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458 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 20, 2012
“You, my dear kitten, are impossibly titillating.”
I glance over at Marshall, lacking the energy to properly roll my eyes. I think the expression “one-track mind” was literally derived from him.
“I don’t know what the hell you just said, but it sounds disastrous.” My eyelids sear themselves shut. Normally, I wouldn’t fight my body on the much-needed snooze-fest its trying to procure, but I feel rather exposed spread over the length of Marshall’s couch and he’s gearing up to pounce. I can feel it.
Marshall gazes down at me with a content look on his face. I reach up and touch my hand to his cheek.
“You really are a good listener, you know that?”
He loses himself while grazing over my body with those sun-scorched eyes, so I place my hand over his to listen in on his private musings. Usually, he can throw them at me at a distance, which is his way of showing off his Sector prowess, but for now, he’s lost in lust, too far gone to throw anything coherent my way.
My mouth desires to trace out the landscape of her every curve. I crave to have her, right down to her tiny beautiful feet. How I yearn for the moment she graces my chambers night after luscious night with all of the affection we can afford. We’ll charge the air with our ferocity. I can almost feel her skin burning against mine, the singe of her thighs smoothing over me as I make her my wife with a pronounced finality.
And there’s that.
“I can hear you,” I say.
A smile rides up his cheek. “Though the deep drink of our love tarry—wait for it.”
“You know…” I readjust my neck over his lap. “Sometimes I feel as if I’m all alone.”
“You have me.” His serious eyes penetrate mine. “For the rest of your days, I will be here for you—someone to trust, to lean on—to have and to hold from this day on.”
Marshall is a thing of beauty both inside and out. I reach up and touch my fingers to his lips. Somebody is going to be very lucky to love him fully one day.
“Those sounded an awful lot like wedding vows,” I whisper.
“You will be everything to me, Skyla. A lover…” He kisses a finger. “A friend…” He kisses the tip of another. “A spouse…” He pushes my finger into his hot mouth and I pluck it out. “Where shall we spend our honeymoon?” He goes right there without provocation.
A pair of arms circle around my waist, a kiss is dropped on my cheek from behind. It can’t be Marshall because I don’t feel like I’ve been assaulted by a human vibrator. It feels genuine, born of love and wanting, a hint of the future locked in its warmth.
Logan appears in front of me and waves a pair of condoms in the air.
“Ambitious,” I say.
“House special.” A not-so-guilty smile blooms on his face.
Gage flicks the prophylactics away before holding up a pair of his own with a lust-born grin.
“So what are you guys going to do with them?” I ask, slightly perturbed that both Olivers dare approach me with glorified water balloons, and on this the very same eve.