Page 24 of My Crazy Killers
“I’d be heartbroken,” I tell him honestly. “But I’d understand.” When he doesn’t say anything again, just studies my face, I prod him for an answer. “Is it? Too hard?”
He turns further toward me and grabs my hand, his face softening. “I would take any piece of your heart you’re willing to give me. It might have bothered me a few months ago. But now? Now I see the family you’ve built around you. You inspire those killers to be better people. You saw something in them that nobody else did. You were alwaysspecial like that. The room would light up whenever you entered.”
He grins at me. "Maybe that’s just my own rose colored glasses talking, but I don’t care. I love you, Wren. And if you’ll have me, I’d love it if I could call you mine.”
Releasing both his hand and Jagger’s, I slowly push myself up.
“What are you doing? You need to stay still so your back can recover,” Elias says in worry, his hands hovering around me as if he doesn’t know what to touch.
When I’m sitting up, I turn to him, and his eyes instantly drop to my chest. “You’re not wearing a top,” he states the obvious, his eyes still fixated on my breasts.
I smirk as I pull my knees under me and move closer to him. “No, I’m not. Does that bother you?” I ask, my hands lifting to his shoulders and slowly threading around his neck, as I move closer.
Finally, his eyes raise to meet me. “Bother me?” He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Sweetheart, nothing about your body could bother me. Well, except for the wounds on your back.”
I move even closer, my breasts brushing against his chest as a small pulse of need flows through me. “You’ll just have to be careful then,” I tell him, closing the space between us as my hands finally sink into his soft, brown locks.
His hands finally get with the program as they raise to my hips, holding me firmly against him.
“Careful?” he asks quietly, his lips inches from mine.
I nod. “When you kiss me.”
I study his face, and when I see his nervousness quickly fade away, replaced with something darker, something filled with heat and desire, I grin.
He wastes no more time, one of his hands moving to theback of my head, and the other moves around to squeeze my ass as he pulls me tightly against him. His lips are suddenly on mine, and as if he's tired of waiting. He dives in full throttle, demanding entrance with his tongue.
His moves are a strange mix of passion and uncertainty, like he knows he wants to kiss me but isn’t exactly sure how to do it. It suddenly occurs to me that this could be his first kiss. He told me he’s a virgin, so it would be a pretty safe bet to say he hasn’t even kissed another woman.
Why is that so hot?
I show him how to kiss, caressing his tongue with mine and letting him repeat the motion back. I suck on his lip, and he groans, mirroring the action and making my core heat with need.
Needing to feel closer to him, I throw one leg over his lap and straddle him. Between his jeans and my thick tights, I can’t feel him where I want him most.
Eventually, he pulls his mouth from mine, gasping for air. “Fuck, sweetheart. That was incredible.”
“Was that your first kiss?” I ask hopefully.
He nods, looking sheepish. “Was it that obvious?”
“No. I just guessed. Besides, you seem to be a fast learner.” His grin matches mine as his hand squeezes my ass, and I try to grind against him to no avail.
“Seems you’ve gone and got our girl all hot and bothered,” Sly says, making me gasp as I press my chest tight against Elias on instinct.
I watch the four of them step back into the bedroom and notice the bandage on Pete’s arm.
“Don’t hide from us, little vixen,” Sly tells me as he moves behind me. He gently places his hands on my shoulders, then slides them down my front, gripping my breastsand squeezing them firmly. I gasp, arching into his touch as Elias’s wide eyes stare down to watch what he’s doing to me.
He pinches my nipples, and I moan.
“It’s hot, isn’t it?” Pete asks. “Watching him touch her while she’s straddling you?”
Elias nods, his eyes not lifting from the way Sly teases me.
“Want a taste?” Sly asks, lifting them higher like some sort of offering. Elias licks his lips, his eyes darting to mine in question. My cheeks must be bright red, but I nod quickly, telling him I’m more than okay with this.
He dips his head and swipes a tongue over a nipple, making me whimper. Then he covers the whole thing with his mouth and starts to lick and suck on my heated flesh. My hands tighten in his hair as I push myself harder against him.
