“What have you done?” My gaze zips over the lawn, but it’s empty. “Where are they?”
“They’re still here. You just can’t see them, and they can’t see us.” He leans in and whispers, “So that we can bedecent.”
Decentsuddenly becomes the filthiest word on the planet.
It all hits me then—not just what he’s saying, but what he’s done—made an entire crowd disappear with a single thought.
Holy crap. Heispowerful.
“Um. Maybe having an audience doesn’t bother me,” I say past the lump in my throat.
“Throwing decency out the window already?”
“No comment.”
He chuckles, and just as suddenly as they disappeared, the fae and witches return.
“Still not convinced? Then how about a deal?” he offers. “I’ll trade your secret for a kiss.”
He’s not giving up.Whatis going on?
“You can tell me your decision after the ceremony.” He extends his hand. “Ready?”
Before I can say,No, there’s no way in hell I’m going to kiss you,his hand slides down my arm and his fingers thread through mine.
My entire body explodes with desire. All this talk of kissing isn’t doing a thing to quell the deep throb that’s taken up residence in my nether parts.
Worse, I’m wondering what kissing him would be like. What does he taste like? How would his lips feel grazing across my mouth? Would he just peck me, or would he want more?
Oh, he’d want more. Definitely.
This is dangerous territory, but the warning bells that should be blaring in my mind are silent.
They want to kiss him, too, apparently.
I find myself thinking that I may just say yes, that I’ll give him that kiss. It’s way too tempting an invitation to pass up.
“You want the kiss, don’t you?” he says smugly.
“Nope,” I scoff.
“I can tell. It’s written all over your face.”
“You’ll just have to wait to find out, now won’t you?”
A rose petal lands in my hair, and he brushes it out. “I have the patience of an elephant.”
“I think you mean memory.”
He winks. “Maybe it’s both.”
I stifle a laugh as he nods to the ring of cherry trees.
“Focus on the center,” he coaxes, his voice a caress that flutters over my skin.
My head’s fuzzy. It’s taking all my control to harness my thoughts and saddle them down. The fire that’s flowing through my veins is distracting, making it nearly impossible to focus on the tree.
Surprisingly it helps to think about something other than how warm his skin is, how strong and calloused his fingers are as their pads brush the back of my hand.
