"Maybe."
"It will. In my short time here I've seen Joyce ruin many relationships in one way or another and never have to own up to any consequences. Most women back down to her quickly when she spits her venom."
I smirk. "I'm not most women."
"Hell no you're not.” Havok smiles proudly." You aremywoman and you have defended my honor beautifully.” Then he wags his eyebrows. "Now show me your panties so I can properly thank you."
Giggling like an idiot, I press up on my tiptoes, wrap my arms around his neck, and smile against his lips. "I might have been inclined to do that, if only I were wearing panties."
His eyes go wide and Havok quickly moves his hands down my sides, up under the super flowy sweater and tank top, then slips his fingers into my leggings and cups my bare butt cheeks.
"You evil little pixie,” Havok groans as he squeezes my ass. ”Am I right in assuming that you are not wearing a bra either?"
I lean back and we both look down at my boobs, my nipples practically tearing holes in my shirt. ”Yep."
Havok growls and buries his face in my neck. "The sweetest torture delivered by a fallen angel." Then I feel his fangs drag up my neck. "I do believe you are trying to kill me, angel. My cock could not possibly grow any harder than it is right now."
"No?" I smile as I nip his earlobe before whispering, "So it wouldn't affect you in the slightest if I said that I skipped the bra and panties in hopes that when we got back home I could convince you to mate me, make me yours once and for all?"
Havok growls as he jumps to his feet, the evidence of how much he likes what I have to say pressed between us as he keeps me wrapped in his arms.
I laugh as he spins to face Andrej. "We are leaving."
Andrej smirks, takes a drink of his beer, and nods.
Yeah, he knows why.
Then he lifts a brow.
Which is code for “about damn time.”
Then we're off.
Havok is practically running out the back door. "I need you to be sure, my love. Do not toy with me. I need you to be sure you are ready to mate me, ready to become mine forever."
"I've always been yours, lovey, and I'm beyond ready to make it official."
The growl of possession, of satisfaction that leaves Havok's chest is so primal I momentarily wish I had worn panties because now my goddamn leggings are wet.
Oh well.
At the rate we're going, my vampire will probably shred them in an effort to remove them quicker anyway.
Without letting go of me, Havok straddles his motorcycle, my body still wrapped around the front of him and starts it up.
I laugh, "We can't really ride like this, can we?"
"Don't care.” He groans as I wiggle my hips. "It's no different from the way we would ride my horse. Just hang on tight and try not to make me come while I drive."
I lick his throat and bite his chin as he revs the engine. "I make no promises, my heart. If I decide I want you to come then you'll fucking do it."
"Evil, evil pixie."
* * *
We make it home in about ten minutes, which has got to be a record because it's almost a twenty-five minute drive from Bill’s, but when Havok doesn't cut the engine right away and palms the back of my head to keep it against his chest my stomach drops.
"Do not turn around, angel."
