He nodded, pulling the black knit cap over his head, an inch of his brown hair sticking out beneath the edges. Added his silver glasses. I couldn’t help but stare. My God. He still looked like a cover model. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” I just kind of blurted it out.
His slow smile was genuine, his green eyes sparkling behind his glasses. “You think so?” He tugged one of my pigtails. “Because you see,” he bent, his teeth beginning to nibble at my bottom lip as he tugged me closer, rumbling deeply, “I happen to think you’re perfect.” A harder kiss. “Hot.” Another nibble. “Sexy.” A gentle caress. “Cute.” Hands cupped my cheeks. “Beautiful.” Lips hovered over mine, making me pant. “All rolled into one perfect woman.” He grinned naughtily. “My woman.” Softly, his mouth landed on mine, our tongues meeting gently.
An indulgent moan escaped happily as I ran my hands up his chest and around his neck.
And we both froze, hearing Cahal shout from behind the closed door, “That is not quick, son!” A curse. “This is all your damn fault!” I was pretty sure that comment wasn’t aimed at us. “And don’t even tell me this room wasn’t your doing.” Nope, not us.
Still clinging to Ezra, I whispered, “Maybe we should give them a few minutes.”
“Oh, no!” Cahal shouted. “Get your asses out here. You’ve obviously already had your fun.”
My lips pinched, scowling, even as I blushed. “His hearing’s excellent.”
“Unlike your timing since you were both supposed to be on the damn beach forty minutes ago,” Cahal hollered. “Don’t make me come back there and get you two.”
Ezra sighed, bumping his forehead against mine. “At least yours isn’t treating you like a child.”
True, but I didn’t say that, instead exiting the bathroom with Ezra hovering closely by my side. Grabbing my bag, hoodie, and Bonnie — still appearing like a poodle — I warily walked toward Cahal and Antonio. They both blinked, staring at Ezra…or, more precisely, his shirt.
Ezra’s eyebrows came together. “What?”
Antonio’s lips trembled even as Cahal sighed in exasperation, dropping his forehead into his hands. Antonio’s eyes darted to me. “Mirror?” Biting my lip, I nodded, then he glanced at Ezra, pointing vaguely at his shirt. “You may want to put something over that.”
Ezra blinked, then dropped his head to stare at the shirt. His head cocked. Guess he was just now noticing it. He turned and headed back to the mirror. That’s when Antonio busted up, seeing the back of it.
It was a black long-sleeved thermal with a silver cartoon etching of a Vampire on the front smoking a cigarette, grinning around it. The Vamp looked just like Ezra. At the top were silver letters that said, ‘YUMMY’. Around the Vamp’s foot was a huge shackle with a chain, which hooked around the side to the back…where a cartoon red wolf held the chain in its mouth, teeth bared at anyone looking. Above the wolf’s head, red lettering said, ‘MINE’.
Ezra paused at Antonio’s deep chuckle, even as Cahal peeked up — only to drop his head back in his hands after seeing the back of the shirt, muttering under his breath. Ezra raised an eyebrow at me, but I fluttered a hand at him, saying, “Go take a look. You’ve got the hoodie to put over it.” When he only stared, I said, “It’s cute. Don’t you dare change out of it.” And yeah, my wolf rode my voice a little. “Now, go look.” And I ignored how I had a hand on one hip, boots dangling from my fingers, and tapped a foot as my mother used to do when she was agitated with Antonio.
Ezra’s lips twitched as he watched me. Wisely, he said nothing else as he turned back around to finish making his way to the mirror. I took a few steps backward so I could follow him with my eyes and make sure he didn’t take it off. And I got to see his reaction. He stared, head cocked and lips twitching, then slowly turned, peering over his shoulder to see the back. He grinned.
Nodding once, satisfied he wasn’t going to discard it, I quickly moved back out of his line of sight. “I think we’re about ready.” I stopped in my tracks when Cahal held up a hand, pointed at my shirt, then made a twirling motion. I cleared my throat. “I’ve got a hoodie, too.”
Again, he twirled the finger. “Now, please.”
Lips pinched, I turned, letting them read, Property of Zeller.
There was silence behind me, and then Antonio stated studiously, “Lily’s was more creative.”
Cahal snorted. Dry words. “Of course, you would think that.” A pause as he cursed. “She’s dressed my son, the King Vampire, in damn cartoon characters to make her point!” Another pause as Ezra came back into view. “And he’s fucking wearing it!”