“Good,” he replies, his grin widening, more of the tusks showing, and I remember how they felt against my lips, under my tongue…
Thankfully, there’s barely any wait between the moment we order and when the food comes. And we just spend those few minutes eye-fucking, and reveling in being in each other’s presence. I feel so fucking at peace, sitting close enough that I could touch him. His scent surrounding me. His body heat radiating towards me… Staring into his fascinating eyes. Letting my eyes roam over his ridiculously handsome face, his massive body. Just being with him after a whole day of missing my male…
* * *
The meal itself ruins me for any other food. There’s a dish with scallops that makes me make a sound out loud, in public, thathas Sven watching me with a dark, pleased, hungry look. And I realize he’s not eating, not really. He’s mostly watchingmeeat…
And there’s the candlelight, the fire, his knee pressed against mine under the table the whole time, neither of us moving away.
I came here with a plan. I had a whole damn list of questions, goddammit!What is this? what are you doing? what do you want from me? you don’t get to kiss me like that and disappear!I had it loaded and ready to go. But that shit all dissolves around the time his hand finds my knee under the table. And just rests there. Big, warm, heavy, his thumb moving slow. I lose my entire train of thought, and every time I work up to ‘so what is this, exactly?’Sven looks at me with his dark eyes that look even better in the candlelight, and the questions just evaporates… Shit, I already know. I think I’ve known since the staff meeting…
“You went quiet,” he says, that ghost of a smile still on his delicious mouth.
I shake my head, sigh, then blurt out, “I had a speech.”
He cocks an eyebrow, looking unfairly hotter doing it. “A speech, uh?”
“Yes. For you. About… this.” I wave between us. “I was going to be very firm and get answers.”
His thumb keeps moving on my knee. “Ask me, then,” he rasps, and the vibration lands straight to my clit. Oh Lord…
I look at him, the size of him, the fire dancing on his green skin, the way he’s watching me like there’s nothing else in the room, fuck, the whole damn world. And he’s so goddamn beautiful, so mine. So I just tell him.
“I don’t know what you want from me, Sven.”
He goes still. His hand stops moving on my knee. His eyes going from lazy to intense.
“Yes, you do, baby,” he says, low. “You’ve known from the second you walked into my life.”
My heart’s beating so hard I’m sure he can hear it.
“Not here,” he adds before I can answer. He pulls a whole freaking wad of cash out and drops it on the table. “Come on, let’s go.”
The drive back to my place feels like a short blur. The town’s all quiet in the dark evening. Neither of us talks, and the air between us is so thick I could choke on it. Sven’s hand’s on the small of my back and I can feel the heat of it through my dress. His intoxicating smell, his towering presence…
By the time we get to my door, I’m wound up so tight I can barely work my key. But I finally get the door and turn to say something… thank you, goodnight,do you want to come inside,I don’t even know…
He’s got me backed against my door before I get a word out. With one hand flat beside my head, the other coming up to my face, he’s looking at me with eyes that have fully gone black, a growl starting low in his chest, and every nerve in my body lights up at once.
I grab his sweater in both fists and pull him down, his mouth crashes on mine, and his amazing taste floods me, honey, dark chocolate and smoke, my knees buckle, his thick arm comes around my back, hauls me up against him and pins me to the door… and this time he doesn’t stop at my mouth.
Eight
Sven
She tastes like fuckingeverything. I’ve got her pinned to the door, her mouth open under mine. She’s making these little sounds that go straight down my spine to my cock, and I’m holding myself together by pure willpower. And it’s running out.
Esme grabbed my sweater with her small hands and hauled me into her like she couldn’t wait another second, and the scent of her slick hit the air the second our mouths met and now it’s everywhere, thick and sweet andfucking wild,the smell of a body that needs, that’s ready, that craves to take me. Fucking all of me.
Mine. The word’s pounding inside my head.Mine, mine, take her, she’s right here, she’s begging, take…
No.
Not like this. Not against a door her first month in town. I made myself a promise and I’m keeping it if it kills me, and right now it feels like it’s going to kill me.
But I want to give her everything. I want to give herthis.
“Esme.” I drag my mouth off hers, down her throat. She gasps and tilts her head back to give me more access, and the scent at her pulse nearly takes me out.
