I am? “Okay then.”
He snorted, squeezing her hand slightly.
Okay then.
He was next in line to be Patron. A very eligible bachelor. He’d pretty much declared his intentions to her and she’d said, okay then .
Somehow though, it seemed fitting. He liked it. Liked that she accepted what he was. Liked the speed of her pulse when he’d touched her bottom lip. She wasn’t a fawning innocent. Nope, not one bit.
She knew what she wanted. And he loved that.
What she wanted was him, which he also liked quite a bit.
“That smile you’re giving me is pretty intoxicating.” She rolled over to pick a nearby flower and in one easy movement was back at his side
He nearly choked on his tongue at how lithe the movement was. Oh and the lovely jiggle of her boobs.
“I hear you let your beard get bushier over the winter. I didn’t see that and I’m bummed. You’ll need to do it again this year so I can get a firsthand look,” she told him.
Somehow they’d gone from relationships to his beard with no real discernable transition.
“You were discussing my beard with people?”
Katie Faith kissed his neck, at the hollow behind his jaw.
“Not just your beard. You in general. Your brothers. Hotness of shifter boys with all that hair of yours. You’d never allow me to take a picture after I tucked wildflowers in your beard, right?”
“You’re amusingly random just now, Katie Faith. But as it comes with kisses, I’m going along with it.”
“No, would you? I mean, I saw someone who posted a photo of her boyfriend and he’d had all these wildflowers tucked in it. His beard, I mean. I remember thinking it was so sweet that he’d allowed it and then I laughed and thought it was probably just so he could keep on seeing her boobs.”
“Boobs are a great motivator, in my personal experience. I’m pretty simple that way. And I suppose if it got me a sight of your boobs, I might just let you tuck flowers in my beard.” If she was straddling him, shirtless as she did it. Yeah, that would be okay.
“And let me post a picture up on social media?”
He rolled her to her back, pinning her with his lower body. “Now you’re being greedy.”
“I totally am. Will you discipline me?”
He rolled his hips, grinding his cock into her so they both sighed softly. Longing.
“You’re a dirty one, huh?” God he hoped so.
She looked up at him, coy but artfully, purposefully so. “I never really thought so, but now I guess yeah. When it comes to you, I’m filthy.”
“I love that answer.” He dipped down to kiss her, a brush of lips, hers so soft and warm. Inviting. Her taste, sweet lord, the way her magic seemed to burst through his system when he slid his tongue along hers. Her sigh was as delicious as her taste.
Katie Faith slid her fingers through his hair and then did it again, this time lightly scoring her nails over his scalp until he moaned. She tugged when he tried to move away, holding him close enough to nip at his bottom lip.
A shock of sensation moved through him, driving his senses. More.
He settled in, resting in the cradle of her hips, letting himself drown in the taste and feel of her.
Magic surged between them as her eyes flew open. She arched on a gasp. “Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“More,” she said, tugging his hair to underline her point.
“Katie Faith.” He paused to suck in a breath, which didn’t help at all because all he breathed in was her and the magic they’d just made.
The pout on her mouth battered his control.
“I’m glad you know my name. Now, get back to it,” she snarled.
“Christ. You’re killing me,” he said, torn between laughing and giving in to her demand. “To be blunt, I’m not in high school anymore. If this goes on much longer it’s going to be a lot more than second base.”
She nodded. “Yes.” Again with the hair pulling.
“Out here. Outside. On a blanket,” he added.
This time her nod was more annoyed. “I’m fully aware of my surroundings.
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