My Cone and Only (King Family #1) - Susannah Nix Page 0,62

as flirting, exactly? How far are you allowed to go?”

If we were going to do this, I needed to know exactly where the boundaries were.

His thumb dragged across my lower lip possessively. “No kissing, definitely.”

That was a relief. I was trying to be easygoing about this, but the thought of Wyatt kissing anyone but me made my blood boil.

I sucked the tip of his thumb into my mouth and bit down on it, causing his eyes to flare with heat. “No putting your mouth on anyone, anywhere.”

“Agreed.” The fingers of his other hand trailed up my side, caressing the curve of my breast. “And no touching in any bathing suit areas.”

“That sounds reasonable.” I lowered my lips to his chest, and his hand slid into my hair as I mouthed a wet trail across his skin.

“All the same rules apply to you. No sleeping with other men.” The hand that had been on my breast stroked down over my backside and between my thighs. “You’re mine.”

I lifted my gaze to his, arching an eyebrow. “But I can flirt with other men?”

He looked conflicted, but he nodded. “You can flirt, just like me. But you have to abide by the same restrictions.”

“No kissing and no groping.”

He slid a finger inside me and I shuddered with pleasure. “Not with anyone but me.”

“Deal.” Lifting my hips, I spread my legs to give him better access as I took him in my hand.

Our little arrangement didn’t sound so bad, really. Not as long as I could have him like this when it was just the two of us.

Hadn’t I watched Wyatt flirt with other women for years and survived it? At least now I had a promise he’d be mine at the end of the night. However it might feel to see him pay attention to someone else in public, I had no doubt he’d be able to make it up to me in private.

Starting right now.

I woke the next morning to the glare of sunlight behind my eyelids and the scent of Wyatt all around me. On my pillow, on my sheets, on my skin.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and Wyatt’s handsome face filled my field of vision.

“Good morning.” He had his head propped up on his hand beside me, and the sound of his sleep-roughened voice was sweet enough to bring a smile to my lips.

“Have you just been lying there staring at me while I slept?”

“Maybe.” His mouth curved in a smile to match mine. “Guess I don’t need to ask if you slept well.”

It had been a long time since I’d let a man sleep over in my bed. I didn’t usually sleep well with someone else next to me, but as with so many other things, Wyatt proved to be the exception.

I ran my fingertips over the stubble on his jaw, marveling at how unfairly attractive he looked for first thing in the morning. His bedhead was tousled to sexy perfection and the relaxed, tender look in his eyes set off a fluttery feeling in my stomach. “Did you sleep okay?”

“I did.” He captured my fingers and pressed them to his lips. “You wore me the hell out.”

“Not too much, I hope.”

He leaned forward to brush a closed-mouth kiss across my lips that was really more of a nuzzle than a kiss. “No such thing as too much. Not when it comes to you.”

Something soft and warm flooded my chest. I sank my fingers into his sexy bedhead and pulled him closer, my mouth seeking his greedily.

It still shocked me a little, that I could kiss him like this and he’d welcome it. I’d spent so long believing he didn’t want me and telling myself that would never change. I was still getting used to this new reality in which I could kiss him as much as I wanted, and he’d gladly kiss me back.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me to him as he lay back on the bed. When I fitted myself against him and rested my head on his chest, he let out a long, contented sigh. “Too bad we can’t stay in bed all day.”

My fingertips wandered aimlessly over his stomach. “Can’t we?” I’d been awake less than a minute and I was already imagining all the ways we could entertain ourselves without ever leaving the bedroom.

He laughed. “Well, we could, but then who would finish prepping the siding for the painting I’m supposed to start tomorrow?”

“Right. The house.” Reality deflated my blissful bubble. “I