Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,61
had become Hollywood not only because he’d come from California but because of his looks. Hearing his woman say something similar had him mock growling, pulling her into his arms; the damn towel he’d bought for her falling to the ground, forgotten. “I’ll show you Hollywood, mon pourri.” He kissed her, silencing her giggles with a heated kiss, his tongue dueling with hers.
Before he could lose his head, he broke their kiss, panting like he’d run a marathon. “Let’s get your hair dry so you can get some sleep.”
She didn’t put up a fight. He wasn’t sure if it was due to her being tired, or if her ass was still sore. He had a sneaking suspicion it had more to do with her tiredness than her learning a lesson. The dominant in him looked forward to the power plays with her in the future. He’d always win, but so would she.
Chapter Ten
TALENA STRETCHED, HER body aching in places that were pleasantly sore. The room was dark, the bed empty. She would’ve panicked if she didn’t know and trust Scott to have ensured she was safe. The need to go to the bathroom kept her from luxuriating in the huge bed any longer.
She rolled off the side closest to her, happy her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Her memory kicked in from the night before. While she’d been drying her hair, Scott made quick work of changing the sheets. Although she wouldn’t have minded sleeping on their mess, her fastidious guy clearly liked clean. She couldn’t wait to mess with his well-ordered existence.
Inside the huge bathroom, she finished up, splashed some cold water on her face, and stared at her reflection. “He must have this place set up like a Smart Home,” she said to herself, twisting her neck back and forth to work out the kinks. Although he hadn’t hurt her with his rough treatment, she definitely felt the strain in her joints. The slight twinges made her ache for his touch.
She pulled the borrowed T-shirt away to look down at her breasts, remembering the way he’d bitten her. A smile grew on her face as she saw the almost identical marks on each mound. If she could, she’d have Tymber tattoo the marks on each spot, so she’d have a permanent reminder of him.
“What’s put that look on your face, mon pourri?” Scott’s deep voice had her jumping.
“Good lord, you scared the bejeezus out of me, Hollywood.” She pressed her palm flat against her chest, wondering how long he’d been standing in the doorway.
He straightened, moving into the room, wearing a pair of loose sweats that hung low on his hips. “Hmm, I don’t think there’s a bejeezus in you, but I can be.”
She snort-laughed, holding out her hand to stop him. “Oh no you don’t. I’m starving, and I need more than your man meat and your succulent jizz to fuel me.”
Her words stopped him a foot from her with her palm grazing his chest, his own bark of laughter echoing off the walls. “Jesus fucking Christ, you are seriously hard on my ego. I’ll feed you real food, then I’ll stuff you with whatever I decide whether you like it or not. Come on, mon pourri, before I change my mind.”
Talena stood on her toes, puckering her lips. She’d already brushed her teeth, thankfully. Now she needed a kiss from the sexy-as-sin man in front of her to get her day started.
Hollywood bent, pecked her lips, then bent further, putting his shoulder into her stomach and stood with her draped over his back. A light tap to her rear, followed by a barked order of “Behave,” and then he was striding out of the bedroom and back down the hall to the kitchen.
She smelled the bacon first. “Oh, bacon. I love crispy bacon.” She tried to see around him since the night before she hadn’t a chance.
“I know how you like your food, baby.” He stopped and set her down, making sure she was steady on her feet. Gentle fingers drifted down her cheek. “Good morning,” he said, bending and giving her a sweet consuming kiss, she’d longed for.
“Can I help?” she asked once he let her up for air.
“There’s some cinnamon rolls in the oven over there. When the timer goes off, pull them out. You want some coffee?” he asked, indicating the coffee bar set in a small alcove in the corner.
“Oh, thank the lord. Want me to make you a cup?” She