Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 22

　　I watched as he pulled every bottle out and then started opening them. He sniffed one and crinkled his nose before pouring it down the sink. “Hey, don’t do that!”

　　“Don’t start, Imogen. Either help me or shut up.” I snatched a bottle off the bench beside me and opened it. I quickly stole a mouthful from it and Tobias glared at me. “Really, you can’t drink them all.”

　　I passed him the bottle and he poured it down the drain. “I don’t plan on drinking them all. I don’t have problem, I just did it to piss you off,” I laughed. Tobias raised his eyebrow at me. I passed him another bottle and watched him pour the contents down the drain. When he was halfway through. He stopped for second. “Why do you have so much anyway? I’m sure one bottle would have sufficed.”

　　“They aren’t mine, they were my mother’s. She used to work at bar and would bring them home.”

　　“Your mother was an alcoholic?” he asked while he continued pouring another bottle down the drain.

　　“Yes, but not a bad one. She was a happy drunk,” I stated.

　　When he was done, he placed the empty bottles back in the box beside me on the counter. We kind of stood there awkwardly for a second. He went to say something than stopped. I jumped off the bench and walked over and placed the kettle on.

　　Tobias rummaged through the pantry and handed me some tea bags and sugar. I looked up at him, confused. I have never seen him drink tea before.

　　“To much caffeine will keep you up at night.” I turned back to the cups and started making them. When I finished, I felt Tobias hands run up my sides and back down before landing on my hips. He growled lowly I spun around startled to see if I actually heard right. His hands not moving from their spot on my hips. Maybe I am hearing things? I thought to myself. I turned back around but his hands didn’t leave my body. Instead I felt his hands run up the sides of my body to the sides of my breasts. My breath hitched at the feel of hands gliding along the fabric of my dress. My hands began to shake, feeling unsure and nervous of the situation I was in.

　　“Tobias, Theo…” I couldn’t finish my sentence not knowing what I wanted to say. He didn’t seem to care though, his hands brushing my hair over my shoulder. He kissed my neck and I leant back into him. A shiver ran up my spine as one of his hands reached around, grabbing my throat pulling me to one side as he started kissing and sucking on the tender flesh of my neck. I pressed my knees together, feeling a throb between my legs I wasn’t used to feeling.