Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,178

to look up at her as she still stood on the couch. “Well don’t get too excited, baby,” I purred. “Because you look pretty human to me.”

“Maybe you should get a kiss from the spider then?”

“Naw. His lips are hairier than yours.”

She tried to fight off a smile at that and I reached up to curl a hand around her cheek. “You gonna keep me waiting?”

Her gaze drifted to my mouth and she shook her head slowly, moving forward to lean on the back of the couch as she closed the distance between us.

I let my hand slide from her cheek, reaching out with my other arm as well and curled my hands around her waist, liking the way her soft skin felt beneath my rough hands.

“Just one kiss,” she warned.

“Just the one,” I agreed.

She let out a shaky breath and leaned in, the vanilla and honey blossom scent of her enveloping me as she looked into my eyes.

Her lips parted and her eyes fell shut as she leaned closer, her lips almost brushing mine before I turned my cheek and the soft warmth of her mouth grazed against the stubble on my jaw.

She pulled back in surprise, her eyes widening as she looked at me like she wasn’t sure what the hell to think of that. “That’s the second time you’ve made me lean in for a kiss and rejected me,” she growled.

I laughed darkly, my grip tightening on her waist as I tugged her closer, our mouths almost touching again. But not quite. “I only kiss girls who I want to make mine in every way,” I said in a low voice. “It’s not necessary for fucking and I don’t see the point in it unless it means something.”

Her eyes widened as she took that in, her gaze holding me captive for a long moment and I had to admit I was tempted to find out what she tasted like.

I shifted one hand from her waist to her hair and fisted her blonde locks through my fingers, tugging her head back before dipping my mouth to the hollow of her neck and running my tongue right up to that spot beneath her ear. She gasped at the contact, a shiver running through her entire body as I growled with desire.

“But don’t worry, baby, if you want me to, I can do much better things to you with my mouth than kissing.”

I released her and stepped away again, beckoning for her to follow me as I headed down the short corridor which led out through the back of the church.

A moment later, her footsteps followed me and I smirked at the fact that I’d shocked her into silence for once.

I led her through my bedroom and into the bathroom where she slept, picking up the huge bag of makeup Saint had bought her and rifling through it until I found a blood red lipstick. The perfect colour for smearing over my cock. Which I still wasn’t convinced would be happening, but I liked to prepare for the best outcome.

I left her to put it on and headed back into my room, ditching my own clothes in a heap on the floor before pulling on a pair of black jeans and a white tank. All the better to see the bloodstains later.

Last, I grabbed my favourite leather jacket and threw it on before grabbing my second favourite for her.

Tatum emerged from the bathroom as I headed back towards it and my eyes widened as I took in her dirtied up look. She’d even gone one better than just putting on that lipstick for me and had shadowed her eyes to match. She looked fucking badass and I was more tempted than ever to put that bad ass to good work.

I tossed her my jacket and she hesitated a moment. “Saint doesn’t like me smelling like you.”

“Saint’s not here, baby, and I want you marked out as mine tonight in every way thinkable.”

She swallowed thickly at my words and for a moment it didn’t even look like she hated them as she pulled my jacket on. Yes. Fuck yes.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her back out into the living room and she breathed a laugh as she picked up on my excitement. There was a tall set of drawers by the door and I opened the top one, taking two rolls of cash from it. There was two thousand dollars in each of them. Saint’s pocket change. I’d pay him