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At her door, I stop and before I can think, I cup her face with my free hand. “I had fun. Again.”
“That’s me. Fun.”
“You are, Zoey,” I say, suddenly meaning it. Her skin is soft, warm silk beneath my fingers and her eyes are big and vulnerable. “Don’t think that’s not something special, because it is. You’re smart and funny and sweet.”
“Are you quitting?”
She bites her lip, looking horrified, and I laugh. “No. I’m not that easy to get rid of. I’m just telling you the truth.”
“You’re a good friend a-and colleague.”
But she wants more. That’s there in her face. Most women I know would use that to play games, hide it if they thought it would get them what they wanted. But not Zoey. She wears her heart right there on her sleeve.
“We can be more,” I murmur, brushing the side of her mouth with mine.
She sighs so soft it’s like she’s running her fingers down my naked flesh to whisper over my cock. “I think that’s a bad idea.”
“Yeah, but sometimes they can be really, really good.”
I kiss her softly and she sways into me.
She tastes like spice and hops and the dark sweetness of her. “And sometimes it can be bad.”
Her mouth seeks mine and she kisses me. Before she can draw back, I let go of her hand and slide my arm about her waist, pulling her into me. “Maybe I like bad.”
She goes to answer and that’s when I kiss her properly, taking full advantage of her parted lips and they open more for me. I slide my tongue into the heat and wetness and hers meets mine.
Heaven. That’s the word. Heaven tinged with dark fantasy and X-rated images that tumble into me.
I kiss her deeply, pushing her hair from her face, and slanting my lips against hers, drinking down, and she melts, wrapping about me and the kiss takes on a life of its own. It has the sweetest claws that hook in such a way that makes my breath hitch, my cock hard and aching, and my heart beat fast.
She’s fire in the blood. A slow burn that can turn into an inferno if she’s treated right. And I want to treat her right.
I want to strip her down bare, down to the bone. I want to make her beg and moan and come so hard she’s mine.
I want—
It doesn’t matter what I want. I stop kissing her, coming back in to bite her lip, lick the spot and brush her mouth with mine before I untangle us.
If I don’t go, I’m not going to. Because I’m hot for her. Attracted. And I need to sort that, be in the right place. The attraction, that’s a game I can play. I can do that. Use that. All’s fair in the cutthroat world I live in. And Zoey…she’s completely delicious.
“I should go. I’ll see you Monday.”
“I…yes…I…” She stumbles back into her door, and before I can think, I follow, crowding into her and taking her mouth again.
This time it’s slow, I take my time. It’s a waltz of a kiss, a violin of tender passion infused melody, and I kiss her throat, her nose, her forehead.
“Goodnight, sweet Zoey.”
And then I step back, three times, until I’m at the curb. I have to. If I don’t, I’ll be in her bed or fucking her on the stairs. And that isn’t for tonight. I need to get my own shit together. I need to wait and play the game when the timing is perfect. I wait for her to unlock her door and go inside.
Zoey’s about to close the door when she says, “Magnus?”
“Yeah?”
“I’d love to meet your gran.”
Her door closes.
