Page 55 of The Packaged Deal
“What were you expecting?” Sven asks softly and picks up another note off the lamp.
“Laughter, blushing, affection.”
“Dear Sven, you smell really nice.”
“That is completely, one hundred percent accurate,” I defend.
“What about ‘Sven, I want to lick your tongue’?”
My cheeks burn. “That’s also accurate.”
“And the flowers and candles?”
“It's romantic. Just because we aren’t engaging in a romance doesn’t mean you won’t appreciate it. Relax, Sven, it wasn’t intended to get you to drop your daks and bump uglies with me.”
Sven chokes.
I wink at him and drift out of the room.
My breath stalls, my ears listening intently as I move away. I slow my steps and, sure enough, by the time I get to the count of five in my head, Sven comes stomping out of the bedroom.
My feet patter a dance around the lounge, backing away from him, hiding the pile of notes I’ve just snatched up behind my back.
“Give those to me.”
“I’m not sure you should have them. They seem to be upsetting you.”
He snarls and rounds the couch, reaching out for me. “Come here, Omega.”
I almost roll my eyes and moan in delicious ecstasy at the sound of his voice. I move away from him, spinning and preparing to leap over the couch. My jump is a spectacular failure. The couch shifts, and I end up teetering on the seat I’m somehow standing on, windmilling my arms around.
I hang in the air for a long moment, my balance throwing me off. I’m going to fall backwards. Instead of fear, I laugh loudly.
Trust fall, I think. Sven’s chest catches me just like I knew he would. His arms enclose around me in a muscled wall of warmth.
I giggle as he pulls me back against him, away from the couch, but he doesn’t return me to the floor. Oh, no. He holds me to his chest in mid-air. I close my eyes and inhale the licorice that is slowly strengthening.
“Give me my notes.”
“You didn’t want them.”
His breath fans my ear. “I want them very much.”
“You don’t like my present.”
“I love your present,” he whispers. His thumb strokes my side, and I shiver in his hold.
“Really?”
“Really. I think it’s thoughtful, and I enjoy reading these thoughts you and Addy have been having about me. I especially like the one that says ‘your scent makes me squirm’.”
I squirm, and when he snarls, my breath catches.
I feel so small in his arms, and there’s something about Sven’s wildness that just makes me lose my freaking mind. His scent strengthens, as does mine.
“Did you have a good day today?” I ask.
I don’t know why that question kills whatever was growing between us, but he suddenly lets me go and stalks to the light-switch and turns the lights on. I pout as I watch him sweep up the remaining post-it’s and shove them in his pocket without answering me.