“I’m not fighting with you,” I disagree, even though I kind of am, but still kind of not.
“I love you,” he whispers, running his thumb down the column of my throat, and my body melts further into his.
“I know you do,” I whisper back, watching him grin.
Giving my neck a squeeze, his mouth comes closer to mine. “Tell me you love me.”
“You know I do.”
“Yes, but I want to hear you say it. There is nothing better than hearing you tell me that you love me.”
Searching his eyes, I lean even closer, and whisper, “I love you, even though you’re annoying,” against his lips. Then I watch close up as his eyes darken. Leaning in, he nips my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. “Dillon,” I gasp, pressing into his erection.
“Right here.” His free hand slides around my back and he locks my hips tightly against his as his mouth takes mine in a devastating kiss that leaves me wanting more, and whimpering at the loss of his mouth when he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine.
“Keep your phone close so you can hear it if I call,” he demands, sliding his hand from the back of my neck to the underside of my jaw.
“I will,” I agree, resting my hands against his chest and my lips against his in a soft touch.
“I wish I didn’t have to go back to the office.”
I wish that too. I wish we could get away for a few days, just the two of us.
“Me too.” I move my hands up his chest and neck, then his jaw, pausing to run my thumb over his bottom lip.
“Kiss me, baby. I gotta go,” he murmurs, and I pull my eyes from his mouth to look at him.
“If I don’t kiss you, will you stay?” I pout, and he shakes his head, pulling me closer and nipping my bottom lip again, this time hard enough to sting. Gasping, my mouth opens, and his tongue slides in against mine. I’ve missed this over the last few days. I’ve missed feeling consumed by him. I’ve missed having his hands and mouth on me. My body starts to come back to life and I rock against his erection, feeling it rub against my clit. “Don’t make me stop,” I beg. I don’t want him to stop this. He’s been so careful with me since I got home, and though, I do love his soft side, I miss the feeling of him owning me. Pulling back slowly, he presses one more kiss against my lips.
“I gotta go, baby,” he breathes regretfully, making me sigh in frustration.
“You owe me,” I grumble, squirming on his lap, and his erection hits me in just the right spot once more, making my breath catch.
“I’ll pay up.” He smirks, flipping me gently to my back on the couch. “We’ll go out to dinner tonight, your choice, so think about where you want me to take you.” He pecks my lips then stands quickly, adjusting himself as he does. “Call me if you need me.”
“I need you now,” I whine, tossing my arms over my head in defeat.
“Poor baby.” His eyes slide over me, and for a brief second, I think he’s going to change his mind, but instead, he shakes his head and adjusts himself yet again. “I’ll be home by five.” He leans over, kissing me once more before grumbling something under his breath as he leaves, shaking his head.
Getting up from the couch, I pick up my cell phone and take it with me, wanting a glass of water. Moving through one of the living rooms and down the long back hall toward the kitchen, I notice the door that leads out to the garage is open and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise on end. Dillon is always overly careful about locking up; he’s never left any of the doors open or unlocked.
Hearing something, my heart begins to race and my breath freezes in my lungs as panic starts to set in. Leaning back against the wall, I listen carefully, swearing I hear the sound of someone breathing. “Dillon?” I call, feeling my heart in my throat when I get no response. Lifting my cell that is clutched in my hand, I press 9-1-1 then move toward the door with my thumb on the call button. “Dillon,” I repeat, then jump and scream when the door is shoved open.
“Dammit, Leo!” I cry, holding my hand over my heart that feels like it’s about ready to explode out of my chest. “You scared the crap out of me,” I chide, scooping up my cat before he can get away from me. Hissing, he swipes at my chin, but then gives up on being mad and starts to purr when I flip him to his back and rub his tummy. Shutting the door to the garage, I lock it and head for the kitchen with Leo purring loudly in my arms.
Since we’ve been staying here, he’s been laying low. I don’t think he knows what to do with so much room to roam, and most days I find him hiding in the top of the towel closet in the hallway upstairs. “Have you been locked in the garage all day?” I ask, kissing his head before dropping him to the top of the island in the middle of the kitchen.
Stretching out, he looks around then looks at me before falling to his bottom. “You didn’t even eat breakfast,” I say, picking up his still full bowl of food and setting it on the counter near him. Looking at the bowl, he bends to sniff it then looks back at me and blinks. “Is it not to your liking, King Leo?” I smile, rubbing the top of his head. Seeing he’s not going to eat it, I dump the contents down the disposal and rinse the dish before grabbing him a new container of food. As soon as the dish is on the counter near him, he sniffs it again. Obviously finding it to his liking, he shoves his face in the bowl and begins to eat.
Taking a seat on one of the stools, I watch him lick the bowl clean, and then watch as he wanders around the top of the island for a moment before hopping across to another counter and up to the top of the fridge. “Are you going to hide up there for the rest of the day?” I ask him as he walks in a circle before lying down. “I guess that is a yes,” I mutter, taking a sip of water, and then jump as my cell phone rings. Seeing it’s my cousin June, I pick it up and put it to my ear, smiling. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, are you home?” she asks as the sound of the doorbell rings through the quiet house.
“Yes.” I snort, sliding off the stool. “But I think you’re supposed to call to make sure I’m home before showing up. Not call as you ring the bell.” I laugh, heading for the front door.
“I’m not there yet. I just left work. I should be there in five.”
“Oh, someone’s at the door. I thought it was you,” I say, and hear the sound of a horn through the phone then listen as she shouts.
“Put your cell phone down before you kill someone, asshole!”
Shaking my head, I mutter, “One day, someone is going to follow you home.”
“Please, if someone ever followed me, they would have to deal with Evan. You and I both know they would run for the hills the second they saw him.
“True.” I grin at my feet as I walk across the marble entryway toward the door, knowing she’s right. Evan would lose his mind if someone even looked at her in a way he didn’t like, especially now that she’s pregnant.
“But seriously, is checking Facebook so damn important that you can’t wait until you get home?” she grumbles.
“I wouldn’t know. After MySpace went up in smoke, I gave up on social media.” I smile, hearing her laugh. “Hold on a sec. Let me see who’s here.” I pull my cell from my ear and lean up on my tiptoes to look through the peephole. “Fuck me.” I close my eyes when I see none other than the she-bitch-from-hell standing on the front porch.