Page 19 of The Labor Date
“They seem content. Let’s leave them be for a while. Come with me,” I whisper, and don’t give her time to return to responsible cat-mom mode. It’s Holly and me. Just us. And I’ll take full advantage.
I pull her into the hall, shutting her door. I haul her over my shoulder quickly enough she yelps. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry about them. You know what I think? We finally have our chance…”
I boot my bedroom door open and march us inside, shutting it with a satisfying click.
16
SCOTT
I set Holly down slowly,letting her toes brush the carpet before sliding my hands up her thighs, her hips, her waist. She’s breathless, flushed from wanting.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I rasp, tugging her closer. I claim her lips, forgetting all about the cats in the next room. My only focus is on her. “I want you naked. Now.”
She laughs, her lips grazing my jaw as her hands slip under my shirt. “You’re cocky, you know that?”
“Confident,” I correct, nipping her ear. “And about to prove it.”
I peel off her yoga pants and sports bra, slow enough to make her squirm, fast enough to keep from losing my mind. The only thing left is her thong, and that doesn’t hide much. She’s gorgeous, with curves that beg for my hands, skin warm and soft against my palms.
Her gasp when I kiss down her throat titillates me, and I chase it lower, tasting and teasing each nipple, until she arches against me.
“Scott…” Her voice is a plea, her fingers threading into my hair as I slide lower still. I take my time, savoring every soundshe makes and tremor of her body. I memorize every inch of her, wanting to brand myself into her bones.
She pulls me up, dragging me into a kiss that’s full of heat and hunger. I reach behind my head and tug off my shirt. Her nails scrape down my back, and probably leave marks. I mark her too, sucking hard along her collarbone as she reaches down the front of my sweats.
I flinch back. “I’m sweaty.”
“Then to the shower we go, if you can catch me.” She pushes me off of her and giggles, running through the house nearly naked. The chase is on.
I get to the living room and don’t see her anywhere. “Come on out, baby. You know you want more of this.”
I peek behind a couple of doors, and behind the couch. No sign of her. Then Winston appears and meows, sniffing around behind a comfy recliner.
For once, the white fluff ball does me a favor.
“Got you,” I jump behind and grab her. We’re both laughing so hard, I’m out of breath by the time I haul her over my shoulder. “Run from me, and you’ll never win.”
I swat her bottom lightly for good measure and take her right to the shower and turn the tap on. I undress quickly and cover her with my body.
Before I can claim her lips, she says, “But I think I’ve already won. Because I have you.”
“Fuck yes, you do.” I lift her up, backing her against the shower wall. I slide inside of her wet channel, and the entire world narrows to nothing but her tight heat and the way she clings to me like I’m the only thing keeping her whole.
“I’m going to make you mine,” I growl against her lips, thrusting deeper. “You won’t need any other man. You hear me? Mine.”
“Yours, all yours,” her answer comes on a shuddering moan, her body tightening around me. And then we’re moving together, fast and frantic, every kiss, every touch building until we’re both crashing, coming apart in each other’s arms.
After, I hold her close under the stream of water, my heartbeat hammering from everything we shared, words and deeds. I press a kiss to her hair and whisper, so she never forgets, “Mine.”
17
WINSTON
The wallsin this house are far too thin.
From my perch in the hallway, tail swishing like a metronome, I hear the muffled sounds coming from Scott’s room. Holly’s laughter. Her sighs and moans. The rhythmic creak of the bed frame that makes my ears flatten and my claws sink into the carpet.
