Page 103 of Revive
“Hm,” she agreed, the corners of her lips turned up. “But Ulf probably thinks I’m the rudest person on the planet, and I just totally embarrassed myself trying to extract you from a shower you weren’t in. Also, I now have a stitch.” She rubbed at a spot on her side, and fake pouted. “I think you should apologise, meanie.”
“I don’t think I should, but I might rub it better.”
“Yeah.” The tip of her nose turned pink as she squinted up at him.
Spook moved his hands up, not to her side, but her breasts. The front of her dress was wet. “What did you do, climb in with them?”
“There was a lot of steam and condensation. I couldn’t see well enough to ascertain if there were two or three people in there.”
“How much of an eyeful did you get?”
“Not enough of one.”
He raised his brows.
“What?” She levelled her gaze at him, impishly unapologetic. “I can appreciate two hot soapy men entwined in a shower and still be totally obsessed with you.”
“Yes,” he agreed, imagining her gawping at them, all wild eyed and pink cheeked. “Yes, you can.” He bent his head and sucked one of her nipples right into his mouth, making her groan. Whatever residual tension remained instantly dropped from her limbs.
“Damn, I hate that you can do that and melt away every bit of irritation at you I have.”
“No, you don’t.” He raised his head to find a dreamy smile on her face. “You love it. You love me. All of me, even the really desperately annoying and not quite entirely one hundred per cent yours bits.”
“That is true. I am sickeningly besotted with you.”
He brushed his lips against her brow. “I love you, Alle. I was never going to get soapy with Xane.”
She breathed in his air, love shining in her eyes. “I know that. You only do him when you’re really depressed, or angry… or mega frustrated…” She scrunched her freckled nose. “Or it’s the second Wednesday after a black moon, or something like that.”
He kissed her, claiming her lips first and then her mouth as his own. He didn’t deserve her, he knew that, but somehow she was here all the same. Her heart open wide and eager for him to make a nest right inside. “Thank you for understanding, and for being mine,” he murmured right up close to her ear.
Alle glanced at him. She touched his face, and pulled him close so that their lips brushed, and she spoke right onto his tongue.
“Just don’t lock me out.”
He nodded his agreement, then sealed his promise with a kiss. “I won’t.” He paused, then added. “I’ll try my utmost,” because when it came to it, he was a realist for all that he was a dreamer and an emotional hurricane, and he knew that on the bad days, like a tortoise, he was inclined to pull his head in and retreat.
Alle squeezed his hand, and he knew she understood. She understood him in a different way to Xane. Their communication wasn’t wordless, but there was understanding, and a sense of being home and whole when they were pressed together with barely a space between them.
“Fancy playing a game with me?”
His kisses traced along her jaw and down to her throat. She made a gulping sound, when his hands clasped fast around her arse pulled her flush against him.
“Is it perchance a game that involves a forty-two orgasm attempt?”
“Maybe not quite that many,” he hedged. “But getting off is certainly part of it.”
She nodded her assent, so he continued.
“It’s called, ‘You’re my favourite rock star, and I really want to bang you in a dressing room’.”
“So, it’s a bit of a wish fulfilment scenario. Is this a game you’ve played before?”
He shook his head. “Never, but I think I’ve a firm grasp of the rules having watched others. It starts with me sliding this here fly.” His finger pattered over the top of his zip, then slid open the top button of his leathers. “And then you walk in, all giddy and excited to see me, and somehow, my pants just fall off—”
“Yeah, I think I get the gist. Does what follows involve me kneeling while I choke on your enormous cock?”
“It could potentially be part of it,” he hedged.
