Page 46 of Forbidden Devotion
“Yup.” He grinned. “You’re cute when you’re sleeping.”
“And when I’m not sleeping?”
“Definitely still cute.”
Sinclair leaned forward and kissed him, closemouthed but long and lingering. He wrapped his fingers in Mitchel’s hair and held him in place while he mapped the shape of his lips one peck at a time.
Mitchel moaned rather loudly.
“Ugh, we can hear you!” Charlie’s voice. From somewhere down the hall.
Sinclair froze, cheeks heated, but Mitchel was unfazed. “Then get up and go to the library. You know, where they keep the books? I never see you studying.”
Sinclair giggled and stifled a yawn, tucking his face against Mitchel’s neck. “We should have gone to your cabin.”
“We still can. After breakfast.”
“You mean lunch? It’s got to be at least noon by now. And I’ve got office hours plus a meeting with my adviser to tie up some loose ends before the weekend. I’ll have to take a rain check.”
Mitchel’s smile drooped.
Sinclair wavered. He could blow off his office hours, cancel on his adviser, and spend a lazy afternoon getting to know every part of Mitchel. He wanted it. Mitchel wanted it. But his sense of responsibility wouldn’t let him shirk his commitments, even if his body was aching for it.
“It may be time for lunch, but I’m in the mood for a big breakfast. What about you? Do you have time for me to cook for you?”
“Yes, but I insist on helping this time.” Sinclair stole one more sweet kiss and climbed out of the bunk.
Mitchel rolled into the vacated space and stretched his legs with a sigh of relief. “Next time, we sleep at my house. This bed is ridiculous.”
“You should have seen Becket’s face when he saw my room. He wanted to turn around and take me right back home.”
“Becket?”
“My driver.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t listen to him.”
“I really want this degree, and believe it or not, I really wanted to meet some werewolves.”
“Well, now you have a pack of them. You’re halfway there.”
“Indeed.”
They went downstairs to the kitchen, both starving from the previous night’s exertion. Mitchel opened the cupboards and got out a couple of pans and utensils while Sinclair hit the fridge for milk, eggs, and bacon.
“We’d better cook enough for everyone because as soon as they smell bacon, they’re going to be down here drooling at us.” Mitchel greased a frying pan and flipped on the burner.
“Good plan,” Sinclair agreed. “We have pancake mix too. I could make some batter.”
“Oh my god, yes, I love pancakes. I’ll warm a second pan.”
Sinclair rifled through cabinets for a mixing bowl. “Enough for a few dozen you think?”
“Maybe more. We’re all pretty ravenous after a run.”
“I can see why. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten that much exercise in one night. And we didn’t even—” He flushed. Just because Sinclair’s mind was stuck on sex didn’t mean Mitchel’s was. He dumped the mix into the bowl and told himself to calm down.
Mitchel’s hand landed on his lower back and dipped to the curve of his ass. “No, we didn’t. But I imagined it.”
