chimed in, non-so-helpfully.

Kit sighed exasperatedly. “I could be packing a bikini or a parka right now and none of you would help me,” she complained, trying to zip the bag again, to no avail.

“You won’t need a parka,” I offered as I plucked a soft pink lace bralette from where it was hanging out of the side. Fuck, shewas going to look pretty in this. Relenting, I gave her a little hint. “Think... Mediterranean.”

She turned to face me slowly, suspicion blooming. “Mediterranean?”

My lips tipped up on one side. “I didn’t say that,” I corrected, my fingers brushing her arm, trailing just barely along the inside of her elbow. “I saidthinkMediterranean.”

Her gaze dropped to the bra in my hand. Then back to the crooked smile on my lips.

“Oh,” she breathed. “So warm weather. Swimsuit. Sundresses.Lingerie.”

Tommy groaned from the doorway at the absolutelysinfulway she’d purred the word. “Why did you have to say it like that?”

Marco rubbed a hand over his mouth, clearly trying not to grin. “She’s trying to kill us. Just standing there talking about lingerie like our self-control isn’t hanging by a damn thread.”

Kit smirked, reaching for the bra in my hand. I held it out of reach.

“You know,” she murmured, all innocence, “you could give me a packing list.”

I stepped closer. “I could also throw you over my shoulder and show you why you won’t need clothes at all.”

Her eyes flared, full of heat, and her scent spiked. “You wouldn’t. You said we had to be to the plane by five.”

I dropped the bra onto the bed beside us. “I might. I own the plane, Kitten. I can always reschedule our flight for tomorrow.”

Kit bit her lip, like she was seriously considering the possibility. Then she shook her head, as if clearing the daze. “No. You worked hard on all of this. I just need to get this thing closed and I’ll be ready to go.”

She turned her full attention back to her bag, re-stuffing her bra inside before attacking the zipper once more.

Marco sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with hungry eyes. “You could just wear what you’re wearing now. Short little shorts. One of our oversized t-shirts. You look like trouble, Angel.”

She blushed, but it was that flirty, rosy hue that made me want to bite the curve of her cheek, then soothe it with my tongue.

“You look likedessert,” Tommy muttered, walking past and slapping her ass with a wink. “Need some help?”

“I think—I got it,” she huffed, budging the zipper a mere inch.

Fuck, she was adorable.

I chuckled and pressed against her back, leaning down and sliding my hands along the front of her thighs, brushing just under the hem of her shorts. “If it won’t close, you’ll have to take something out.”

She let out a shaky breath as I kissed the side of her neck again, gently pressing her into the edge of the bed, bending her over her suitcase.

“D,” she whispered, voice breathless.

“Hmm?”

Her lips parted, and I could feel the indecision—keep packing, or let me devour her right here and now. Her body, her scent, always gave her away before her words did.

“We really have to leave soon.” But her neck was already tilting for me, letting me have free access to my bite mark—my brand.

I hummed against her skin. “Then you better finish packing, Kitten.”

She exhaled a laugh, flustered and flushed. “I’mtryingto.”

“Good. Because if we make the plane on time, there will be a reward,” I promised, brushing a line of kisses along her jaw. “As soon as we’re in the air, I’ll undress you slowly. With myteeth.”

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