“I don’t like you upset,” he murmured against her neck, his hair brushing her cheek, his thumb still lightly stroking her sensitive clit. Kira squirmed away, but his hand on her hip held her in place. “But I’m just a jealous prick who needs you more than anything in this godsdamn long life of mine.”
Her heart tripped. But deeper, she sensed more. Not jealousy…but a deep pain. More than anything, she wanted to ease him. Help him. See him smile without the shadows in his eyes.
“I’m okay, really. Besides, I couldn’t quite connect with any of them…” Her voice lowered a little. “Because I think even then I was comparing everyone to you.”
“Good.”
She snorted a laugh.
“You have to go to the brownstone?” he asked, still holding her against him. At least he’d stopped tormenting her.
“Yes…” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Gran’s back.”
He went utterly motionless, and those gorgeous eyes held hers. He knew what it meant.
“If I had my way, I wouldn’t let you leave this room until I had you with my mouth, my body, in every way possible. But the Oracle has to be told about us, and that you’re moving in here.”
Oh, boy. Her tummy dipped. Gran would probably be shocked out of her mind.
Kira prayed really hard that it all went well.
