Page 35 of Rattle the Cage

If anyone laid a fucking finger on her…

Tess wasn’t ready to let us back in completely. But I would have killed to see her dance, to watch her body sway to the music. More than anything, I needed to make sure she was safe.

I’d been getting more sleep since she was back under our roof, no longer having to stay out all night to watch her.

I let my hand drape out the open driver’s window, the cool night air raising goosebumps on my skin. Some alt music played over the speakers as I kept my eyes peeled.

She should be done any second now.

My foot tapped against the carpeted floor of the car.

The loud click of the stage door drew my eyes as I sat up.

Fuck. She was goddamn stunning.

Licking my lips, I tried to keep the throbbing between my legs at bay.

It was too easy for her to rile me up. All she’d thrown on after her shift was a loose tracksuit, the zipper on the sweater just barely covering her tits. Her makeup was still mostly on, not taking all of it off since she had a ride.

Her hair was in a messy bun, the slicked back look she’d walked in with having worn off over her long shift.

I wanted to devour her.

There was nothing sexier to me than watching her tired body cross the parking lot.

Hopping out of the car, I jogged to the passenger door and threw it open. “Hop in, Sweet Lamb.”

I hoped I didn’t look as starving as I felt.

“Thanks.” Her voice was quiet as she slipped into the car.

Closing the door behind her, I walked back to my side and got in.

Angry, her brows furrowed together. “Did you get burritos without me, you fucking asshat?”

Smirking, I liked her anger. “Never, baby.” I reached behind her seat and grabbed the brown paper bag. Setting it in her lap, I let the warmth of the food heat her legs. “I waited for you.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Tess barely looked up from the grease stained bag as she dug inside. Grabbing one, she peeled off the tin-foil wrapping.

She didn’t wait until I got mine before tearing her teeth into the tortilla and putting her lips around the food.

Watching her, I felt my eyes roll back as she moaned.

“God, that’s fucking good.”

My heart stopped at the sound of her like that. My eyes were glued to her pretty, pink lips.

A drop of sauce dripped down her fingers as she took another bite. She was quick to run her finger along the flesh to clean it up. “Fuck, that’s delicious.”

In a few big, greedy bites, she demolished the entire burrito. On her last taste, Tess filled her mouth with what remained of the meal. Taking a deep breath, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes as she chewed.

I licked my lips, wanting to taste her more than I’d ever needed food.

Feeling my gaze on her, Tess flicked her blue eyes open. “What?” Her throat shifted under the flesh of her neck, her head tipped back into the leather.

Clenching my jaw, I tried to control myself. It was something I used to be quite good at, pretending not to want it. But Tess had made that nearly impossible, there was no denying how desperately I needed her.

And I wasn’t interested in hiding it.