Book Smart

Eight

"...Such a Good Boy..."

Kiss.

"...So beautiful..."

Kiss.

"...So perfect..."

Kiss.

"...You're so sweet, Baby..."

Kiss.

The pattern has me panting against Silas as he continues to whisper sweet words and suck on all the tender places on my throat. The attention makes my toes curl and has me too hazy to think straight. A shiver rocks my body into leaning on him as his hands stuff themselves into the back pockets of my jeans. He urges me to close every gap between our bodies using the wall to help him do so as he braces us against it. I feel trapped but have little desire to fight his electrifying assault as he takes what he wants and gives...everything. Everything I could have ever possibly wanted to hear my mate say...all the sweet nothings I'd only read about in romance novels...They were being said to me...

Me.

"Do you know how beautiful you are, Baby?"  His lips find mine again, more aggressively this time, nipping and biting at my bottom lip until I open up for him. His tongue makes quick work of my own, wrestling with it and teasing me until he's coaxed it out of my mouth to suck on it in a way that has my eyes rolling back in my skull, a happy growl elicited at my reaction to his demands of my mouth.

Everything else disappears as his scent and his presence overpowers me, every soft touch making me whimper as his words cause an uncontrollable bloom of warmth in my chest that radiates throughout my being with each new utterance. It's like he's stacking hot coals of his praise up in the very core of my inner self.  It feels like I'm going to explode with each and every new compliment...with each whisper of a kiss. He releases my tongue with a groan before delving back into my mouth, the hands cupping my ass beginning to give mind-numbing squeezes as his hips press forward. The motion is gentle but not exactly discreet as he broadcasts his want for me while suffocating me under his lips. He doesn't stop and soon I can't tell up from down...where his body starts and where mine ends as my arms move of their own accord and wrap around his neck.... Until a lukewarm spritz of vodka splashes across our faces.

...
Silas
...

Adrian flinches when the harsh liquid bites into my skin, an extra spray aimed just for me once our lips part and it brings him out of our little universe long enough for him to remember where we are. His embarrassment shows itself in a fire engine red blush burning it's way up to his face as he pulls away as much as he can while staying in my arms.

"Mates or not, I raised you better than that, Adrian." His Grandmother titters, her arm still raised to spray us again as she gets close enough to prevent others from hearing, "You know better than to be indecent where others can see you."

"Grammy!", Adrian's face goes even darker than before and for the first time, I'm worried about the blood vessels in his face.

He snatches the bottle from her outstretched hand and tucks it under his arm as he attempts to turn up his face in a glare that just doesn't come across as anything other than cute as he silently begs her to stop talking.

It's hard not to smirk at their silent exchange, clearly using the mental link every pack has to keep their conversation from my ears, his facial expression exasperated and nervous as he fidgets against my hold.

" Alright, Alright!" Grammy sighs, her shoulders slumping forward in defeat, "I'll leave you be, but you better behave. I'll know if you don't, Adrian."

Adrian's visibly relieved when she turns, chuckling, as she keeps to her word and whisks her way back to the table she had come from. My Love waits until he sees her silver-haired friends greet her before turning his attention back to me.

The soft sleeve of his sweater is used to wipe the vodka off of my cheek, a very quiet, "I'm sorry..." Bubbling from his lips, "Grammy is... She's just... She's special."

His voice is quiet and smooth...Almost as supple as that thigh of his and nearly sing-song in nature. A little shy, but sweet just like his personality.

I can't resist cupping his hand with my own and press his palm to my cheek enjoying the way he shivers and avert his eyes at the intimacy.

"Stop it, Silas...Grammy won't hesitate to go find another spray bottle. I know she has more", He tugs his hand away but not before I can press a kiss to his knuckles. He bites his bottom lip and tucks his chin into his shoulder before lifting his innocent baby blues up to peer at me through the curtain of curly fringe that falls forward in the sweet position.

"Grammy doesn't scare me."

"She should!"