Page 62 of Depraved
She leans in to kiss me, stopping just before she does, and pushes away. “You can’t afford me.”
My hands paw at her waist, trying to pull her back to me, but she giggles and pushes back to keep her distance.
“Nope. Too expensive for you. So sorry. No love for you.”
I give up and eye her up and down. “You got like a sale happening or what?”
She throws her head back and laughs, and I attack, covering her neck with my mouth and pressing her breasts against me.
“Out” is all I make out before I feel her legs connect behind my back, and I lift us both from the tub, water splashing everywhere, coating the slick surfaces.
Our mouths are a tangle as we walk back to the bedroom, soaking wet, clutched to each other, reveling in the ways our bodies mold together seamlessly.
I feel the bed move, and my hand shoots out, but I come up empty.
“Come back,” I growl, not bothering to open my eyes.
Her laugh makes me grin as I run my hand over the empty spot.
“You’re trying to kill us. I need food and water. Tuesday’s almost come and gone, and we’ve been in this bed all day. It’s dark out, Dante.”
One eye opens as I scowl. “Billy, if you don’t get your ass back here, I’m going to chase you down and make you pay.”
“Run slow…I need a sandwich first,” she yells over her shoulder as she walks out.
My chest rumbles as I laugh and haul myself out of bed to standing. Cracks come from my neck as I roll it around and shake out my shoulders. I wasn’t kidding—I’m gonna run her ass down.
I take a few quick steps, getting to the door just as she looks back to see me. Her scream accompanies her run as I bolt for her, catching her by the waist and lifting her sideways, hooking an arm under her leg.
Curling her up, I take a bite right on her ass and laugh.
“Ow!” she squeals. “You bit me!”
“You deserved it.” I wink, before placing her to her feet and slapping her ass for good measure.
“Monster.”
She grins as she walks in the nude to the refrigerator, her hand stretching around the handle to pull the steel door open and shakes her head. “Poor fridge. You need impulse control.”
I follow her gaze to the barely noticeable dents, coming in behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. Bending to rest my chin on her shoulder, I smirk. “It was better than tearing this fucking place apart or killing everyone for looking at your naked ass.”
Her laugh vibrates against my throat. “Juice?” she questions.
“Mmm.” I reach out and grab the carton from the cold shelf before running it over her nipple, making her jump.
I let her go and step back, uncapping the carton and drinking from it. She turns around, closing the door, and grins as she watches me. My Adam’s apple bobs as I gulp down the liquid, not realizing how fucking thirsty I was.
“Thirsty?” I ask as I finish and hold out the carton to her.
“Very,” she says seductively, letting her eyes travel down my body.
“Look who wants sex before food now…” I tease, setting the juice down on the counter and stepping toward her.
“Stop. Nope…I may be turned on, but this girl is sore, so we’re having a conversation first, and then eating, and theneating.”
I laugh loudly, watching the mischievous grin spread over her luscious lips.
“Done. I’ll have some food brought over from Mama’s. Go put some clothes on and throw me some sweats because if we stay like this, you aren’t lasting more than ten minutes.”
