Catching Him(How to Catch an Alpha #1) - Aurora Rose Reynolds Page 0,57
I hadn’t met you, I still would not be moving home. I like where I am. I like the town. I like the people. And now, with you there, I know it’s where I’m going to stay. My mom is going to have to get over it. We live less than six hours apart. I’m not in China.”
I smile. He’s right. The drive actually flew by a lot more quickly than I thought.
“Just give her time. Hopefully, she’ll see you’re happy and find a way to deal with how she feels about you being gone.”
“As optimistic as you are, I’m tempted to go to the store, get shit for Thanksgiving, and spend tomorrow locked away with you in the cabin.”
“As wonderful as that idea sounds, and it does sound really wonderful, I don’t think that would be wise,” I say as he pulls up in front of our home away from home for the time we’re here. “I saw her crying at the door before your dad forced her inside. She’s upset. She loves you. Maybe you got through to her.” He looks doubtful. “And maybe you didn’t.” I squeeze his hand. “But I’m not going to let her scare me off, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
“And if someone from my past shows up at their house tomorrow?” he asks worriedly, looking at me.
“I’ll thank them for not being able to keep you.” I smile. “Unless they come on to you or touch you. Then all bets are off, because you’re mine.”
He grins. “Possessive?”
“Yes.” I’m not even ashamed.
Before I know what’s happening, my seat belt is unhooked and he’s dragging me over the center console and onto his lap. “Are you mine, then?”
“You know I am,” I say breathlessly as he slides his hand up my outer thigh, under my shirt, and over my waist and then stops with his thumb curved under my lace-covered breast.
“I think I might need you to prove it.”
“How would you like me to do that?” I moan when his thumb slides up and across my nipple.
“I’ll explain the ways in detail as soon as I get you inside.”
“Are you going to kiss me before then?” I drop my eyes to his mouth, which is so close I can feel each and every one of his breaths.
“Hell yeah.” He smiles, but what he doesn’t do is kiss me.
I shift on his lap, feeling his erection under me, and my core tightens in anticipation. “Tyler, you really need to kiss me.”
“Mmm.” His thumb sweeps across my nipple again, catching on the lace, and my back arches.
“Tyler,” I warn.
“Can’t I look at you for a minute?”
“No,” I deny with a shake of my head as my fingers shift and dig into his hard shoulders.
“All right, baby, I’ll kiss you.” He slides his nose across mine, then kisses my earlobe, asking there, “Better?”
“No.” My voice is raspy as he nips it with his teeth, sending a shock wave right to my core.
“Here?” He kisses down my neck over my pulse, which is beating rapidly.
“No.”
“Where do you want me to kiss you, Leah?” I start to open my mouth to tell him on the lips but whimper when his hand slides down and cups me between my legs. “Do you want me to kiss you here?”
God, yes. My eyes slide closed. “That would be okay.”
“The problem is, baby, I don’t just want to kiss you here.” His fingers dig in. “I want to eat you until you’re screaming my name. Then I want to tongue fuck your tight, hot, sweet, wet pussy until you beg me to stop.”
“Holy cow.”
“You ready for that?”
Since I can’t speak, I nod, and when I do, he captures my mouth in a deep kiss. The kiss isn’t like any we’ve ever shared before. It’s earth shattering, branding, and a lead-up to what’s to come. Still kissing me, he somehow gets his door open and me out with him. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he carries me up to the porch and inside. When the door closes behind us, my back hits the wall in the entryway, and he uses his hips to hold me up as he removes my top and then my bra in one swift movement. I work on the buttons of his flannel, wanting to feel his skin against mine, but before I get very far, he tears his mouth from mine and puts me down. When my feet hit the floor, he stands back.