Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
He speaks quietly, a drop above a whisper, and I’m a nice kind of dizzy as I wait for him to continue.
His jaw is firm, gently shaded with stubble; there’s a flex in the muscle that makes me . . . flex too. His eyes stare into mine, searching, serious—
He pulls back suddenly, taking the strange magical tension with him. “Like that.”
Holy shiiiiiit.
“Your turn.”
I roll my shoulders, plucking up my nerve. Confidence. Confidence.
I hook a finger under his chin. “Listen.”
One eyebrow shoots up and those lips crack into a grin.
I sag into my chair and pout.
“That,” Damon says, “was utterly adorable.”
“I want bossy, not adorable. Help me. Please. Dammit.”
Rumbling laughter vibrates through the table and into my leg pressed up against it. Damon catches my deflated look and pats my shoulder. “Okay, okay. It’ll help if you position yourself higher than him. Make yourself more imposing.”
“I’m five foot eight!” Although, I may have something that can help with that. I leap to my feet, search through my bags of accessories and pull out seven-centimetre invisible insoles. “I have these.”
Damon stares at the insoles, bewildered. One by one, he plucks them from my hands, studies them, and casts them towards the woodburner. He snags my hand and whisks me to the table. The room is a breathless blur as he positions me on the warm wooden edge, and then colour and form make sense once more as he seats himself in my chair. In this position, I’m a fraction taller than he is. His angles are as strong and perfect from up here as they are from a few inches below. Better perhaps, in that he doesn’t look quite so irresistibly imposing.
The air between is just as . . . sticky. “Try again, Leon.”
I touch his chin, swallow, wish I hadn’t swallowed, clear my throat, and pitch my voice deep. “Listen.”
“Don’t change your voice. Be purposeful.”
I growl. “Any positive feedback?”
“That’s better.”
I pinch his chin firmly.
He goads me with the lift of an eyebrow.
Staring hard into his gleaming eyes, I drop my fingers and squeeze his hard nipple, bringing my face close to his surprised one. “Kiss me.”
He shivers. It tremors through the hand I’ve palmed against his chest. He holds me at the wrist, keeping me there, his other hand curling around my nape. His eyes meet mine, an electrifying beat that lights me up from head to toe. Lips come up slow, slower, like he wants to tease. It’s working. My pulse is all kinds of uneven, like my breath. Fingers slide into my hair and his mouth ghosts over mine.
“Sweet,” he murmurs. “Like I remember.”
He grips my waist.
I come off the table and melt onto his thighs, crushing my lips against his, seeking more of those knee-buckling shivers. Our tongues touch and I suck on his. Wet, slick, deep. He groans into my mouth and I drink it in. “That’s it, Leon. Take what you want.”
“I want you, Roger.”
Damon jerks back and blinks at me in disbelief. “Really?”
“We’re practicing.”
“The snog was supposed to be for me.”
“Fine. Let’s go again.”
A cocky grin lights his face and I roll my eyes, laughter vibrating through us.
Damon tastes like the ocean and a shit-load of confidence. He kisses me back, enthusiastically, hands roaming under my flannel top, nails skidding sensuously over skin.
He’s good at this part. Pity he didn’t spend as much time on it back then. He’s become more patient with age, or perhaps this tongue-twisting torture is his game? That sounds more likely. God, he’s good at it.
I clench my thighs around his, pulling back breathlessly, “Don’t get any other ideas.”
“Don’t think of a pink elephant.”
“What?”
Damon stares back at me. “Well, how good is your impulse control? Of course I’m getting other ideas.” He cups my cheek, thumb stroking my skin. “Like us going at it, right here, right now, until you’re yelling my name and coming so hard you see stars.”
Stars. It’s tempting. The last time truly was spectacular—
Semi-frantically and semi-reluctantly, I climb off him. “Oh no. Oh no. Been there, done that.”
He eyes my blatant arousal.
At my scowl, he raises both hands. “I got ideas. I won’t do any of them unless you’re up for it and willing.”
“This is supposed to help me win Roger over.”
“Speaking of, may I join you to chat aquariums?”
“Are you insane?”
“Fine. Walk you there? Help you get in the right frame of mind?”
“Stop it.”
“See how much bossier you are with me around?” he says.
I narrow my eyes at him, hands settling tight on my hips. His gaze flickers pointedly to my stance and that grin, God damn him. He has a point. Damon riling up my emotions will send me off with the right attitude. It’ll be refreshing, starting a date right for once. “Fine. Walk me to the tea room doors.” Those smugly satisfied eyes have me warning, “Not beyond.”