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She couldn’t deal with him being around. Not when her eyes involuntarily tracked his every move, her fingers remembered the heat of his skin, the hard steel of his—
“Mom,” Basil said under his breath, a hint of warning in his voice.
“I’m sure he’s got other places to be.” She shot Tallak a look that hopefully spoke volumes. Of the Don’t you dare disagree variety.
His features hardened as he took out his phone. “Let me check my calendar.” He made a show of swiping and tapping on the screen. “Ah, see, I just missed the flight to Givafukistan, so I actually have an opening right n—”
His sentence ended in a choking cough, the tendril of magic she’d sent out to dangerously squeeze his testicles making him freeze where he stood. Eyes flashing hot, he met her gaze, and all the hairs on her arms and neck rose, biting tension charging the air between them.
A second ticked by, and then he pursed his lips in the slightest insinuation of blowing a kiss—just as Basil’s focus turned to her—and with a bit-back curse, she released her grip on him.
“You know what?” Basil said. “I’m really not up for watching you two bicker, so I’m going to take a shower and head over to Merle’s.” With a glower at both of them, he left the kitchen.
“Now you’ve done it.” Tallak tilted his head. “Made my boy mad.”
“He’s my son, too,” she pressed out through gritted teeth.
Instead of another retort, he prowled over to her. She resisted the urge to retreat, not wanting to grant him the satisfaction of pushing her back. Which, unfortunately, meant she felt the heat of his body licking at her senses in torturously thrilling slowness as he drew closer. The scent of his fresh workout sweat didn’t make her wrinkle her nose but instead triggered sensory memories of when she’d last breathed him in like this—skin on skin in his bed, their limbs entwined, the air thick with sweat and sex and pleasure.
And—gods darn it—her body reacted as if conditioned for him, the low-level hum of desire swelling to a buzz that drowned out everything else.
Leaning in, he pulled something out of his pocket, raised it to dangle in the scant space between their faces. “You forgot this.”
She snatched her bra from his hand, heat flooding her cheeks. “Leave before I strangle you with it.”
His mouth twitched into a smile. After a last, sensually long look at her lips, he brushed past her, deliberately grazing her breast with his arm.
She closed her eyes and breathed through the flare of desire at his touch.
So much for having scratched that itch.
CHAPTER 12
It was a slow night at Nine Circles. Not enough fucking patrons to keep Tallak busy behind the fucking bar and make sure his fucking mind didn’t wander to the fucking mess he’d gotten himself into with the fucking bright idea to—
With a frustrated sigh, he put the glass he was holding down before he demon-handled it into destruction. He’d been glad he had to work tonight, thinking it would distract him and stop any pondering of the situation with Hazel. Seeing her today…what a bloody disaster.
She’d looked good enough to eat—in small, targeted bites and licks—in her flowing skirt and a short-sleeved blouse that hugged her waist and breasts just so. And now that he knew exactly what she looked like underneath, what those curves felt like when his hands, his mouth, caressed them, it was all he could think of when he saw her.
Just like he couldn’t stop remembering how those tight lines of her features had softened when he’d made her come. How the worry creasing her brow had disappeared and the tension in her muscles had given way to languorous satisfaction when she’d lain well-pleasured next to him.
His fucking sheets still smelled like her, for fuck’s sake.
And this night couldn’t even do him the favor of giving him enough work to do in order not to ponder how good she’d looked biting his pillow while he drove into her from behind—
Rhun chose that moment to appear in his field of vision. He slid onto a stool, leaning on the bar with one elbow. “You look marginally less homicidal,” the bluotezzer with boundary issues said, “so am I right to assume Hazel took pity on your ass and you two hit the sheets?”
Tallak dried a glass and shot him a dark look. “Yep.”
“And yet you still have a little bit of a murderous glint in your eye.” Rhun pointed with his finger, squinting. “Just there. In the left one.” He tilted his head, the smug son of a bitch. “So what gives?”
Tallak put the glass down with more force than necessary. “It didn’t work.”
“I thought you said you scored with her.”
“I did,” Tallak ground out through clenched teeth.
“And this makes you mad because…?” Rhun gestured for him to elaborate.
