He reached between us and adjusted himself.
“There. The pain’s gone. You can keep touching me.”
I burst out laughing, and he grinned in return. He continued to tease me in the most ridiculous ways as I rubbed his arms, which was like rubbing cement. Only much smoother. Although my legs got tired, I didn’t settle my weight on his lap like I was sure he wanted. However, he did complain that his shoulders hurt. And once I’d rubbed those, he complained that his chest ached.
A knock on the door saved me from having to wave the surrender flag. I scrambled off his lap and around the couch, listening to the echoing rumble of his chuckle.
Emily’s brows rose when I flung the door wide. It was probably due to the flush staining my cheeks.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
“It’s fine. Tor’s enjoying tormenting me.”
“Very much,” Tor said, close enough to make me jump.
“Do you want to come in?” I asked quickly.
Emily shook her head.
“I wanted to stop by with a quick update and a biscuit.” She handed me a folded napkin with a warm lump inside. “The fey are doing great, and the supplies you found today will keep us going for at least the three days we planned.”
“Longer would be better.”
“That’s what she said,” Emily said with a smirk.
I flushed crimson, remembering Tor’s impressiveness.
“If you want to go for more supplies, Ryan is willing to go out for another bigger run. Not the city, though. I guess today was too close of a call.”
“It was,” I agreed. “But I trust Ryan’s intuition and the fey to keep us safe.”
“Sounds like you’ll be going out again then.”
“Yeah. Thanks for the biscuit.”
“You’re welcome.” With a wave, she walked away.
I closed the door and turned to Tor, who was half a step behind me.
“Do you want to try the biscuit without honey?” I asked, holding up the napkin.
He studied me for a long minute, no playfulness in his hungry gaze. Before I could get too nervous, he flashed his teeth at me and moved to bite the napkin-wrapped biscuit in my hand.
“No, not like that,” I said, dodging his attempt and hurrying to remove the paper. “Like this.”
I showed him the biscuit and took a small bite. It was good. Really good.
Tor captured my hand and brought the food toward his mouth. His lips brushed my fingers as he took a bite, and I felt a new round of heat flood my face. My mouth went dry, making it twice as hard to swallow under the circumstances. Tor’s thumb stroked the back of my hand before he released me.
“It’s good when it tastes like you,” he said, watching my face flush further.
I stepped around him and hurried to the kitchen to set the biscuit down and refill my glass.
“We didn’t find any meat today,” I said as I moved. “We should consider offering a few of the roasts in your freezer to the soup kitchen efforts. And it was fun having people over last night. What do you think of having your brothers who helped protect me over tomorrow night?”
I paused to gulp down some water, thinking that chaperones would be good. Safe.
“We could play some games, too,” I added.