Argeneau Book 21 - Page 79

“And I think you’re kind too,” he told her, tugging the neckline down so he could run his tongue along the top of her bra. “And forgiving. I like that about you too,” he added, catching the lip of the bra cup and tugging it down to free her breast, “And I love your nipples,” he mumbled even as he claimed one, sucking it between his teeth.

Sherry groaned, and clutched at his head and one shoulder as he laved and suckled her.

Releasing her breast, he lifted his head and added, “And I love your pa.s.sion,” as he slid a hand between her legs and cupped her through her jeans. He then caught her excited cry with his mouth as he kissed her again.

Sherry sucked violently at his tongue and s.h.i.+fted against his hand as he applied pressure. Then she slid her own hand down to find him through his jeans and pressed firmly.

“G.o.d, I love your ambition,” Basil muttered, catching her behind the thighs and lifting her onto the end of the desk.

“Basil,” Sherry groaned, catching him by the hips and tugging him between her legs and up tight against her.

“I love your hair too.” He caught a handful of it and tugged her head back for another kiss, then tugged harder until her face was tipped upward and her neck was bare, and then nipped at her skin before adding, “I love your skin too. So soft, so round.”

Round? Sherry blinked her eyes open with confusion, but then he released her hair and his hands were both firmly cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s through her top. Oh, she thought.

“I feel like I can be myself when I’m with you,” he added, kneading her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

“Oh, yes,” Sherry gasped, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him tighter against her. “I like it when you’re yourself, especially when yourself in me. Maybe we could . . .” Reaching between them, she began to undo his pants, and Basil gave a breathless laugh.

“G.o.d, I do love your brain,” he muttered, but brushed her hand away and scooped her off the desk and into his arms.

“What—?”

“A bedroom,” Basil explained, carrying her to the door. “This is Mortimer’s office. He could come back here and . . .”

“Oh,” Sherry breathed, and leaned her head in the crook of his neck, then stuck her tongue out to lick him. She followed that up with a nip, and then began to suck lightly, one hand moving over his back and the other over his chest, and Basil growled.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“Tuck your breast back in your top and open the door,” he ordered.

“Mmmm,” Sherry murmured, even as she did what he asked, first pulling her neckline up to cover her freed breast and then reaching to pull the door open. “I love it when you get all bossy and domineering.”

“As do I.”

Basil had started to walk, but stopped abruptly at that voice, and Sherry sighed, suspecting there would be no bedroom now as she recognized Lucian’s voice. It seemed he and Mortimer were done speaking to her father, she thought as she noted the presence of the fair-haired man behind Lucian.

“Thank you for having the sense not to start something in the office,” Lucian said dryly. “I have walked in on quite enough couples in the middle of coitus lately, thank you.”

Sherry bit her lip at the word coitus. These brothers were just so darned cute with their antique terminology. Smiling crookedly, she commented, “You make it sound like a daily occurrence.”

Lucian gave a put upon sigh. “There are at least a dozen newly mated couples between here and Port Henry—”

“Probably closer to twenty,” Basil drawled with amus.e.m.e.nt.

“Yes, you may be right,” Lucian muttered, and then sighed and said, “The point is, it’s like living with a kennel full of dogs when the b.i.t.c.hes are in heat. The life mates can’t keep their hands off each other. I have come upon them in the kitchen, the office, the living room, the bathroom, the vehicles, the cells, the yard, and even the coat closet.”

“The coat closet?” Basil asked with interest.

“Do not even think about it,” Lucian said grimly, and then stood aside for them to move past. “You two can use the bedroom Sherry had the last time you stayed here. Your grandfather will take the room Basil used.”

“Whose grandfather?” Sherry asked with confusion, glancing to Basil as he started forward.

“Yours, Ms. Carne,” Lucian said dryly. “I called Reg Marrone from the cells. Your father spoke to him and he is flying up to see him and meet you. He’s bringing your grandmother and I believe one of your aunts.”

“To meet me?” Sherry squeaked, turning from Lucian to Basil with alarm.

“They will be here in the morning,” Lucian said, his voice trailing them as Basil carried her up the stairs.

“Basil,” she began worriedly as he carried her into the bedroom she’d used on the first night she’d spent in this house. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Morning is hours away,” he said soothingly, letting her feet drop to the floor.

“Yes, but we have to figure out what to say to them. I want my father’s family to like me and accept you.”

“They are going to love you as much as I do,” Basil a.s.sured her, pulling her top up and over her head when she automatically raised her arms. Unsnapping and unzipping her jeans next, he added, “And your grandfather and I are already friends. We go way back.”

“Yes, but—” Sherry paused to step out of her jeans when he knelt to remove them.

“But what, honey?” he asked, tugging her panties down.

“That was as a friend, not as a grandson-in-law,” she pointed out.

Basil straightened abruptly. “You want to marry me?”

She blinked in surprise. “Well, of course. I’m not agreeing to be turned if we don’t get married too.”

“You’re agreeing to the turn?” he asked happily, and when she nodded, slipped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet to swing her around.

“Put me down,” Sherry protested on a laugh.

Instead, Basil gave her a hard kiss and then promised, “You won’t regret it. I swear, I’ll make it my business every day to be sure you are the happiest woman in the world.”

“I already am,” she a.s.sured him gently.

Smiling, he let her slip to her feet, and started to bend to kiss her, but suddenly paused. “Wait a minute, what do you mean that’s as a friend not a grandson-in-law? Why wouldn’t he want me for a grandson-in-law?”