Page 31 of Slaying for Santa
“Tillie,” I remind him, and he shakes his head.
“She will get over it.” He drops his arms from his chest and turns back to finish serving us.
“I don’t think you know your sister too well if you think she’ll be alright with this,” I snap, and he snaps right back.
“Why the fuck not? Why would she have a fucking problem with us?”
Is he serious? Does he not remember who he’s talking to right now?
“She knows me, Kit. Too well.”
“And?”
“And?” I throw my hands up and huff. “She knows my preferences, Kitty. I imagine she wouldn’t want my emotional damage tainting you.”
At the use of Kitty, he turns a hard glare my way, looking more lethal than I’ve seen him before.
Damn him. I like that look. I wonder if he’d hit me if I begged him to.
“Maybe you don’t know my sister that well at all, Bell. She loves you. She’d never think of you like that.”
“Have you forgotten where I came from? How I grew up? What I did to survive that?” I ask him, taking a step back as my anger rushes to the surface at even letting myself slightly remember my upbringing. “In my experience, even the most supportive people don’t fully accept me, Kit. Tillie loves me. I know that. But facing this situation, I think you’ll find that blood is thicker.”
“You’re fucking wrong.” He tosses the tea towel down on the benchtop, taking a step towards me, but I take several back, making sure there’s plenty of distance between us.
“I’d rather not risk my friendship and find out. Tillie is all I have. If I lose her, then I have no one, and as hard as it is to believe, I actually do needsomeone. Ineedher.”
Just from his conflicted expression, I can tell there’s a war battling inside his head, but he nods, stepping back to the bench.
“I’ll talk to her.”
I go to protest, but his bellow cuts me off.
“LIBI!”
“Kit, don’t you dare say anything to her. I don’t give you permission.”
He scoffs. “I don’t need your fucking permission, Bell.”
I storm forward, fists balled. “The fuck you don’t.”
The moment I get close, he’s on me, his hands engulfing each side of my face as he kisses me.
I try to fight it at first, but he’s fucking stubborn, and unrelenting, and eventually, the combination of his spicy scent, the feel of his hard cock pressing against my pelvis, and the way his tongue tastes mine like he’s fucking starved for me, has me melting.
Damn him. I kiss him right back even though I know I shouldn’t.
When he breaks the kiss, we are both breathless, and his blue orbs look a little drunk as he stares at me. “Fight me in the bedroom all you like, Bell. But don’t fight me on this.”
“Can we table this conversation until after breakfast? I’m getting kind of hangry.”
He chuckles, dropping my face and stepping back.
“Can you please go up and wake Libi? I’m surprised she’s not already down here.”
I cringe. “Maybe she’s too scared to come out of her room. She probably heard us last night.”
His brows shoot up as he considers it. “Maybe. It probably sounded like we were killing each other.”
