King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC #6)(27)

I shook my head. “I’m good with beer.”

Something I said, or my tone, caused her to slow down and hit me with a smile that shot warmth to my gut. “Okay.”

She then busied herself heating my dinner, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and brought it all to the table for me. I sat on my ass and watched her every movement, paying special attention to her ass and legs that were painted with those tight-as-fuck jeans she liked to wear. As hard as I tried, I failed at not allowing my mind to wander back to last night when I’d had my hand in her pants. She hadn’t wanted to admit how much she wanted me. I’d known it wouldn’t take long to break her down though, because it was clear as fucking day that she wanted my hands on her.

“What are you thinking?” she asked as she placed my meal in front of me.

I hooked my arm around her and pulled her onto my lap. She came easily, sliding into place like she was made to be there, arm around my neck, tits pressed against me, smile blazing just for me. Moving my free hand to her throat, I ran my fingers over her collarbone and said, “I was thinking about our fingers deep inside you and about how much I need to taste you again.”

She bit her lip, and fuck if that didn’t hit my veins with a craving I knew wouldn’t be satisfied tonight. “I’ve never been with a man who has a filthy mouth like yours.”

My grip around her neck tightened. “Pretty fucking sure I told you never to mention another man to me again,” I growled, shocked as shit at the possessiveness sitting deep in my gut.

Heat radiated from every inch of her and she brought her mouth close to mine. “It needs to be said that you’re hot when you’re jealous.” As the last word fell from her lips, she kissed me, her tongue tangling with mine in ways that made me think of it on my dick.

Fuck.

Lily had me all worked up to the point I could hardly fucking think straight. Dragging my mouth from hers, I smacked her ass and ordered, “Off. I need a moment without you wiggling that pretty ass of yours all over my dick.”

She raised her brows, her lips twitching with a smile. “If I’m not mistaken, it was you who pulled my ass onto your lap, so stop your whinging and bitching.”

She did as I said, though, and sat next to me, watching me with amusement, and heat, and care all rolled into one. I’d never met a woman like her, and maybe that was half of my attraction to her, but the way she nurtured had a lot to do with it as well. Lily might have been gentle, with a softness I didn’t often see in my world, but she was also solid, and there for those she loved, and that was something that called deeply to me.

I took a swig of beer before asking, “When are you moving back home?”

“Oh God, I’ve hardly thought about that. Soon. The kids need to get back into a routine, and I do too.”

“It’ll be a mess, Lily. I can organise for the boys to clean it up for you.”

“Linc already cleaned it. Well, he said he did. I haven’t been over yet to inspect.”

“I’ll go over and make sure. Fingerprint dust is a bitch to fucking clean and there may be some shit that needs to be repaired or thrown out, depending on…” I pulled myself up—she didn’t need to hear or think about her sister’s blood splatter. “I’ll check it out and clean up anything that still needs it.”

“Thank you,” she said softly.

I eyed her mother who had entered the dining room, and Lily turned to greet her. “Hey, Ma. You okay?”

Hannah sat next to her and threw me a smile before answering her daughter. “I’m just tired, that’s all. I think I might go to bed now.”

Exhaustion lined her face. Hell, it lived and breathed all over her. She was far from the woman I’d met who talked my ear off.

Lily reached out to hug her. “Do you want a sleeping pill or do you think you’ll be okay without one?”

Tears pooled in Hannah’s eyes as she nodded. “Yes, I think I need one, darling.”

Lily jumped up. Glancing at me, she said, “I won’t be long.”

I jerked my chin. “Don’t worry about me.”

She ushered her mother out, speaking soothingly to her as they went, leaving me in silence. I sat and ate the best damn meal I’d eaten since the last time I’d had Lily’s cooking. The peace and quiet in this house was fucking music to my ears. And yet, it wasn’t completely quiet because I could hear the kids arguing over something. But without the tension I was used to being surrounded by daily, this was peaceful. Calm.

I finished my dinner and beer, and had just finished washing the dirty plate and cutlery when Lily walked into the kitchen. She moved next to me, placing her hand on my hip. “Thanks for doing that.”

I didn’t know if it was the need I had for her, or the gratitude I heard in her voice, or the softness in her eyes, or what the fuck it was, but one of those things drove me to reach for her waist, lift her onto the kitchen counter, and crush my lips to hers.

She moaned into my mouth as her legs and arms circled me. By the time we finished with the kiss, we were both a mess of frantic desire. Problem was, we couldn’t do anything with it. Not with her family in the house.

Gripping my hair, she panted, “God, I want to fuck you.”

“Jesus,” I rasped, “I need to get out of here.”

She pulled her head back to look me in the eyes. “You’re not staying the night?” Her disappointment couldn’t be mistaken. It was written all over her and bled from her voice.