He smells like citrus and maple syrup. I want to take a bite of him. “You’re being dramatic.”
“There’s no such thing when we’re at war. They burned the last building down. I’ll never be able to trust that you’re safe there.”
“So I’m supposed to sit around the mansion all day and wait for you to come home?” I ask incredulously. “You expect me to be happy with a social circle that includes you, yourself, and your p***s?”
“You’ve been thrilled with that social circle the last few days.” The deep rumble of his voice vibrates between my legs. I’m painfully aware that he’s still dripping down the insides of my thighs.
“I’m not.” His mouth whispers over my neck. I close my eyes and take a deep steadying breath that doesn’t do a damn thing to steady me. There’s no such thing when he’s this clo
