“I’d be honored. And I’m gonna have to shop, because nothing in my closet is good enough for a gala.”
“I vote for something sexy as hell. Wait, no, I take that back. I only want you wearing sexy stuff when it’s the two of us.”
She laughed, clasping my hands, drawing them down her body.
“Is it just my impression, or are you getting more territorial by the day?”
“By the minute.” My words were almost a growl, because she was now pressing herself right against my erection.
“I see. I don’t like these terms, Mr. Winchester.”
Rising on her toes, she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“You make me feel sexy.” She gave me a quick peck on the lips.
“You fucking are.”
“And happy and appreciated... and safe.”
She pressed her lips against mine, but I wasn’t letting her go away with a quick peck this time. I deepened the kiss, my way of saying fucking yes to all that too. Her eyes were soft and vulnerable when we pulled apart, and I just kissed her again, until she was pliant against me. She had this cute, drunk-looking smile on her face when I looked at her again. She rubbed her stomach, flashing me a sheepish grin.
“That’s right. Haven’t fed you yet. Let’s get dressed. There’s a delicious breakfast place a block away.”
“Can we get in without reservations? Isabelle and I tried to go to a few places spontaneously, and it didn’t work out.”
“I’ll make a call. They’ll find a spot for us. Any time you need something, tell me and I’ll pull some strings.”
She chuckled, taking a step back. “Really? Thanks. You’re useful to keep around, Winchester.”
“Out of all my skills, pulling strings is the one that makes me worthy of keeping around?” I teased.
“Well, your seduction skills too. And general charming ability.” She was counting on her fingers with an exaggerated frown. “Clearly not for your cooking skills.”
“Come here, you little vixen.”
“Catch me.”
She darted away from me before I even reached out. I chased after her, catching up with her just as she was about to open the bedroom door. She was panting, smiling from ear to ear. I loved that look of pure joy on her face. I pressed my hands against the door, keeping her captive between my arms.
“Caught you.”
“You did. What are you gonna do now, do me against it? You’re really good at that.” She said the last words in a whisper.
“Another check on my skill list?”
“Definitely. A huge one. Pun intended.”
“First, I’ll feed you. Then... we’ll explore all the doors in here. Some of the walls too. The couch.” She licked her lips, drawing in a deep breath. Taking a step back, I pointed to the bedroom. “Now come on, let’s get dressed.”
“I like your priorities, Cole.” She opened the bedroom door, walking inside with a sexy-as-fuck shimmy in her hips.
“What do you do on weekends?” she asked while we changed.
“Depends. I play tennis or head out to meet friends in the Hamptons. Sometimes I’m on family duty, checking if anyone needs anything. I started that when my sisters first opened the brick and mortar store. They practically lived there, and I checked on them constantly. Mostly I dropped by with food and doing some minor repairs or helped with back-office tasks. Now they’re delegating a lot more and don’t actually need me anymore, but the habit is already there.”
“Did you check in this week?”
“No need. Got a picture from Tess. Half the family is camping out at Skye’s house. Isabelle’s there too. I think sis is going a bit crazy because of the bed rest.”