Jonah smiled as his eyes found the perfectly round
globes of Brie's ass, a cock–swelling sight. A rumble
flared deep in his chest while watching her reach up, arms
extended above her head, stretching her curvy body. She
rose to her tiptoes, holding a crystal vase in her hands.
His gaze followed the splendid curves of her breasts,
down a narrow waist and full hips. Licking his lips, biting
back a growl, he didn't want to move from the sight of her
erotic pose, but he couldn't let her harm herself either.
She should've asked for help and waited for him to be
available to assist her.
But if he had, he wouldn't have been able to enjoy the
pleasure of stumbling upon her perfect body displayed in
such a gratifying way. Seeing her this way had his cock
hard and ready. Then again, he was always hard and ready to
be naked with his precious little vixen, making love to her
and enjoying her intoxicating flavor and scent. She aroused
even the animalistic beast that lay dormant inside—at
least it appeared dormant most days.
Grumbling, he warned, "Don't even think about it, mate."
Eyes wide, like she'd been caught doing something she
shouldn't, she stared back at him. "Don't think about
what?" she wheezed, still stretching her body.
"You know what," he growled, stepping closer to her,
his cock filled with the heat of primal needs. "You
could've waited for me."
She returned to placing the vase on top of the
entertainment stand as if he hadn't interrupted
her. "Sorry, Babe, but I couldn't take it any longer. I
couldn't wait another minute to add something a little
feminine to this very masculine bachelor pad."
Clearing his throat, he corrected, "Former bachelor
pad."
She batted her golden lashes at him with a grin. "If
you expect me to live in this ‘former bachelor pad,' there
needs to be something that says a woman actually does live
here. Right now it doesn't say anything except, ‘where's
the TV, pizza, and beer?'"
The corners of his mouth twitched as he fought the urge
to smile at her. He should've expected this sooner. They'd
lived together for almost a month now, and she hadn't
complained once about his insistence that she move in with
him while Sebastian was away. He needed to keep her close
for more reasons than Mason Levi, the virus–infected
fugitive were–animal that escaped from prison just
over a month ago.
He needed her close because the mating heat was
ferocious in the beginning. The need to bend her over the
nearest piece of furniture and take her fast and furious
was like a nail hammering into his skull and boiling water
scalding his brain. How his brother, Sebastian, was
handling being away from her even for a second amazed the
shit out of him.
"I love that you want to add some of your things to our
home," he said, stepping behind her at the base of the
three–step stool. Her beautiful, perky ass teased his
vision.
She grinned. "Oh really?" She snickered with a hit of
sarcasm.
His lengthening canines bit into his bottom lip. He
groaned, inhaling her sweet floral scent. "Hell yes," he
snapped out with heat in his gaze. "If this is the sight I
can expect each and every time you put a new feminine touch
in our home, then I have absolutely no objections." His
warm hands grasped her outer thighs and slowly crept up to
her ass. He heard her breath catch. He'd never get tired of
feeling the blazing chemistry burn hot between
them. "However, I do have one suggestion," he told her, a
smile creasing his lips.
Glancing down at him, she giggled. "And what, may I
ask, is that?"
He locked in on her sensual expression. She had to know
what he was about to suggest. It was him after all, the man
who couldn't go one full day without some kind of sexual
reference to her. Sex with her was all he thought about.
Unable to hide his wicked smile, he revealed, "That you
do so naked."
Taking a few steps down the ladder, she twisted to face
him. Licking her lips, she moaned, "I'm sure I can manage
that." She reached her hands out, palms pressed flat
against his chest, breathing harder. "But what will you do
with me when I am naked?" Her delicate index finger toyed
with the collar of his shirt, dipping to his skin, burning
him like a branding iron. "Will you simply watch me as I
hang pictures, my nipples scraping against the rough
canvas, or as I arrange frilly pillows that glide causally
over the skin of my arms and breasts? Will you wish to
touch me as I drape throws over the sofa and chairs, the
soft chenille basking over the flesh of my chest, stomach,
and thighs? Will you keep your distance as I elongate and
arch my body to add flowers to the top of the bookshelves?"
Her breathy voice sent hot blood pumping straight to
his cock. Nuzzling her neck, his voice a husky growl, he
teased, "Why don't I just show you?"
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