Page 26 of Just One More Moment

Silence followed her words and she wanted to cringe.

“There’s something you need to know about me. If I have something to tell you, I will because I trust you to handle it.ThenI’ll order you pancakes and waffles.”

He winked and the knots that had formed in her stomach suddenly eased. His belief in her ability to cope gave her a boost of adrenaline along with the certainty that now was the time to break the news about her weekly plans.

“Remy?” she asked, as she cut up the pancake. “I have plans tonight I can’t cancel.”

His gaze lifted from his plate and those gorgeous golden eyes met hers. “What plans?”

She swallowed hard. The enjoyment she got from the weekly poetry and short story readings at a nearby coffee shop weren’t something she expected him to understand.

“Do you remember when I told you about how I enjoyed Edgar Allan Poe?”

He nodded, the furrow between his brows telling her he had no idea where this explanation was going.

“Well, when I was in college I started writing my own poems and short stories. At first I emulated Poe because my life was so dark at the time. Then, once I moved into my apartment here and things with Lance calmed down, I was able to just write more from the heart. A friend took me with her to a coffee shop that hosted readings every Sunday night and it became a ritual. One I enjoyed.”

He’d listened intently, not once interrupting. “So you want to go to a coffee shop tonight?”

She nodded. “It gets crowded but it’s important to me.”

He lifted a napkin and wiped off his lips. “Raven? Come here.”

She rose and walked over to him, shocked when he patted his lap. “Now sit.”

More confused than ever, she lowered herself onto his lap. Though she couldn’t miss the bulge in his black track pants, she also knew that wasn’t why he’d called her over. It was just a side benefit, she mused, and wriggled her ass until his erection nestled between her thighs, leaning her in a more arousing position.

“Behave,” he chided. “Now look at me.”

She turned her head to face him. Their noses were inches apart and she wanted to taste the maple syrup she smelled on his mouth.

“Why is this the first I’m hearing about this poetry night of yours?”

She blinked. The question might be easy on the surface but the answer forced her to delve deeper. “Because I don’t normally share personal things with anyone,” she whispered.

He nodded, his lips curving upward in a pleased smiled. “And why are you telling me now?”

She wrinkled her nose, confused. “Because I need you to go with me tonight in case Lance is prowling around.” Wasn’t that obvious?

“Why else?” he asked, taking her arms and looping them around his neck.

She squirmed at their intimate position which only served to rub his cock against her sex, the wetness between her thighs growing the longer she sat on his lap.

“Raven?” he asked.

“Hmm?” She’d lost all train of thought.

“Why else did you tell me about tonight?”

She stared, lost in the beauty of his handsome features. Could a man be beautiful? She hadn’t thought so until she met Remy. “Because I wanted to share a part of my life with you.”

The admission shocked her not only because she’d never have told him if he hadn’t had her feeling so pliant and safe in his arms. But also because she hadn’t realized that truth herself.

“Exactly.” That short acknowledgment told her how pleased he was with her answer.

“What are you, like a horse whisperer pulling answers out of me?” she asked.

He shook his head. “I’m a Raven whisperer and I will take you where you want to go tonight as long as you promise me one thing.”

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