“Come on.” Tugging me forward, he pulled my hand away from my mouth, holding it in front of his face. “Doesn’t look too bad.” A tiny line appeared between his eyebrows as he studied it. “But you need to run some cold water over it.”
I hissed as the cool water washed over the stinging digit. Tears falling, I tried to yank my hand away, but his own just tightened.
“I know it hurts, but you need to hold still.” As if to prove his point, his muscled arm slid around my hips. Pressing his body against my back, his other hand held my hand under the icy stream. “I could always kiss you again to take your mind off it.” His breath tickled the skin on my neck, like hot velvet running across my skin and the breath caught in my throat.
That was the effect he had on me. Even injured, even after I had just been telling myself that I really, really shouldn’t be panting after my ex fiancés brother. My body reacted to him. It was like I had no control over myself at all.
“I’m injured, and you are trying to come on to me?” I tried for indignant and failed. The truth was I wanted him to kiss me and not just to take my mind off the stinging pain.
“It’s only a little burn.”
“It’s painful.” The pain was easing, but somehow that just made his presence pressed up against my ass and his hand wrapped around my wrist something else. Something almost dirty.
And it was pretty obvious he felt it as well.
“Yeah it is.” He shifted his hips, and I felt the hard ridge of his cock against my ass.
“Maybe you need to run something under cold water as well?”
He laughed, stepping away from me. “You are probably right. Fancy joining me?” His lips curled into a grin. Forcing a small laugh from me. It was almost impossible to be serious around him. “Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose of a cold shower?”
“Oh, Darcie. I think you in the shower with me would be exactly what we both need. Don’t you think?”
Yeah, I did think. In fact, I was pretty sure it would be amazing, but I wasn’t about to lose our bet so soon. No way.
I just wasn’t the losing type.
“Go and shower. I’ll finish our meal.” Turning off the tap, I popped my burnt finger back into my mouth. Sucking on it hard. It hurt like hell, but it had the desired effect.
His eyes narrowed. “Fuck.” He breathed out the profanity, his eyes not leaving my lips. “You are an evil, evil woman, Darcie.”
***
“This is really good.”
I nodded my thanks, unable to speak around the mouth full of spaghetti I was eating. It was good, but it wasn’t exactly anything special. It definitely didn’t deserve the happy noises he was making in the back of his throat or the way he was shovelling great forkfuls into his mouth.
“You’re going to choke.” My hand reached out. “Slow down.”
Havoc said nothing, just smiled that panty-dropping smile of his.
“Not my fault I’m starved and want to eat.” His eyes crinkled and I blushed. I wasn’t even sure he was talking about food anymore. He wasn’t looking at me like he was talking about food.
“A good woman would feed me.”
I jumped as his hand landed on my knee, fingers squeezing.
“I am feeding you.” I tapped my fork on his plate. “I set the table and everything. There are even leftovers.”
“Yeah, that’s good.” His hand moved an inch. “But I’m talking about dessert.” He dropped his fork to his plate, and the full weight of his eyes hit me. “I’m talking about you sitting right here.” He patted the table in front of him. “And wrapping your legs around my neck.”
Sucking in a breath, I pressed my legs together. I was glad that he couldn’t see under the table just what effect he had on me.
Why did he have to have such a beautiful filthy mouth on that gorgeous face? It wasn’t fair at all.
“Sounds tempting, doesn’t it?”
Yeah, it sounded more than tempting, but it wasn’t going to happen. “Yeah, but then that would mean I don’t get any dessert myself.” Catching his eyes, I gave him my most seductive smile. “Maybe I want something in my mouth.” I opened my lips, the tip of my tongue wetting my lips.
