I’d been hanging around, waiting for her to put them out while I fought the pressure in my bladder and had finally given in and run to the bathroom a minute ago. Of course that had been when she’d put them out. By the time I got back, I could see one of each left on the plate, along with a stack of the gross cookies, and I almost twisted my ankle getting them. It would take more than that to stop me, though, so I limped through the pain and got there without even breaking a sweat.
Rubbing my hands together, I reached out to scoop the three yummies up, already imagining how amazing they were going to taste…
“Rose,” a deep voice belonging to the man I’d been avoiding rasped in my ear, just as large hands spanned my waist. “Have you got a second?”
If he’d said my name like he normally did, I would have continued with my quest and replied over my shoulder. But the way his hands stroked slowly up and down my ribs, the tone he’d spoken in, and his penis’s proximity to my ass, eh, it would have been rude to do that. Instead, I turned around and tipped my head back so that I could look up into his dark blue eyes. “Yeah?”
His mom was Mexican, so he had olive skin and dark hair, and I knew that his dad was British, and the contrast of the Hispanic coloring with his dark blue denim colored eyes was fabulous. I was so caught up in looking at them, that I didn’t realize he was moving his face down toward mine until his mouth was roughly half an inch away from my own, and then my focus shifted to his lips instead. I also wasn’t aware that I was leaning backward over the table until the edge pressed against the L1 region of my spine, and I realized I couldn’t bend any further without lying flat out on the damn piece of furniture. Not that it was tempting – it really fucking was – but at my brother’s house, with everyone watching? Think of the children, and the therapy bills for everyone else, Rose.
My predicament gave him the advantage to get even closer until our fronts were pressed tightly against each other, and his lips were only just touching my own. And that’s when he flicked my bottom lip with the tip of his tongue and rubbed his nose down the side of mine.
“We need to talk,” he whispered, giving my bottom lip a flick again, and then moving so that his lips teased lightly down my neck. “I was wondering…” he paused, leaving me trying to get oxygen into my lungs as he moved his mouth up and down the area my anterior jugular was in, while I waited for him to finish.
When he didn’t say anything else, I figured he was enjoying himself too much to finish, and I lifted a hand to grab his waist, moaning when I felt how hard the side of his stomach was.
Over where his kidney was, protecting the organ that we really only needed one of to survive, was a rock hard mass of muscle. I’d seen many muscles in my career, a lot of them impressive seeing as how I didn’t work out so I didn’t have that tone and definition, but the way I pictured this one beat them all hands down. It also didn’t hurt that I’d seen the area in question on many occasions, and each time I’d wondered what it felt like, which had led to me picturing touching it… and licking it… a bit like he was doing right now to my neck.
Just as my head fell backward, and I started to think that paying for a lifetime of therapy bills for everyone was money well spent, he lifted back up again and shoved something in his mouth.
“Good talk,” he mumbled around the mouthful of food, giving me a wink, and then sauntered away again, leaving me wondering what the hell had just happened.
And that’s when I caught a whiff of something that made it all click into place, something which was confirmed when I turned around to look at where the three items I’d been reaching for had once been.
The asshole had distracted me to steal the baked goods I’d been reaching for. He’d played me!
He’d ruined two things I loved today, two things that took more time and effort to fix than I had today. This was war.Chapter ThreeRaoulI was laughing last night when I’d stolen the food literally from under her, but as I’d popped the last stolen item in my mouth on the drive home, I’d started to feel bad. That guilt had woken me up numerous times through the night and then I’d remembered who I was dealing with, so I’d gotten up to check my locks and windows, gone back to sleep, until I’d woken up feeling guilty again this morning.