Ruler (Wolves of Royal Paynes #2) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,56

nice you can carry me even though I am so round." I pressed my cheek into his pectoral. That felt so good I decided to kiss him there too.

Faust made a satisfied noise and held me tighter. "You aren't difficult to carry."

"Because you have superhero strength," I muttered. I didn't want to talk about my weight, though, not as my attention narrowed, focusing on the stretches of skin I could see on Faust's body. "You're a superman."

He chuckled, and my face bounced softly. "You are drunk."

I nodded, blinking slowly and hoping Faust thought I was listening carefully and not that the hallway was beginning to spin. "I believe I am. I've never—" A hiccup popped from my throat. "I've never—this was my first time."

"So you've said," he laughed and kicked the door open to our bedroom.

The lights were dim, but they couldn't hide Faust's handsome chin. A wave of need welled up inside me so strong, I knew if I didn't do something, I'd explode. I clung to Faust's neck when it felt like he might try to put me down.

"Whoa, everything okay in there?" He tapped my temple so gently it could hardly be called a tap.

I didn't want gentle touches, though. I wanted passion, his hands all over me, ripping my clothes off, throwing me against the floor as I writhed, mindless beneath him.

"Storri?" The crinkle between his eyes deepened. How could he be worried at a time like this? How did he feel any other emotion except all-consuming lust?

"I want you," I blurted out. In my head, the words had been sexy. Sultry. Outside of my head, they sounded like a child whining for a bedtime story. I cleared my throat, inhaling a fortifying, mature, sexual breath. "I want to have sex with you. Tonight, now."

When he didn't immediately respond, I panicked and lunged for his belt. But, with how he held me, the belt was beyond my reach, and I ended twisting myself up like a ball of worms.

"Storri…" Faust spoke from overhead.

That wasn't a moan of desire. He was laughing.

I might have been a virgin, but I didn't think seduction efforts should be met with laughter.

"You…think…I'm…ugly!" I folded into a ball and pressed my face hard into…something. I couldn't be sure if it was the mattress, a part of Faust's body, or a part of my own.

"I do not, and you know that as well. You are drunk and emotional."

Emotional? Emotional! I burst from my ball. My body was a volcano, steaming and ready to blow.

"But because I will never tire of reminding you…" He kissed the very tip of my nose, steadfastly ignoring my obvious rage.

I was disappointed the kiss didn't burn his lips.

"I think you are the most handsome, alluring, attractive, inspiring, smart, beautiful, amazing, exquisite—"

"Okay, okay," I laughed, weakly pushing him away as he sucked along my throat. I let out a long, heavy breath and let myself lay there and enjoy my mate's lips on my skin. "My emotions do feel a little like they're being controlled by a field of toddlers playing paintball."

Faust threw his head back and laughed.

My eyes bounced along with his Adam's apple, smiling simply because I couldn't help it.

"That was a very accurate description." He laid me flat on my back in the bed.

My dick gave a half-hearted twitch, but Faust bypassed that part of me, deciding on my foot instead. He pulled my shoes and socks off, my pants and shirt following soon after.

"Did you have fun?" he whispered after he'd dressed me in comfortable pajamas and made me drink a large glass of water and take an ibuprofen.

"I did." I nodded, but it was more an excuse to burrow deeper into his chest. I'd started curled against his side, and he'd tugged me until I was laying mostly on top of Faust with my legs nestled between his.

"Good. Now get some sleep, sweet prince."

"Faust?"

"Hm?"

"What if I want to meet with that woman?"

Faust rubbed the side of his face against the top of my head. "Then we'll do background checks and investigate her address, workplace, and neighbors. If everything's clear, you should meet her if you want to."

"I won't let her take me from you."

Faust growled, and I shivered. "I know. Now go to sleep. We can talk about this more in the morning. Or in the early afternoon, which is when I think you'll roll out of bed tomorrow."

"No way. I feel fine. Just sleepy." And a little like I'd ridden an emotional roller