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“Then enlighten me.” If I rile him up, it might bring on the mating fever. The sooner we start, the sooner we can move on from this ridiculous situation.
“Firstly, I have a gift with words. There are things I’d like to say to you that you won’t soon forget,” he tells me. “Secondly, I’ll lick whatever body part you bring close enough to this tongue.”
He flickers his tongue out of his mouth to show me. It’s dark in color like charcoal.
Maybe it’s his desperate charm, or maybe it’s the fact that this scenario bears zero resemblance to any memory I have, painful or otherwise. Either way, I feel brave enough to take my gloves off and go out on a limb for him. I hover my palm over his mouth.
“Go ahead,” I say.
What I thought would be a sweet moment to lighten the mood turns the temperature up in a matter of seconds.
He doesn’t break eye contact or hesitate for a second. The tip of his tongue dips between my ring and middle finger. I gasp, my skin sizzling as he drags over the delicate juncture. All I expected was a kiss on the palm, but the sight of him treating the ‘v’ between fingers like parted legs is startlingly erotic.
“Don’t look so shocked,” he says, smirking. “This is what you’ve reduced me too. A hungry male. I’ll do anything for a taste.”
“You’ve seduced your fair share of girls, I bet,” I tease, but when I tuck my hand into my lap, I can feel it shaking. I wish I could tell whether the reaction is a good sign or a bad one.
His pupils contract more. If I keep stirring him up, I’m sure the amma’ka will show itself.
“Does my honesty sound like seduction to you? Do you think a face like mine requires additional persuasion?”
“You cocky bastard,” I say with a chuckle, “but I can’t deny you have the face of an angel.”
“An angel? You called me that once before,” he says. “But what does it mean?”
Did I compliment him like that before? I bite my lip.
“Angels are divine creatures—not real, of course. They’re beautiful.”
“You think I have a beautiful face?”
My cheeks are hot.
“Yes.”
Those pupils finally widen past the human range of normality. The black grows bigger and bigger until the pretty teal is all gone, and the white is fading rapidly.
“Sit on it,” he says.
“What?” I rasp.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
FRANKIE
“Sit on this face if you like it so much.”
I pause, my brain short-circuiting over whether to laugh or gasp.
“Alright,” I agree, a wave of shyness spreading through me.
I dressed in anticipation of this moment. A classic jumpsuit for wear under an air-seal includes a zipper crotch for ease of use while traveling. I don’t need to remove a thing. I climb onto him, ignoring the anxious energy building in my chest.
He’s got a smug smile on his face as I straddle him. Combined with the black mating eyes, it makes him look downright devilish.
“Tell me to stop enjoying this so much and I will,” he says. “Do you want to keep going?”
A ring of white in the corners of his eyes threatens to kill our chances.
