Twist the Knife (Lost Kings MC #24)

“Almost never.” She leans sideways and gestures toward the door where there’s a small box in the wall. “He buzzes if he needs me.” A slight smile curves her lips. “I’m finally getting him to text instead, though. It’s been a slow process.”

Yeah, I’ll bet Cedarwood doesn’t like change.

I won’t ask how often she has guests overnight. Or if he gives her a hard time about it. Does she ever spend a night out?

The seating options are limited. I’d like her closer, but I want to go at her pace. I turn, in case there’s a couch I missed somewhere. But no, it’s just the jumbo-sized blue lounge chair. It’s roomy enough for two people if you don’t mind snuggling. Looks like a better spot to get comfortable with each other instead of heading straight for her bedroom.

“You don’t have people over often?”

“A select few.” Her already anxious smile wobbles slightly. “Not a lot of people want to hang out at a funeral home.” She rolls her eyes. “And the ones who are too eager to come over are usually walking red flags.”

I snort and nod. That doesn’t surprise me.

“You were the appropriate amount of interested and cautious,” she adds.

“My interest is purely in you. Not the environment.” In Margot’s serene and modern apartment it’s easy to forget there might be corpses downstairs.

“Do you mind if I change?” She tugs at the sides of her skirt.

But I’ve been aching to push that skirt up around your waist, bend you over something, and fuck you all night. “No, go ahead.”

No coy invitation to follow her into the bedroom passes her lips. She doesn’t even give me a second glance.

Maybe I need to recalibrate my expectations for tonight.

I take another sip of water and set it on the counter, then move over to the lounge chair to test it out. It’s low to the ground and the arms are so wide, I basically have to crawl into it.

I’m situated with my back to the fluffy cushions when Margot returns. Part of me hoped she’d return in some sexy underwear but she’s wearing loose gray pajama pants and a gray long-sleeved V-neck T-shirt with black flowers printed all over it. Simple, but still sexy as fuck on her.

“Oh, you moved.” She stops and stares.

I pat the space next to my hip. “Come join me.”

A shy smile curves her lips. She hesitates for a second, then hurries over and quickly climbs in.

“This is some chair.” I turn on my side to face her. “It’s big enough to be a bed.”

“I do fall asleep reading here sometimes.” She nods to the stack of books on the table next to me. “I work such odd hours that I want to unwind for a few minutes before bed but end up nodding off. It’s comfy enough that I don’t mind.”

“Come closer,” I urge.

She rolls onto her hip, so she’s facing me.

“Closer.” I grab her thigh and guide it over mine. “That’s better.” I slide my arm under her body, pulling her against me. “Much better.”

“Oh.” She rests her hand over my heart and stares at it for the longest time before finally lifting her gaze. “Can we kiss a little?” She raises two hopeful eyebrows.

That’s more like it.

“We can kiss a lot,” I answer.

A faint smile ghosts her lips. “I liked when you kissed me the other night.”

“I’m surprised you remember me kissing you the other night.”

Pink floods her cheeks and she shakes with nervous laughter. “I wasn’t that bad.”

“Nah, you were cute.”