Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Morning comes too soon. The only reason I’m motivated at all to get out of bed except to go to the warehouse and deal with Katie’s piece of shit brother and get the goddamned mob off her trail.
Yep. Those are the only reasons I’d get out of bed right now.
She feels too good. Katie’s curled around me, leg twisted with mine, her cheek nuzzled against my chest.
Somehow I slept. But not much. My eyelids are sandpaper.
When I glide my hand up her smooth, delicate back, Katie murmurs something.
“Wake up, beautiful.” I kiss her forehead as I try to forget the raging morning wood I’ve got going on under the sheet. And I mean raging. Shit I could hammer nails.
“We’ve got to be in church in half an hour.”
She perks up like a switch has been flipped. “Half an hour? Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”
“Cause you look like a doll sleeping in my bed. I didn’t want to break the spell.”
A shy smile ghosts over her pretty mouth. “You’re tenting the blankets.”
“Like I said, I’m constantly hard around you. It’ll go down.”
Stretching like a kitten, she slides that sexy as fuck body against mine.
I groan deeply, gripping my cock. Fuck me. She feels good.
“I need to get out of this bed right this fucking minute.”
When I flip back the blankets and she squeals.
“Cold. That was rude.”
It makes me insanely happy that she wants to stay in bed next to my warmth. My goal is to have her addicted. But we got problems to deal with.
“Let’s go, sunshine. We got people to see and the mob to get rid of.”
“How’s a girl supposed to resist that?”
She gives me a sassy little eye roll as she pushes her hair back over her shoulder, tempting me to shove my fingers into it.
I tug her up from the bed and set her on her feet. Once I know she’s steady, I get the hell way before I do something we don’t have time for.
“Here’s a shirt.” I toss a black Kings of Darkness T-shirt to her as I head to the bathroom.
When I come back she’s holding it up, raising her eyebrows. “Well… It’s pretty long, but I should have pants. Otherwise someone might see that I don’t have panties on.”
That stops me cold, my eyes snapping to her. “We’ve got to get your things sorted. Try these on.”
Laughing, she holds the sweats I toss her.
“Skull,” she says, shaking her head. “These are HUGE.”
“Gym shorts?”
“They’ll be huge too. Look at you. Look at me.”
This isn’t going well. Muttering a curse, I grab my cell phone off the night stand. “Hold on.”