Page 5 of Chandelier Sin
My thumb brushed her bottom lip. “I’d only let you walk around in a dress. Never like this,” I scolded.
She tipped her chin toward me, her mouth offered, and yet…
I waited for her to kiss me first.
Seductively, her tongue licked the corner of her mouth.
Neither of us moved, even as the heat between us grew intense, our chemistry causing sparks to fly through me, threatening to combust. I felt the heady sensation of time stilling, the world falling away.
She pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. “Dare to kiss me back and you’re a dead man.”
It could have been her perfume that reminded me of sunlight, or her own scent, or maybe it was merely the way she fluttered her eyelids.
I resisted kissing her back. “Want me dead?”
“A complicated question.”
“Then I’m a dead man walking.”
Her lips quirked at my admission.
Gently, she brushed her lips to mine, and then kept our mouths millimeters apart, our hot breaths mingling, the moment crackling with tension, aswe silently reveled in these illicit seconds that belonged to us alone.
The way she swayed, I knew she felt it, too.
“My husband has a lust for annihilation,” she said, her voice breathy. “Still think kissing me is a good idea?”
“And what do you lust over?”
She bit my bottom lip to punish me for asking that, causing a painful sting that sent a rush to my mouth.
“Ask for penance from me,” I demanded gruffly.
“No.”
Holding her shoulders, I nudged her back like she’d been the one following me. She inhaled sharply, and her frown deepened as though she felt insulted.
Boldness looked gorgeous on her.
She knew my name, so she’d probably know that soon this place would be mine. Perhaps that would make it easier to claim her at some point. Even as the reality of that thought served up its impossible consequence, that rare gem on her ring finger proving the possessive nature of the man who’d already claimed her.
I handed her blonde disguise back. “Don’t wear this again in my presence.”
She took it from me. “Can’t promise you that.”
“What can you promise?”
“I won’t tell anyone we spoke. How about that?”
Her words piqued my interest. If talking with her was dangerous maybe she was married to someone in authority at Pendulum.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Don’t be so sure.”
She blinked and seemed to need a few seconds to compose herself.
