He came closer still, just half a step. “There’s a lot I feel about you, Spade, but dislike isn’t one of them.”
My heart ticked faster. “Distrust, maybe?” My legs refused to move when I ordered them to. I couldn’t go closer nor pull away.
But March had no trouble walking right into my personal space—and he did it with envy-worthy confidence.
“Definitely,” he said, a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. “Distraction. Disruption.” An arched brow. “Disappointment.”
There was a good chance I was smiling. “I disappoint you?”
“Very.” A hand under my chin. I didn’t move, didn’t push him away. He pulled my head up, analyzed my face. “You’ve healed nicely,” he muttered, but I didn’t much care about that.
“Why do I disappoint you, Heartling?”
He looked at my lips, brought his thumb to the corner of my mouth, wiped it. “Because.” Then he brought that same thumb to his own lips and licked a red velvet crumb off it.
My legs were shaking pretty badly.
“Because you took one truth from me, but you never gave me one in return.”
The memory. My memory in his mind.
“And because you’ve been avoiding me, I get to ask for a specific truth now, too.”
I arched a brow. “I haven’t been avoiding you.” But maybe I had. A little bit.
“I say you have, and I want my truth now.” He leaned closer until I felt the heat of his breath against my mouth.
I was no longer thinking about keeping my jacket wrapped around me to hide my nightgown. I didn’t think it necessary since he was holding me prisoner with his eyes, and he wasn’t looking away from my face at all.
“What truth?” The whisper left me in rush, and I found myself stretching my neck instinctively. Reaching for his lips with mine.
I didn’t try to make sense of it, not now. Not when I felt like Reggie felt when we sat at that table, like I was going to die soon and I was trapped and there was no way out.
Buttrappeddidn’t feel all that bad when it was Marchluring me in. When he stared at my lips like he might be possessed.
“I want you to tell me,” he started, his whisper soft. My lips parted to taste it on my tongue… “How badly do you want me to kiss you right now.”
A moan escaped my lips faster than I was able to bite my tongue.Kiss,he said, and my knees shook and my panties were a mess.
My eyes squeezed shut and his hand closed around my cheek, his thumb tracing my freckles. I felt the breath that left his mouth when he chuckled. “That bad, huh.” It wasn’t a question.
“March,” I warned because I was unable to move back now—he’d trapped me all too well.
A growl, and he stepped closer all the way. His chest was flush against mine, and his other hand found its way under my jacket, closed around the side of my waist, fingers digging into my skin.
It was all I could do to stop myself from moaning again.
“Tell me, then. Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he whispered, then took my bottom lip between his teeth.
I was shaking.
I found I’d raised my hands, had grabbed his shirt around the shoulders and was holding on for dear life. I was on my tiptoes, too.
He sucked on my lip for a second, then let go. This time when I moaned, it was in complaint.
“Talk to me. Tell me,” he whispered, his hand moved to my neck, his other snaking all around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
I felt him against my chest clearly. I felt how hard he was, too, and shivers broke down the length of me.
