Page 126 of Claim Me

“How so?”

As soon as I turned toward him, he pulled me away from any possible prying eyes. I wrapped one arm around his shoulder dramatically then the other. When I shifted my hips back and forth, he issued a series of deep growls that I’d come to adore.

“How about this to start.” I pressed my lips against his, taking my time to open them while pulling him as tightly against my body as possible.

His cock was rock hard and throbbing, the instant electricity as powerful as always. I finally slipped my tongue inside, savoring the taste. He’d popped a peppermint, a favorite flavor.

Kazimir brushed his hand down my back, cupping my bottom and lifting me off my feet. I felt like some princess in his arms, safe and protected. He tried to dominate my tongue, but I refused to allow him, swiping mine back and forth as I wiggled in his arms.

The friction created was meant to drive him crazy and I could tell it was working. After a few seconds, I pulled away, dragging the tip of my tongue around his lips before biting on the lower one, growling in the process.

When I took a step away, I was pleased to find his eyelids half closed. “How about that? Will that do?”

He took a few seconds, acting as if he was trying to catch his breath. Sighing, he rubbed his jaw. “Nope. I think I’d going to need more.”

“Hmmm… Be careful what you ask for.”

“I’m not asking. I’m telling you.”

“Order up,” the young man shouted as if there was a huge crowd of loud patrons.

Blowing Kazimir a kiss, I spun around to face the man behind the counter. He’d covered and smothered them alright. Perfect. “Come on, you godfather wannabe. Time to feast.”

“Not the type of feasting I prefer. And I keep telling you I’m not a godfather. Well, maybe I could be.”

His words continued to scintillate me, every nerve as if awakened by white-hot lightning. By the time we made it back to the GTO, my stomach was growling. Twilight was just settling in, the stars in the sky as bright as I’d ever seen them. We settled in, pushing both seats back.

“How do you eat this monstrosity?” he asked after unwrapping the chili dog.

“Silly. Like this.” I stuffed at least two inches of the dog inside my mouth, almost choking with laughter from seeing his expression. He stared at me unblinking as I munched on the delicious food.

When I swallowed, he took a deep breath, quickly eyeing the chili sauce and ketchup dripping down his fingers. Leaning forward, I couldn’t help myself and licked his fingers, taking my time as he squirmed in his seat.

I sat back, immediately taking a sip of the lemonade. He was still staring at me. After dabbing my face with a napkin, I grabbed two cheese-covered fries, stuffing them into my mouth.

A wry smile crossed his face. “You missed a spot.”

Very slowly he crowded my space, lifting my chin with his still messy hand and capturing my lips. Almost instantly, I was lightheaded, enjoying the way his tongue darted just inside, dancing with mine. His actions were tender yet still possessive.

Butterflies swarmed my stomach as another wave of electricity sparked dozens of sensations.

As he broke the kiss, I realized my eyes were closed. A crackling sound caught my attention and we both turned our heads toward the screen. “What is tonight’s entertainment selection?”

“You’ll see.” He gobbled half his hot dog, his eyes twinkling the entire time.

I sat back, becoming more content than I’d been in a long time. As the movie began to roll, lights around us were dimmed.

“This is pretty good,” he said in a husky, deep voice.

“Told you so. No more lobster and caviar for you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

His chuckle vibrated through me. I continued enjoying the food until I recognized the movie. “Are you kidding me?The Godfather? How did you do this?”

When he didn’t answer, I glanced over my shoulder.

“I have my ways,” he answered, the grin remaining.