Jonah smiled as his eyes found the perfectly round globes of Brie's ass, a cock–swelling sight. A rumble flared deep in his chest while watching her reach up, arms extended above her head, stretching her curvy body. She rose to her tiptoes, holding a crystal vase in her hands.

His gaze followed the splendid curves of her breasts, down a narrow waist and full hips. Licking his lips, biting back a growl, he didn't want to move from the sight of her erotic pose, but he couldn't let her harm herself either. She should've asked for help and waited for him to be available to assist her.

But if he had, he wouldn't have been able to enjoy the pleasure of stumbling upon her perfect body displayed in such a gratifying way. Seeing her this way had his cock hard and ready. Then again, he was always hard and ready to be naked with his precious little vixen, making love to her and enjoying her intoxicating flavor and scent. She aroused even the animalistic beast that lay dormant inside—at least it appeared dormant most days.

Grumbling, he warned, "Don't even think about it, mate."

Eyes wide, like she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't, she stared back at him. "Don't think about what?" she wheezed, still stretching her body.

"You know what," he growled, stepping closer to her, his cock filled with the heat of primal needs. "You could've waited for me."

She returned to placing the vase on top of the entertainment stand as if he hadn't interrupted her. "Sorry, Babe, but I couldn't take it any longer. I couldn't wait another minute to add something a little feminine to this very masculine bachelor pad."

Clearing his throat, he corrected, "Former bachelor pad."

She batted her golden lashes at him with a grin. "If you expect me to live in this ‘former bachelor pad,' there needs to be something that says a woman actually does live here. Right now it doesn't say anything except, ‘where's the TV, pizza, and beer?'"

The corners of his mouth twitched as he fought the urge to smile at her. He should've expected this sooner. They'd lived together for almost a month now, and she hadn't complained once about his insistence that she move in with him while Sebastian was away. He needed to keep her close for more reasons than Mason Levi, the virus–infected fugitive were–animal that escaped from prison just over a month ago.

He needed her close because the mating heat was ferocious in the beginning. The need to bend her over the nearest piece of furniture and take her fast and furious was like a nail hammering into his skull and boiling water scalding his brain. How his brother, Sebastian, was handling being away from her even for a second amazed the shit out of him.

"I love that you want to add some of your things to our home," he said, stepping behind her at the base of the three–step stool. Her beautiful, perky ass teased his vision.

She grinned. "Oh really?" She snickered with a hit of sarcasm.

His lengthening canines bit into his bottom lip. He groaned, inhaling her sweet floral scent. "Hell yes," he snapped out with heat in his gaze. "If this is the sight I can expect each and every time you put a new feminine touch in our home, then I have absolutely no objections." His warm hands grasped her outer thighs and slowly crept up to her ass. He heard her breath catch. He'd never get tired of feeling the blazing chemistry burn hot between them. "However, I do have one suggestion," he told her, a smile creasing his lips.

Glancing down at him, she giggled. "And what, may I ask, is that?"

He locked in on her sensual expression. She had to know what he was about to suggest. It was him after all, the man who couldn't go one full day without some kind of sexual reference to her. Sex with her was all he thought about.

Unable to hide his wicked smile, he revealed, "That you do so naked."

Taking a few steps down the ladder, she twisted to face him. Licking her lips, she moaned, "I'm sure I can manage that." She reached her hands out, palms pressed flat against his chest, breathing harder. "But what will you do with me when I am naked?" Her delicate index finger toyed with the collar of his shirt, dipping to his skin, burning him like a branding iron. "Will you simply watch me as I hang pictures, my nipples scraping against the rough canvas, or as I arrange frilly pillows that glide causally over the skin of my arms and breasts? Will you wish to touch me as I drape throws over the sofa and chairs, the soft chenille basking over the flesh of my chest, stomach, and thighs? Will you keep your distance as I elongate and arch my body to add flowers to the top of the bookshelves?"

Her breathy voice sent hot blood pumping straight to his cock. Nuzzling her neck, his voice a husky growl, he teased, "Why don't I just show you?"