Chapter Thirteen #2
Nox joins me, his hands full of coffee and pie, and he gives me a hip bump. “Be patient. You never know what tomorrow will bring. A shift in the winds and the swell might be perfect. Come on, let’s put these in the fridge for later and load the game.”
I turn away from the gorgeous view and follow another gorgeous sight into his house.
Nox is wearing jeans that hug his ass spectacularly, and I am not sad to see him walk away from me in the least. He walks through the door, and I follow him but squeal in shock when a furry creature leaps at me, hissing and clawing at my legs.
Luckily I’m wearing jeans, otherwise Stormheart would have done some damage.
“Stormy, no,” Nox scolds, hurrying to put down his bundle as I try to nudge the attacking cat away from me.
“I am so sorry. I don’t know what has come over him.
” He hurries back and lifts the cat away from me.
He glares at me over Nox’s shoulder as he carries him to his cat tree, scolding him for his behavior.
I feel such loathing and judgment from the animal.
It’s weird, I’ve never had a pet, but this doesn’t bode well for me being a queen to the shifters if I can’t even get a domestic cat to like me.
“No harm done. I guess I am intruding in his space. He usually gets you all to himself.” Nox quickly dumped our pie and coffees on a small table inside the door, so I grab them and carry them over to the kitchen, popping the pie in the fridge for later then grabbing our coffees.
I take a sip from mine. It’s a caramel latte and just the right amount of sweetness I needed.
Nox finishes soothing his cat, and I hand him his own hazelnut latte.
He takes it before turning his attention to loading our game.
I toe off my shoes and take a seat on the sofa, bringing my legs up underneath me and just watching him. His body is pure poetry in motion, elegant and graceful as he moves around his home.
“See something you like?” His amused voice jolts me out of my slight trance, and I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment at being caught.
“You’re pretty to watch, what can I say.” I shrug, owning my weird ways.
He winks at me. “You aren’t so bad yourself.
” Nox passes me a controller and kicks off his own shoes before joining me on the couch.
It’s fairly large, but he sits right next to me so our sides are touching.
I can feel the heat of his body through my clothes, and I can’t help the shudder that rolls through me.
He seems to run hot, and I can imagine what his naked skin would feel like against mine—toasty warm.
He must see it and mistake it for being cold. “Are you cold? Do you need me to light the fire? I don’t feel the cold very often, so I don’t usually bother lighting it.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m okay,” I reply, but he reaches for a folded blanket at the end of the sofa and shakes it out before placing it over my legs.
“Well, I wouldn’t want you getting sick or using the excuse of being cold for letting our team down,” he teases me.
“You just worry about keeping up with me,” I retort, and we turn our attention to the game.
I’m not sure how much time has passed, but eventually, I need to get up and use the bathroom. It’s dark outside now, and the only light in the cabin is from the screen. I pause the game in the middle of a fight scene, unable to wait any longer.
He looks at me, his brows wrinkled with confusion. “What’s wrong? We almost had them.”
“Ugh, I need to pee, I’m sorry.” I throw the blanket off, but I get tangled and end up falling into his lap. My breasts press against his chest, and my lips are only inches from his.
We stare at each other for a second. I think we’re both shocked into stillness, but then it’s like we both come to the same decision and close the gap between us.
Our lips clash together as his hands circle my body and tug me into a better position.
I groan, partly because my bladder aches, but mostly because he can kiss like the devil.
His tongue tangles with mine, slowly and sensually, and he drags his teeth across my bottom lip before nipping.
As much as I want to enjoy this kiss, I have to pull away, because I will literally wet my pants.
We’re breathing heavily, and his eyes are foggy with lust when I push myself off him. “As much as I want to continue this, I really need to pee.” I grimace and try to make my way through the dimly lit cabin.
A light flicks on, and when I turn back to look, he’s standing next to a lamp, adjusting himself.
I make it to the bedroom quickly now that I can see, and I can’t stop the smirk that crosses my lips as I make my way into the bathroom.
I’m pretty thrilled to see he was as affected by that kiss as I was.
I quickly do my business then flush and wash my hands. I stare at myself in the mirror, noting my eyes are hooded and my cheeks are flushed. I just hope we can continue what we started. Damn my bladder for interrupting.
When I return to the living area, he is in the kitchen arranging our pie slices on some plates. There’s a tub of ice cream next to it, and he points to it with a spoon. “Do you want ice cream with your pie?”
I feel disappointed that he’s not still on the couch. I was hoping we could continue what we started. I bite my lip and remember how his teeth felt on it, and then I decide to be bold.
I stride over to him, take the tub of ice cream, and shove it back in the freezer, then I take the two plates with the pie on them and put them in the fridge before turning my attention back to him. He’s leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, watching me with a small smirk on his face.
“I don’t know about you, but I suddenly have a craving for something else,” I tell him before palming his head and drawing him down to kiss me.