He liked that she was playing hard to get. Not a trait he often found in females he encountered. Then again, Penelope was unlike any female he’d ever met.
“Thank you for breakfast,” she said softly, as though not sure what else to say.
“Thank you for joining me,” he replied.
When the elevator doors opened, Obsidian put his hand up to ensure they didn’t close on her. Penelope’s head turned his way, her eyes lingering on his mouth when she passed by, as though she was hoping he would kiss her. Once she was inside, he joined her, a move that clearly took her by surprise.
“You don’t have to walk me down.”
“But I do.” Her safety was paramount, but he also wasn’t quite ready to leave her yet.
Another blush colored her cheeks as she ducked her head shyly.
The doors closed with a soft whoosh, and he pushed the button for the casino floor.
After slowing the elevator with his mind, Obsidian put his finger under her chin and tilted her head up. “I really hope to see you again.”
“Likewise.”
As they stood there, Obsidian felt that inexplicable pull. He realized he’d leaned down, his hand curled around the side of her neck, thumb gliding along her jaw.
Her eyes glittered. He could sense her intrigue. She was surprised by her reaction to him, but she wasn’t disappointed. Knowing that made it easier to do what he wanted to do.
“I’m going to kiss you, Penelope.”
She nodded, going up onto her toes, offering him permission. Having waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity, Obsidian leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. Her soft sigh had his entire body hardening, but he ignored it.
Obsidian didn’t intend to do more than brush his lips against hers, so when Penelope’s hand slid behind his neck, pulling him toward her, he nearly stumbled. And while he could be a gentleman, he wasn’t in that moment. His tongue slid past her soft lips, gliding over her teeth, seeking hers. She kissed him back, turning the gentle press of mouths to a full-blown mating.
He was completely in sync with her. Every breath, every heartbeat, even the throb of lust that coursed through her veins. He wanted to feel her beneath him, undulating, writhing, her body melding with his.
It took tremendous restraint to hold himself back, but he managed.
When Obsidian released her mouth, he stood tall, looked into her eyes, memorizing this moment for all eternity, then allowed the elevator to resume its natural pace.
“I’ll be here Thursday morning,” he told her. “Have breakfast with me again.”
This time, hisamsouelotdidn’t resist.
She smiled. “I’d like that.”
After seeing Penelope to her car, Obsidian made his way to his own. The Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat Redeye wasn’t quite the same as taking flight, but it was damn close. While he’d made no modifications to the engine, he’d had the car blacked out, both inside and out. Not out of necessity, more because he liked the way it looked.
It took roughly ten minutes to make the twenty-mile trek back to the house thefiestreighclaimed as their own during their stay here in Vegas. As he pulled into the small two-car garage and shut off the engine, Obsidian instantly missed his brothers. He missed the twelve-bay garage at the mansion, the row of muscle cars and motorcycles his brothers favored. Having spent centuries alongside them, it was taking some time to get used to not having them around.
When he stepped into the house, Obsidian was assaulted by the Red Hot Chili Peppers blaring through the sound system wired throughout, which meant Gryffyth was here. Obsidian strolled through the wide-open space, heading for the kitchen, peering around to see who’d arrived before him.
“Hey, you’re back,” Acadia called out, a brilliant smile on the Fae’s face. “I heard the good news.”
Her eyes scanned the space behind him, as though she expected someone else.
“Where is she?”
He grinned, opening the refrigerator and pulling out a beer. “At home.”
Acadia pouted. “Well, that’s no fun. I was hoping to meet her.”
Tilting the bottle to his lips, Obsidian studied her. Tonight, the fairy was decked out in a silky blue gown that covered her from neck to toe, clinging to every curve, the skirt flaring out around her feet, which no doubt were bare.
