Page 114 of Branded
“Bed,” I said, grabbing his face and turning it toward me. “No more,” I whispered. “He’s not in my—in our lives. Not any longer, baby. Not any longer.”
Stark emotion in his eyes.
His shoulders tensing.
I heard the guys mumble their goodbyes and I managed some whispered, “Thanks” and “Goodnight,” but I couldn’t pull my gaze from Smitty’s.
Not when he was staring at me, emotions swirling.
Then he pushed the door behind him back with his heel, tugged me inside.
The door slammed.
His arms came around me again.
And...his mouth hit mine.
Thirty-One
Smitty
My lips parted hers, my tongue sliding inside as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bed, dumping her on it in a way that wasn’t the most graceful.
But I was in a hurry.
Pants off.
Shirt over her head.
Bra straps sliding down her arms. Thankfully, I’d unsnapped it earlier, so it only took a second before she was naked and beneath me.
“I am so fucking proud of you,” I whispered, pressing my mouth to hers, to her throat, her shoulder, between her breasts. I could feel her heart pounding beneath my lips when I kissed the spot just above it, a rapid thrum-thrum that had less to do with my skills and more to do with the fact that she just kicked ass in the hallway.
Not for one moment did she appear weak.
Not for one moment did I think I would need to step in.
Did I want to?
Fuck, yeah. I wanted to plant my fist in the asshole’s face.
But…that had been Kailey’s fight, and she’d fucking killed it. I needed to buy Marcel a beer, thank him for interpreting his nonverbal command to call security, and the same went for the other guys. Beers all around, and maybe I’d roast some pork, make it a dinner, thank them?—
Kailey shifted.
And I realized that my mouth was a couple of inches from one pouty nipple.
I could plan his grocery list later.
“I think I did good,” she whispered, arching up as I kissed my way closer to that nipple.
“You did fucking fantastic, little bird.”
Her eyes connected with mine and her smile sent my heart pounding even faster than it already was. “I love you,” she said, leaning up slightly and planting my face between her breasts, which, really, was a pretty fucking perfect place to exist. “You know that, right?”
A nod.
A shift of my body so that I could kiss her.
