You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 64

"You're the one that looks good," I admitted, biting my lip. I trailed my eyes down his body once and took him all in. He wore a dark gray button up rolled up to his elbows and straight fit jeans that hung low on his hips. His Nikes were well kept and his hair was short, but not overly so. He cut his hair and I found it attractive on him.

Eventually, I hopped into his car and he drove off to a cozy pancake house. I smiled. He knew me too well. I loved eating at comfortable places rather than high class restaurants where you had to sit so straight. It's not that I don't like eating at classy restaurants - I just preferred less crowds, small places, and a cozy feel. Another reason was the waffles. I loved the waffles here that I could eat it anytime of the day.

Our next stop was what surprised me. "The Pack House?" I said, looking at the two story building in front of us." I unbuckled my seat belt and waited for the engine to die before getting out of the car.

"Yeah," Weston said, coming around the car and slinging an arm around my shoulder. "I just wanted some alone time with my girl."

I poked out my tongue. "I'm not your girl, but you're my man."

"Whatever you say boss," He said, rolling his eyes. He took his keys and rummaged through them. When he finally found the right key, he pushed open the door. "I just wanted some peace and quiet. Take a break from all the work. Plus, I haven't spent alone time with you. I just want peace and quiet with my mate."

I simply nodded. We decided on popcorn, a warm blanket, cuddling, and a movie. After debate on what movie to watch and many insults back and forth, I had won. With a grin, I happily skipped to the DVD player under the flat screen television and pushed Captain America in.

Eventually, after the part of his transformation, I got bored. I had to admit that we watched this particular movie way too much. This was all due to my obsession with Chris Evans and his nicely sculpted chest. I started to trace circles on Weston's stomach, my head leaning against his chest. I could feel his muscles underneath the fabric of his button down.

Looking up at Weston, I found him fast asleep. His mouth was slightly agape and his head dangled off the back of the couch. I chuckled at the scene.

I pressed my lips against his in a soft, tender kiss to show just how much I loved him. However, it quickly turned into the ones one of us had to end before we couldn't stop. But this time, none of us stopped.

Weston pulled me on top of him, my legs going on each side of him on the couch. I pressed my chest close to his own, running my hands through his short black hair and locking them behind his neck. He groaned as I tugged at the bottom of his hair. He ran his own hands down the curves of my body painfully slowly. Somehow, my thick sweater ended on the ground and all that covered my body from his hands was the thin fabric of my inside shirt.

Weston trailed kisses down my neck and jaw, casually nipping and grazing his teeth here and there. Went he went as far as to kiss the top of my breasts that were exposed at the top of my shirt, I moaned loudly, clutching him closer to me. I felt him smile against me. While he ran his hands up and down my legs, my hands found its own way to the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, I unbuttoned them until the front was completely open. Weston returned to my lips, shivering and grunting under my touch as I roamed my hands down the tight skin of his chest and abs.

He shrugged off his t-shirt, standing up from the couch. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt as if I was the only one supposed to be there - like a puzzle piece. When I realized we were in one of the rooms, I felt my heart skipping a beat and need in between my legs. I started whimpering, wanting him more than ever.