He groans, and I think he’s going to give in and put both of us out of our misery until the moment he finally moves, pulling his hand from mine so that he can yank me beneath him. He stares down at me, eyes wild, chest heaving, and his mouth…that mouth. There are so many things I want to do with that mouth.
“Cypress.” He drops his head, letting it hang for a moment between his shoulder blades. The sudden shift in his demeanor makes me question if I’m still allowed to touch him, if he still wants me to…
“We can’t do this,” he says finally. “We can’t.”
“Is it the roof?” I ask, trying to keep the tone light, my fingers digging into the blankets so I won’t succumb to the urge to dig them into him. “Not ideal?”
He looks up, shakes his head, but I breathe a little easier when I see his eyes are soft. “Not ideal,” he repeats, though the way he slowly peers over the edge makes me think he’s just remembering where we are. “We also need to get our plan together.”
“Our plan?” I ask. He’s still caging me in like he’s afraid I’m going to make a break for it. “Our plan for…?”
“Fugitives,” he says, as if he can’t understand why that’s not at the top of my mind. “We’re still fugitives.”
“Right,” I say slowly. “And…?”
“That’s bad, Cypress. That’s a problem.” He quirks an eyebrow at me, clearly amused. “Interesting.”
“What?”
He smirks, those wavy strands I just had my fingers in partially covering his brown eyes. “Not as sharp when you’re horny, are you?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “It would be a mistake for you to assume I’m notalwayshorny. But, forgive me for not immediately following the switch from you wanting to fuck me to you wanting to discuss us being wanted criminals.”
“I didn’t—” he starts to say before I shoot a meaningful glance toward his cock, still making itself known through the bulge at the front of his pants. He rolls his eyes. “Fine, but the point still stands.”
“Well, something definitely does,” I mutter. “Impressively, might I add.”
“I felt you, too, Cy,” he reminds me, leaning lower so that his face is inches from mine. “Can even now, so don’t act—”
“Iwasn’t,” I interrupt him, unflinchingly meeting his gaze. “Ihave never once pretended like I didn’t want you. Anytime, wolf. Any place. You just say the word.”
His eyes drop to my mouth and hold there before coming back up. “We can’t just pretend... We need to figure out our next move, remember?” he says, voice strained. “We need to know what we’re doing here.”
“And apparently what wearen’tdoing.” I finally touch him again, but only to ease him off me. Something he appears as reluctant about as I am as I gather up the blankets and bedroll.
“Are you coming?” I ask him, turning to start backing down the roof.
He studies me, then the roof. “I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”
“Why?” My head tilts, my face the picture of innocence. “Are you also not as sharp when you’re horny?”
He glares at me, but a few moments later when I swing myself through the bedroom window, he follows right behind me.
Well…fuck.
I think…I think I may have lost my grip on this situation. Not that I ever really had one, but…I sure asfuckdon’t now.
This is…this is a problem. This is…notgood.
“Aiden?” My head shoots up when I hear Dolly call my name, and I realize I’ve been staring at the same section of wood on her kitchen floor for God knows how long instead of eating my breakfast, something she’s probably noticed. Cypress certainly has.
When I look to where he’s seated across from me, the only thing obscuring his giant grin is the cup of coffee he’s bringing to his mouth. Everything else about him, from his styled hair beneath his hat to his black clothing, is back to flawless after he’d cleaned himself up this morning at the same time I did. Albeit separately. Which waswise.
If he’s got his hat on, I suppose I could, too. Might make me feel less like all of my thoughts are being read by the two peopleat the kitchen table with me. Although, it might also seem odd to put it on now when I’ve had it off and I’m not on my way out the door. Maybe I should be. Maybe I need some air. Maybe…
My eyes sweep Cypress up and down as he leans back in his chair, looking perfectly at ease. God damn him, butGod, he looks good.
Does he always look this good?Yes, murmurs a voice in the back of my head, the same one that a moment later says,Yes, you fucking havewhen I wonder if I’ve simply not noticed before today.