Page 33 of Act of Brotherhood
He grunted. “Odd and stubborn.”
“Yep. And not going home without you. Or are you forgetting my elaborate scheme to get you naked and in a horned helmet while I play with your sword?”
The slight grin he offered was suggestive enough to heat her body instantly. Good gods, the man radiated sexual energy and prowess. She had to wonder if he had women throwing themselves at him wherever he went. A jealous flash hit her at the idea he might. He didn’t belong to her, but that didn’t stop Nicolette from wanting to mount him and then plant her flag on him, announcing the man as conquered and hers.
All hers.
“Nicolette, please,” he said, a note of desperation to his deep voice. “Ineedfor you to head to your house.”
She nearly gave in, but suddenly the feeling of danger lessened rapidly, leaving nothing but desire hanging in the air. She wanted the man like Clara wanted sugar fixes.
A lot.
Nicolette stayed pressed to Garth and put her hands against the cake-smeared part of his shirt. It had taken her months to invite Cody over after she’d first met him. And even then, she hadn’t tackled him and had her way with him—which was exactly what she wanted to do to the tall blond before her.
When Garth looked down at her, she went to her tiptoes, doing what felt right. She kissed him—again.
With a growl, he cupped her face and walked her backwards. When her back came into contact with an iron fence, she stiffened. The kiss intensified, and the fence and the feeling of danger quickly became afterthoughts. There was simply something about the man that left her acting out of character.
Way out of character.
In addition, he left her horny.
Very, very horny.
Garth lifted her as if she weighed nothing. The kiss increased, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Everything on her ignited with desire. Panting was a real option. The man’s sheer presence should have come with warning signs.
Danger. Hormones will overload.
Garth kissed his way down her neck, lifting her higher, her back still pressed to the iron fence. It wasn’t comfortable, but she didn’t care. He dipped his head lower and then paused. He looked up at her, and she spotted frosting on the edge of his mouth. It was then she remembered they were covered in cupcake mess.
Garth licked the frosting away and stiffened, scrunching his face in the process. “Those kids owe me a thank you. I saved them from certain death by way of cupcakes. Those are horrible.”
She laughed, and then wiggled to get down. All that did was alert her to just how much Garth wanted to be in her. His long, hard erection pressed against her mound and her breath caught. Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. “Oh my.”
He groaned. “We should stop now before I do something unwise, like fuck you out in the open.”
Fuck me.
The words only served to excite her more. There was something feral about the man. Everything about him screamed alpha male, and she found that very alluring. In many ways, Garth reminded her of Cody. Except she’d never fought the urge to tear off Cody’s clothes and lick every inch of him. That was exactly what she wanted to do to Garth.
As he began to look in the direction she’d first sensed danger coming from, Nicolette touched his cheek, bringing his attention back to her. “My roommate is gone for the next few days.”
His brows met.
“That means if we’re going to do this, we can be as loud and as wild as we want to be,” she said, surprising herself with just how wanton she was being. “I do have to work in the morning, so at some point, I’ll need to sleep. But not right now. Right now, I just need you.”
He flashed a sexy smile. “Have I mentioned how much I love modern women?”
“Once or twice,” she joked, and then winked. “Are we doing this?”
“Oh, we are most certainly doing this,” he said, taking her hand in his once more. “Lead the way, woman. I’m so hard I’m about to burst. At this point, I don’t even care that I’m covered in toxic cupcakes.”
She laughed. “Remind me to make you a gray drink. It’s a special blend of awesome and my uncle and I came up with. Huge energy booster. Somehow, I think you’re really going to love it.”
“The very fact it’s called a gray drink tells me I won’t,” he said as his gaze swept over her.
She couldn’t stop smiling around him. For some reason, Clara’s mother’s talks about finding that perfect someone they were each made for came to mind. Before, she’d always laughed off the notion of any one person completing her. As she found herself getting lost in Garth’s gaze, the idea had merit.
