Page 71 of Kings Fear No One
All that silky brown skin on display. I can practically feel the silk clenched in my grip.
Heat rises from the inside, while on the outside, I cock a brow at her.
“Reading the Bible looking like that?”
She giggles. “Not the Bible. A different book.”
“You read other books than the Bible?”
“Are you trying to frustrate me?”
“Guilty as charged,” I admit, tossing my keys down. I walk over to where she’s situated and snatch the book out of her lap. “Blazing Passions. Word porn? You?”
“Excuse me!” she cries out with a mortified kind of laugh. She reaches up to steal the book back, but I’m too quick for her. “Give it back!”
“I never would’ve guessed you’re into that. So you really ain’t so innocent after all.”
“It’s not pornography!”
“Then why are you all flustered?” I gently tap the book against the top of her head, then stroll off, reading some of the lines out loud. “Massimo’s chest rippled with muscle. He took me in his big, strong arms, making my sex throb. Seriously?”
Teysha’s leaped off the sofa to launch an attack from behind. She grabs onto my arm to pry it away, surprisingly aggressive. I break out in a laugh, shrugging her off. But it’s not so easy when she latches on, tossing one arm over my shoulder and the other around my torso.
The next thing either of us realize, Teysha’s strapped to my back. I’m still walking across the apartment with the book held far out of her reach. More thick laughter rolls out of me as I read another few lines from her book.
“He threw me down on the bed and stripped off my panties,” I say, speaking louder. “I’m going to have you for dinner, belladonna?—”
“Logan!” she screams, desperately swatting at the book.
We’re both laughing as I toss the book aside and then reach behind me. I twist her around ’til she’s sliding into my arms and I’m setting her down on the closest piece of furniture—which happens to be the kitchen stool. The instant I’ve set her down, I’m trapping her where she is, coming in close to almost kiss her.
Our noses touch, both of us acutely aware of our mutual attraction.
“Are these things you want done to you?” I ask, sounding huskier than usual. “You want me to have you for dinner?”
I can feel the heat that’s flushed all over her brown skin. She can barely meet my eye as she nibbles on her bottom lip. She’s so fucking sexy when she gets a little shy like this…
More than ever, it weighs on me how I’m the first man who’s experiencing her like this; I’m the only man whose ever been privileged enough.
My hand ghosts up the side of her bare thigh, and I tug on a crooked grin. “You don’t have to say yes, baby. Your silence told me all I needed to know.”
She flinches in embarrassment, though she lets out another laugh. “I didn’t expect you home so soon.”
“So what you’re saying is, when I’m not here, you walk around in your undies reading word porn?”
“Logan Cutler, if you don’t stop!” She slaps me across the shoulder, then nudges her way to freedom. Hopping off the stool and back onto her feet, she walks into the kitchen. “What do you think about drinking the rest of that bottle of White Oak tonight?”
“I think I’m wondering what happened to the sweet church girl in the sundresses.”
“She’s still in here. But tonight she’s on vacation.”
My pulse beats faster at the borderline fucking naughty smirk she shoots me. Forty-five minutes later, we’re settled in the living room, the bottle of White Oak sitting in the middle on the coffee table.
Teysha’s still got no pants on. I’m still enjoying the view.
I bring my glass of whiskey to my lips, sampling the smoky flavor, my attention on Teysha. She’s telling me about the time she was fifteen and her mother caught her with a naughty romance book under the mattress of her bed.
It’s amusing in more ways than one.
