Page 44 of Killer Notes
What would it hurt to take a few pictures and check for any messages. I’m not going to make any calls or text anyone. However, I probably have a million messages.
Sure enough, the moment I turn on the phone, I’m inundated with messages from Connor and the guys, and missed calls and four voice messages from Laney.
“What are you doing?” Tobias’s voice is deep and husky from sleep.
I almost jump out of my skin when I spin around and watch Tobias walk toward me, wearing only his sweat pants. Still clutching the cell to my chest, I huff out, “Jesus, Tobias, why do you keep doing that to me?” I swallow hard and glare at him.
“Didn’t I tell you not to go on your phone?” He steps behind me and wraps his beefy arms around my chest, then kisses the back of my neck. “Besides, wouldn’t you rather come back to bed?” I can feel the strain of his erection on my bare ass.
I lick my lips, turn my head, and meet his waiting lips. “No.” Kiss. “I want to take some pictures of the lake.” I pull back and look into those amber-green depths. “It’s so pretty this early in the morning. But the second I turned on the phone, it blew up with messages and missed calls. Look.” I open the messages so Tobias can read Connor’s texts.
Still with his arms around me, he glances down at the screen then back to me. “Keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to take you back into that room and fuck you again,” Tobias warns as he takes the cell out of my hand and lets me go.
A shiver races down my spine as my dick perks up with eagerness at the idea, but my ass is having second thoughts.
“Connor says it didn’t work out at Marcus’s. They are now on the tour bus,” I say, totally missing my friends. “Maybe it’s safe to call or text the guys.” I’m hoping to sway Tobias to at least that.
“No.” He flat out says.
“Why not?” Now I sound like the whiny princess he called me at the beginning of the week, but I don’t care.
“Your safety, sweetheart,” he says firmly, folding his arms across his broad muscular chest. My eyes rivet on those brawny pecs and his thick forearms, totally forgetting for a second what we were talking about.
A rush of want floods my groin, and I arch a brow, seeing the same intensity of neediness on his face.
“How can I change your mind?” I step closer to Tobias, crowding into his personal space, lean up and kiss his lips.
A tiny smirk tips the corner of his mouth, before it disappears. “There’s no amount of sex that will change my mind, especially where your safety is concerned, Danny. But you can take pictures. Or we can go back to bed.” He waggles his brows.
“Pictures.” Snagging my cell out of his hand, I back away, and head to the slider. “No more sexy time for you.”
“Yeah? All because I won’t let you text or call your friend?”
I look over my shoulder with narrowed eyes. “Is that a rhetorical question?”
Tobias busts out laughing. Actual tears are seeping out the corners of his eyes.
“Why are you laughing?” I plant a hand on my hip.
“You know you’re cute when you’re mad.” In a flash, he’s across the room, lifts me up, and kisses me silly.
Je-sus, that devilish mouth of his. I wouldn’t mind if Tobias gets down on his knees and wraps those talented lips around my dick.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he pulls back before nestling his face in the crook of my neck.
“No, you don’t,” I utter in a moan as he nips along my skin.
“You want me down on my knees.”
I yank back from his sexy love bites, and stare at the man in utter surprise. “How did you know that?”
He chuckles. “It’s written all over your face, sweetheart.”
Hmm. “And?” I try to wiggle out of his hold, hoping he wants to suck me off.
“I guess getting off three times isn’t enough for you,” he says with satisfaction.
“Maybe I’m a greedy slut, and I can’t get enough of your mouth,” I confess with heat infused on my face.