She laughed. “As much as I’d like to say yes, I can’t. They’d be worried and completely furious with me. They are my best friends. I can’t do that to them.”
He sighed. “Okay. But tonight, after they go to bed, I’m having my wicked way with you.” He kissed her. His tongue slid inside her mouth and he lazily tasted her. “Are you a screamer, my little Georgia?”
She gasped. “No.”
“I guess that’s good in the way that you wouldn’t want your friends to know what we are doing tonight, but bad because I intend to prove you wrong. I intend to have you screaming my name over and over before the night is over.”
Heat rushed her cheeks. “Kish!”
“Georgia!”
He hungrily kissed her again before helping her down off the counter. Her tummy did flip-flops of anticipation the whole time she was getting ready. The anticipation didn’t let up during the long trip to town as she sat plastered against Kish, the heat of his big body radiating into her the whole way never letting her forget for a moment how much she wanted him.
Chapter Seventeen
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Joey hugged Georgia after Kish helped her from the truck.
“Hey, hey. My turn already.” Henry playfuly pushed Joey away and took his turn hugging her.”
“I’m so sorry for leaving you stranded. I can’t tel you how horrible we both felt. If something would have happened to you—”
“I took care of her,” Kish said from behind her.
“Mmm. And who might this delightful hunk of man be?” Joey asked.
“Joey, Henry, this is Kish. Kish, Joey and Henry.”
Kish said hi from behind Georgia.
“The tal, dark, brooding type. Just like I like them.” Henry chuckled.
Kish grunted.
“Don’t mind Henry and Joey, Kish. They always say what is on their minds—sometimes annoyingly so.”
“Oh! And I thought you were our best friend,”
Joey huffed.
“Only a best friend would tel the truth even when it hurts.” Georgia laughed.
Soon al three of them were laughing, and she felt such relief at finaly seeing for herself that her friends were fine. She was sure that they were happy to see that she’d fared wel too.
“I checked with the sheriff, and he said the roads should be cleared enough for us to leave by tomorrow afternoon or next at the latest,” Henry told Georgia.
“Okay. Wel, if you two are ready, shal we get going?” Georgia said.
“Ready if you are. Does Lucy need to take a break before we go?” Joey asked.
“No. I took her out right before we left. She’l be okay until we get back,” Georgia answered.
She smiled when Kish took her hand and helped her back into the truck. She didn’t miss the low whistle exchanged between her two friends. She sighed. They’d be al over her about Kish later. While she normaly didn’t mind their brotherly inquisitions about the men she dated—however rare that may be —she didn’t want to discuss Kish with them. After al, she didn’t even have al of the answers where he was concerned yet.
What would happen when the roads were clear and they could leave? Would Kish ask her to visit sometime? Tel her it had been nice and he’d see her around? No. He said he loved her, and she believed him, but that didn’t change the fact that she lived four hours from him. Would he ask her to stay? What would she do if he did? So many questions with so little time to figure them out. Things had happened so fast her head was spinning with al of the possible outcomes.
Once they got back to Kish’s house, Georgia took Lucy to do her business while Kish showed Henry and Joey their room. A few minutes later, Kish was back outside with her.
“I hope you don’t take Henry and Joey the wrong way,” Georgia told Kish.
“I don’t. Besides, it’s obvious they love you, and that’s good enough for me.” He kissed her on the cheek. “By the way, they’re cooking dinner. I told them it wasn’t necessary, but they both insisted.”
“Sounds right. They want to try to repay you somehow for taking care of me and letting them stay the night. They realy are sweeties, Kish.”
“Georgia,”—he kissed her again on the cheek —“stop worrying about what I think of them. I told you, if they care about you, that’s good enough for me.”
“We need to talk.”
He captured her lips in a kiss that scorched her al the way to her toes. She was breathless by the time his mouth left hers, and she ached for more.
“Shouldn’t you cal the police or something about Wade?”
“No, I can’t. If we can at al avoid it, outside law enforcement can’t be brought into lycan affairs. We run the risk of being found out if we do. It’s very important to keep our species unknown to humans at al costs.”
She frowned. “I guess I can understand that, but you won’t hurt him, wil you?”
“If Brady’s sister is found alive and wel, I promise you that no harm wil come to Wade at my hands.”
“I have a lot of questions, Kish.”
“Later, sweetheart. We’l talk later.”
She nodded and walked back with him to the house. When they walked inside, the enticing aroma of cooking food tickled her nose. “Wow! Something smels delish.” She sniffed the air. “If I’m not mistaken, it’s Henry’s famous spaghetti.”
“Right on,” Henry said.
“I’m helping too,” Joey chimed in.
“Can I do anything to help?” she asked.
“Nope. Why don’t you two go relax? Shouldn’t take long. We’l let you know when it’s ready, “
Henry said.
Kish’s stomach growled and everyone laughed.
That was when she realized he must be as ravenous as she was because they hadn’t had a chance to eat since last night. Nearly twenty-four hours was way too long without food.
“I need to feed Lucy,” Georgia muttered.
“I’l do it, sweetheart. Go sit down and relax.”
Kish gently pushed her in the direction of the living room.
She’d just gotten comfortable on the cushy couch when he sat down beside her. She jumped.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“Seriously. You are freaking me out with that.” She smiled.
“Can’t help it. I don’t try to be so quiet. Just comes natural.”
“I have a feeling a lot of things just come natural to you, Kish.” Her cheeks immediately burned with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean it . . . that way.” Her words trailed off.
He chuckled. “We’l find out exactly what comes naturaly to me later.”
Now was her turn to startle him. She hid a smile before she said her next words. “I don’t want to wait until later.”
He sucked in a sharp breath. “There isn’t enough time.”
“I know how long it takes Henry and Joey to cook spaghetti, and we have a good half hour. That’s plenty of time.”
He touched her cheek with his fingers. “Not for what I have in mind.”
“You can show me the shortened version for now.”
“You’re kiling me, Georgia.”
Shivers snaked down her spine. “Let’s go put you out of your misery. Shal we?”
The words had barely gotten passed her lips before he growled, puled her up and down the halway. He turned to the left at the end. His room.
She hadn’t been in it before. When he shut the door behind them, his scent hit her like an aphrodisiac. This man smeled better than anyone had the right to. His scent should be bottled.
He spun her around, picked her up, and pressed her back against the door. He stepped between her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was already hard and rotated his hips. They both groaned in unison. His mouth came down hard on hers, demanding, taking . . . giving. She reached down between them and undid his jeans, slid her hand inside, and encircled him with her fingers.