Looking up, his shoulders drop and a calmness washes over his face. “I am?”
“Yeah. It’s not safe for you stay in a house with a broken door.”
He looks toward the front of the house. “You did that?”
“Yeah. Didn’t have a choice.”
“Thank you.” His breath tickles my skin as he tries to whisper in my ear.
“You’re welcome. I don’t like the idea of you being here alone anyway. You might snooze through a bullet next time.”
He laughs awkwardly. “Yeah, let's not have that be something we put to the test.”
“Yeah, that'll be something we'll do our best to skip.”
“You were gone.” His expression turns serious.
“Yeah. Had a job to do.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“Mostly.”
“You got my message.” It's a statement, not a question.
“What message?” I say coyly.
“There are times I want to be left in the dark and not be sure of things, but right now I really need to be. I need to know today the way I needed to know last week at the hospital. Maybe even a little more.”
I let out a strangled breath, nodding. “Okay. Yes, I saw your message and yes it's why I'm here. It's also why I'm not leaving.”
“What about the reason you were gone so long? Why didn't you message me? And why did you also take Sheep Finder away from me?”
“I…” I lick at my dry lips. “We can talk about it over apple pie when we both wake up in the morning.”
“You haven't eaten it yet?”
“No,” I say without another beat. “I put it in the freezer because after you put the idea of us enjoying it together in my head, I was unable to picture another scenario happening.
“I get to finally eat in your kitchen.”
“Yeah…eventually but tomorrow it might all take place in my bed.”
He lets out a small whimper, rolling his ass against me and when I grab at his chin, he stands on his tiptoes, pressing a hungry kiss to my lips, his tongue darting in and out. I lose myself in his warmth, and dive in deeper until we both need to come up for air. Panting against my lips, nose rubbing over mine, he says, “What did you want me to do outside with the new phone you told me to buy?”
“If I tell you, you still have to do it, but no phone watching you, only me.”
“What was it?” His voice wavers.
“I was going to make you finger yourself on the boat in my pond while wearing that cowboy hat your viewers like so much.”
“How about when we finally start eating outside of your bed, I go for a walk after dinner and you come find me after I don’t return within thirty minutes.”
A groan crawls up my throat. “I think that’s a good idea.” I smirk and he kisses me again, breaking away when the cops flash their bright lights outside the windows.
“Oh, and you think you maybe can tell me your name now since I've practically had your cock down my throat? I'm pretty sure indents were left on the roof of my mouth too.”
With a half smile, I laugh and run a hand down his back. “Nicolas.”