Her mouth watered. The smell was so intoxicating, Eilidh contemplated snatching the fruit from his grasp and racing off with it.
Kieran peeled off a slice and held it out.
She reached for it with her fingers.
He pulled it back.
She frowned.
“Stop playing games,” she hissed.
“Let me feed you.”
“Like a baby bird? I think not.” She folded her arms once more. “This bonus orange appears to have stipulations. That renders it less of a bonus and more of an . . . anonerousorange.”
He chuckled, still holding the orange wedge out to her. Enticing. Luring.
She glared at it.
“I don’t likeonerousoranges,” she deadpanned. “You tell me to trust you, but then you behave in this flirtatious manner. As if you’re attempting towoome.”
His expression didn’t change. “Iamattempting to woo ye.”
“Wooing wasn’t part of the deal.”
“Consider it a bonus wooing, as well.” He dangled the orange slice. “You get oranges, flirtation,andhelp recovering your memories.”
He waggled the orange, tempting. Probably knowing, too, that the smirk on his lips and the rakish angle of his shoulders would be equally enticing to her.
She pursed her mouth. Drat him for knowing she would commit mutiny in earnest for an orange.
Fine.
Two could play at this game.
If she was going to eat this orange from his fingers and tolerate his open flirtation, she would not make it pleasant for him.
“What is your greatest weakness?” she asked, arms still folded.
She leaned forward and swiftly snatched the offered orange section with her teeth, careful not to touch him in any way.
The tart juicy sweetness detonated in her mouth. She barely stifled a moan.
“My greatest weakness?” he repeated, watching her chew, pupils dilating. He slowly peeled off another slice. “The sound of your laughter.”
Eilidh swallowed. “Please be serious.”
“Iambeing serious. Wooing, remember?” He looked at her before glancing down at the orange wedge in his fingers. He popped it into his own mouth, groaning in appreciation.
She growled and took a step closer. “That one was mine. You’re stealing now.”
“Ye always were bad at sharing,” he tsked around his mouthful ofherorange.
“This wooing is going rather poorly.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He peeled off another slice and held it out to her.
“What is your greatest regret?” She ate it from his hand again, eyes rolling back in their sockets.
