“Feeling me up, and you don’t have to be sneaky about it.” I press my body tightly against his, loving the feel of his hard muscles.
Bubbles’ bark greets us from the other side of the door, but it’s such a small distraction from the cheeky smile I see lift Ambrose’s lips.
I need to touch him there.
Stretching, the space between my thighs becomes flush with his abs as I place a kiss on his mouth. I pull his bottom lip between my teeth, and my eyes watch as desire twinkles in his. The green color darkens, blending in with that cute heart-shaped cluster.
I almost want to beg him to take me to bed.
Beg to feel the kind of love only he can show me.
But I’m not sure I have the courage.
The fear of rejection keeps me quiet.
I have enough courage for a kiss, a deeper kiss that leads my tongue deep into his mouth until he’s moaning against it. One of his hands leaves my body, pressing against the door.
“Tell me you want me?” I ask, breaking off the kiss and giving him my neck, where he nips with his teeth.
“I want you,” he mumbles between tiny bites. “Tell me you need me.”
“God, I need you. In so many ways, I need you.”
My body acts on its own accord, hips swaying into him.
Courage comes from somewhere, and I’m ready to say those words. To beg for more.
Then we fall into the light, the door behind me opening silently.
Fast feet steady us as we fall into the foyer. Bubbles’ excitement is contagious, as she jumps all around us. That joy to have Ambrose home, I feel it, too, and it makes me hold him that bit tighter.
“Hey, girl,” he coos, running fingers through her soft curls. “I missed you, too.”
“She’s fed, by the way.”
We turn to find Annabelle with a smirk on her face, arms linked with Nyx at the door.
God, his face is a picture. There’s so much shock there, it’s borderline horror and almost fit for Ambrose’s bedroom wall.
This is the difference between knowing I want Ambrose and seeing how much.
I rest my head on his shoulder, his hand never leaving me. The other, never leaving Bubbles.
“Feeling better, I see.” Annabelle’s stare moves between us both. “I texted you both.”
We both give our reasons for not answering. Ambrose’s phone was dead, and I wish the same were true for me, but I’m just avoiding Shane. Shane, whom I will block when Ambrose is out of the room and can’t see any of his written hate.
“Well, regardless, I’m glad you’re home and feeling well. Just an FYI, I’m no doctor, but you’re probably not well enough for that.” Annabelle points to what I can only guess is an erection.
Guiding me down to hide it, I feel the confirmation—definitely an erection.
Keeping me in front of him, his tanned cheeks pinken as he says, “Don’t perve on me, Annabelle. Your boyfriend is right there.”
Nyx doesn’t correct Ambrose by saying they aren’t an exclusive thing. Instead, he says, “Her boyfriend can see it, too. And god, I have no idea where to look or what to say.”
His eyes fall on me, and I can’t help myself. My mouth opens, and the words just come out. “Because you know I’m about to go love my brother in a way I shouldn’t?”
The blush appearing on Nyx’s face boycotts the pink stage and goes straight to red.
