“It was. Tabasco is a bit hot for me.”
“Not me. It had a nice kick.”
“Well, apparently you’re a Louisiana gill man,” Pearl teased. “Too bad you didn’t have that accent. I like accents.”
“Oh?” His eyes widened and he cleared his throat. “How is zis for zee French accent?”
Pearl winced. “Not good. Maybe just stick with your normal voice.”
Phineas laughed. “Noted.”
“So, when are you going to ask me out?” she asked coyly.
“You’ve changed,” Phineas teased.
“What do you mean?”
“You never used to pester me about things.”
Pearl chuckled. “I became more confident. I’m not going to sit back and hope things will happen.”
They stopped in the street, facing each other as they held hands. He brushed his knuckles down her face. “I like this take-charge Pearl.”
“You do?”
“I do, because I wasn’t sure if I was good enough for you.”
“You’ve always been good enough for me, Phineas.” Her heart was racing and she really wanted to kiss him again. When he kissed her earlier, it made her blood sing. Her unicorn part loved that. She wanted to be with him so much, and she knew that Phineas would always protect her.
He was her safety net. Sure, her brother had been like a dad to her since her father died tragically, but Phineas was her rock.
And she knew that deep in her heart.
There was no one else she wanted to be with.
Only him.
“I would very much like to kiss you again,” Phineas whispered, his voice deep with a promise that sent of zing of pleasure through her body.
“I would like that too.”
Phineas cupped her face and tenderly kissed her, just like before, which made her melt against him. The kiss was soft at first, but then deepened into something more, something she desperately wanted but had always been afraid to reach out for. It made her blood sing as his arms moved from her face, down over her shoulders before wrapping around her, pulling her flush against his hard, muscled body.
For being a cold-blooded monster, he felt incredibly hot under her fingers as she touched any bare area of his skin. He was being so gentle with her, which was good, because she’d never been with anyone else ever, but there was also a part of her that wanted more.
She could feel his hard cock in his pants, pressed against the top of her thigh, and her body trembled with need. Instinctively, she rolled her hips against it and heard him moan.
Slow it down.
Reluctantly, she broke off the kiss, and he rested his forehead against hers. She placed her hand on his chest, his heart fluttering under her touch.
“Is this a dream?” he asked, his breath warm against her skin.
“If it is, I don’t want to wake up.”
He kissed her hand. “I would like to make you dinner and have you come to my place tomorrow night if you’re free?”
“I’m free. What time?”
