“Me!” Kian says, knocking shoulders with him. “You’re supposed to bring me.”
“Oh, right.” Avery rolls his eyes. “I can do that.”
Niall pats him on the back. “Was that sarcasm I just heard? Aren’t you afraid our illustrious prince is going to turn you into a pumpkin?”
“He’s a prince, not my fairy godmother,” Avery answers as he tries to reach into the cookie jar.
“We’re going inside now.” Kian tugs me toward the house.
“Have a good night!” I manage to call over my shoulder before he slams the door in their faces. “That was rude,” I told him.
“They’ll survive,” he answers as he makes his way to the kitchen, bag in hand. “I brought food, by the way. Figured you’d be hungry after work.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“And you didn’t have to let Niall abscond with your cookie jar. But you did.” He drops the bag on my counter and then wraps both arms around my waist and pulls me against him. “Besides, it’s the least I can do considering I’m hoping you’ll let me sleep in your bed again tonight.”
“Don’t you have a bed in your own house?” I ask, tongue in cheek.
“Sure I do. But it’s lonely. And cold. And it’s four hundred years old. Yours is much more comfortable.”
“I’m sure.” I press kisses to his jaw, marveling once again at the perfect line of it. “You don’t actually think I’m going to buy this sob story, do you?”
“It’d be helpful if you did.”
“I bet. Nobody likes to sleep in an uncomfortable bed.”
He grins. “That’s what I’m saying.”
“So, that’s what we’d be doing then? Sleeping?”
“Well, sleeping and some other stuff…if you’re interested.” He slides his hands down to cup my ass.
“Oh, I’m definitely interested. But Niall absconded with the last of the snickerdoodles, so what are we supposed to do instead?”
“I’m really glad you asked.” His grin goes from amused to wicked, and he starts backing me out of the kitchen. “I’ve got a couple ideas I’d like to run by you, if you’ve got time.”
“Oh, I’ve got the time.” I wind my arms around his neck as he maneuvers me down the hall to the bedroom. “But what about dinner?”
“Fuck dinner,” he growls, all deep and gravelly. “I’ve got way more interesting plans for your mouth.”
“Isn’t that a coincidence? So do I.”
Chapter 19
Kian
I don’t know where this need has come from, if it’s always been inside me waiting for the right person to let it out or if it’s new because I finally met Savvy. All I know is that it’s been burning me alive since I first saw her at that gala and it shows no signs of quitting now that I’m so close to having every part of her.
For a second, just a second, Garrett pops into my head and I wonder if he felt the same way about her. If this raging fever in my blood, this unquenchable need I have for her, is something he had, too. But if he did, why would he give this up? Why would he give her up? It makes no sense, but then, none of this does.
Nothing does but Savvy and the need I have for her.
I move forward, move her backward, until she is pressed up against the back wall of the kitchen. Then, for long seconds, I don’t do anything else. I just stand there, savoring the feel of all those lush curves of hers resting so gloriously against me.
I want to touch her, to wrap myself up in her softness until my senses are glutted with her. Overloaded. But I’m trembling like a kid, my need making it impossible to think, to breathe. To plan. I want all of her at the same time, need to kiss and touch and fuck her until I’m nearly insane with it.
Control, I remind myself as I press kisses down her throat. It’s all about control.