Navy's Sons: Bullied by Quadruplet Stepbrothers novel Chapter 27

24. Getting Warm

Tabitha’s POV

I peel my wet shirt off slowly, trying not to winee at how it clings to my skin. The fabric is heavy with rain. It’s chilly and sticky against my back that I’m positive I’ll be catching a cold first thing in the morning. I have to tug hard to get it over my head, and by the time it’s off, my hair is plastered to my neck and shoulders. My white bra is also on full display. I throw a conscious look at Luca whose eyes never left me since he handed me his jacket.

“Turn around,” I say sharply.

Luca doesn’t budge. His head tips slightly, like he heard me but isn’t sure I deserve to be listened to. His eyes stay right where they are-on me.

“What?” he says, feigning innocence. “I thought you enjoyed having an audience.”

My cheeks flare with heat. I throw the wet shirt at him without thinking. It hits his chest and slides down to the floor with a heavy slap. He doesn’t even flinch.

“Asshole.”

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minka oa ha finally turns his back. Like I didn’t just half-strip in front of him. Like he’s seen this all before and it means nothing.

I unclasp my bra, grimacing at how cold the air feels against my skin. My hands move fast now, too annoyed to care about modesty. I grab his jacket from the floor and slide into it. It’s warm on the inside and also decently padded. The forest green fabric is enough to cover me fully even without anything underneath. But it’s not enough to keep me from shivering.

My pants are still drenched and probably my underwear too! Water seeps down to places I really don’t want to think about, and the chill bites deep. Still, I keep my mouth shut. I’m not about to admit weakness in front of him.

“Okay, I’m decent. You can turn back around,” I mutter.

He pivots around and his eyes land on the jacket, then on me.

“You’re shaking,” he noted, folding his arms across his chest. “I forgot how weak humans can be.”

I roll my eyes as my lips tremble from the cold. “Okay, Mr. Werewolf. You’re not the one who dove headfirst into the rain five minutes ago.”

He looks past me, toward the half-broken door. The storm is still going strong. Rain pounds the roof in harsh rhythm, and thunder rolls faint in the distance.

“It doesn’t look like this rain is going to stop any time soon,” he says.

“Great,” I mutter, hugging the jacket tighter around me. “We’re stuck here.”

Luca watches me as I rub my palms together and blow my warm breath on them. This narrow shed is doing nothing to block the wind outside. The only good thing is, at least it keeps the rain off us. Well, not that I have anything else left to soak.

“Damn, it’s painful to watch you,” Luca comments. He looks bored as he stares at my pitiful methods to stay warm.

“Then, don’t watch,” I hiss. I pull the helm of the jacket and extend it down to cover my legs.

“I’m just saying, if you’re cold, I can help.” He says. A glint of playfulness flickers in his eyes. “That jacket doesn’t seem to do the trick. But if you want, I can give you something warmer.”

There’s something about his voice that makes my skin tingle, almost as if he’s challenging me without laying a finger. His tone is the kind that sneaks under your skin and lingers there like heat. I look up sharply, but he’s not leering. He just watches me with that same calm, unreadable expression, like he’s waiting to see how far I’ll squirm.

“I’m fine,” I say, though my voice comes out thinner than I want.

v it, but my body betrays me. I’m not cold

n is flushed. My heart pounds too fast and too

est. He’s right. I’m warm…burning, even.

a smug bastard,” I whisper, but it lacks t bite that I intended. I just find myself slowly melting into his arms. Shit.

Luca chuckles and the sound is unreasonably sexy in my ear, especially with his lips brushing against my jaw. “I’m not wrong though,” he drawls. “You feel it too.”

His hand drifts lower again, brushing the curve of my waist, and then slowly sliding beneath the waistband of my soaked shorts. A mewl escapes my lips before I can stop it. He stops at my inner thigh. His fingers rest there like he owns that space.

I should shove him off. I should be furious. But I just stand there, letting him touch me like this while the sound of rain beats down on the roof above us.

“You’re heating up faster than I expected.” He sounds too pleased with himself, like he’s savoring every second of this.

My cheeks burn hotter. My thighs press together on instinct, but it’s no use. His hand is already there. I swallow hard, fighting to find words, any words, but my mind is blank. All sanity seems to have completely abandoned me while his fingers tease the

v inner thigh, close enough to make my whole ticipation. His touch is maddening, like he ar he can push me before I break.

n again, and this time, his lips find my ear. He bites it, out sharp enough to make my legs tense all ove soft moan escapes me and I want to mentally slap myself for letting him hear how much I want this.

“You’re shaking again,” he whispers against my skin. “But I bet it’s got nothing to do with the cold anymore.”