Dorran smirks and leans back in his chair. “Well, that can be easily done.”
I laugh. “At the risk of my uncle finding out and killing you for it? No, thank you.”
“But just imagine you getting to be at the head of the table,” he says, and his eyes gleam in genuine excitement. “The queen, commanding her little shit-faced acolytes to do her bidding.”
I laugh harder. “Hey, now. Those acolytes are hard-working people who are sincerely interested in makingLureas unique and popular as possible. But alas, none of their ideas are as great as Mom’s vision, which is absolutely one-dimensioned and trashy, at best.”
Now it’s Dorran’s turn to laugh. “Well, my offer stands indefinitely, so you can cash it in whenever.”
I chuckle. “I appreciate it.”
We get back to our food, and as Dorran and I fall into a debate about which vintage car is the classiest, I realize that I’ve never spoken as much in my life as I do when I’m with him. Not at work, not during events, and most certainly not with Mave. And, it’s not a comparison, just an observation – one that makes me feel things I’ve never even dared to think about.
40.
“Ilove how quiet everything is right now,” Dorran whispers against my temple, then tightens his arms around my waist.
“Me too.” I shiver against the wind, but smile when he runs a hand up and down my arm, and his callouses kiss my bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
We’re standing behind the rooftop’s stone railing, watching the night darken before us. The fleeting hustle from earlier has lulled completely, with only the sounds of June Bugs and owls echoing against the peaceful silence.
I spoon some chiffon cake and meringue from the plate that’s on the railing, then turn around to look up at Dorran. “Open up.”
He takes a huge sip of his wine, then grins and parts his lips.
“Suck on the spoon,” I say once he’s taken the cake into his mouth.
He arches a brow, but obeys my little command.
I hold in a breath as his cheeks hollow; as his tongue darts out and licks the back of the frail object in my grasp.
My God, I’m going to lose it. He’s barely done anything, and I’m already so fucking wet for him.
I pull the spoon out of his mouth, and watch – transfixed – when the strong column of his throat moves as he swallows the cake.
“You know why I asked Alex to use orange meringue with our dessert?” he questions, then smirks before stepping closer to me.
I set the spoon back onto the plate, then return his smirk with one of my own. “Tell me why.”
Dorran leans in and touches his nose to mine, resulting in our breaths to merge. “Because you always smell like them – like fuckingoranges.” He presses his lips to mine, and distinctly, I hear his wineglass crash against the floor, which makes me chuckle.
He grabs my neck and starts fucking my mouth with his – tongue and teeth and bruising nips that ignite me like a damn inferno – and when his cock pushes against my stomach, I bite his bottom lip and cup him from over his pants.
He breaks the kiss and lets out an unrestrained moan, and it’s so fucking hot that I wanna hear more of it.
I drag my long nails over his growing erection, and Dorran’s gaze turns molten. “I like having you at my mercy,” I tell him. “I fuckingrelishit.”
He cocks his head to the side. “That so?”
“Mm-hmm.” I run the back of my fingers over his cheekbone, and then, with my eyes on him, I go down on my knees before him. The harsh ground bites into my knees, but I don’t care, because damn it, Dorran looksstunninglike this – all worked up and flushed. The fairy lights cast an outline around his form, and his face is mildly shadowed by them.
He’s a God – picture-perfectly sinful – but it’s me who’s going to make him sing my name like a damn prayer tonight.
“Unbutton your shirt,” I tell him. “But don’t untuck it.”
He chuckles and starts moving his fingers over the buttons of his shirt, revealing his smooth, muscled skin for my viewing.
I rise on my knees and place open-mouthed kisses on his abs, and when he thrusts his hips forward in response, I laugh and unbuckle his belt, then unzip his pants before shoving both it and his boxers down enough to expose his jutting cock for me.
