Temptation [h.s.] ✔

Chapter 43.

        "What are you doing?"

        I turn my face toward the door. "I'm watching TV. What does it look like?" Harry raises an eyebrow and kicks the door shut behind him. "With one leg hooked over the back of the sofa?"

        Seriously? Why does everyone have a problem with the way I watch TV?

        "Am I supposed to have my legs closed all the time because I'm a woman? I can slouch as well as any man, thank you very much." I wriggle slightly.

        "Believe me, babe. I have no problem with you having your legs wide open."

        "Then stop complaining."

        "I do, however, have a problem with the fact you're not naked."

        "Oh, I'm sorry. Be sure to text me next time you're dressed so I can be naked and ready for you." I roll my eyes and swing my leg down so I can sit up.

        Harry nods, a smirk teasing his lips. "That's more like it."

        He walks into the kitchen and dumps a bag on the table next to Angus. Angus opens his eyes and stares at his disturber before closing them again and returning to his nap. Harry chuckles quietly to himself.

        "Still doesn't like me, huh?"

        "Angus doesn't like anyone unless he's just had pussy. Literally." I get up and lean against the kitchen table.

        "He sounds exactly like me. Maybe we need some guy time." Harry tugs on my hair.

        I bat his hand away. "By all means, take him home with you. You do know cats pee to mark their territory?"

        He pauses. "On second thought, I'll pass." He dives his hand into the grocery bag in front of him and unpacks.

        I watch as he pulls out various ingredients—ground beef, kidney beans, tomatoes, pepper, onion...

        "What are you doing?" I ask, grabbing the pack of tortilla chips.

        "I'm cooking you dinner."

        "Why?" I open the bag and grab a few chips.

        Harry frowns and snatches it off me. "I'm away all weekend. Tonight is for you."

        "Oh, a whole night. I'm honored. Is it just dinner or are we on a schedule?" I reach for the bag again.

        He drops it on the chair behind him and grabs my wrist, pulling me into him. "We're on a schedule," he murmurs, sucking gently on my bottom lip. "Because I need enough time to tie those pretty little wrists up and fuck you until you scream."

        I inhale sharply. "Promises, promises."

        "Never promises. Always certainties."

        "Then you should start cooking dinner, shouldn't you?" I grin, kiss him quickly, and then swipe the bag of chips off the chair behind him.

        He sighs, but it's spoiled by his laugh. I deliberately take a huge bite of three chips in one go. They make a loud crunch as I do, and my grin widens when he glances over his shoulder at me. His shoulders tremble with the laughter he's failing to hide.

        It's shining in his eyes. A sparkling, warm glint that makes my heart thump, it's a beacon of his amusement.

        I perch on the chair and dump the bag on the table. Resting my cheek on one of my hands, I scratch Angus's head with the other. He purrs loudly beneath my fingertips, but most of my attention is on Harry.