Page 117 of Sky’s Edge

We sipped.

We stayed snuggled.

We sipped some more.

But…

“Now what do we do?” I asked.

He looked down at me. “Do?”

“Make up. Check. Break the sex seal. Check times two. Make future plans. Check.” I pushed slightly away (only slightly because that was as far as he’d let me go). “Oh shit. Are we going to be one of those couples who have nothing in common unless we’re fucking or fighting?”

That brought me a new grin.

It was roguish.

I liked it.

“Would that be a problem?”

Ulk.

“Gross. You are such a male.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining about it when you were attempting to inhale my cock on your couch.”

“Something to know about me,” I warned. “I’m not into the recounting thing.”

“So you don’t want to know how I’ve discovered I love the taste of your cunt?”

I punched him in the gut then became fascinated by how the boxes there grew more defined when he tensed against the blow.

And all right, so I didn’t hit him hard.

I still wasn’t delighted that my blow only made him chuckle.

So now I was angrily snuggling and sipping wine.

Gods!

We were so totally going to be one of those couples who did nothing but fight and fuck.

Tanyn proved this by nosing my hair aside so he could work behind my ear with his lips.

I shivered.

“Drink up, Catla,” he said in my ear.

I chugged my wine.

He chuckled again, and I didn’t mind it this time, because I felt it against my skin.

Ten minutes later, his glass was empty too, but I was still tasting wine.

On his tongue.

Oh well.