Page 18 of Ronen
“Look, we are both obviously not at our best today,” I told him, using the calm voice I saved for unruly bar patrons when I needed to break up a fight between people who were no longer thinking clearly. “How about I bring the book in tomorrow and we sort it out then. I’ve been up all night, and I just–” A yawn caught me by surprise mid-sentence. “I just can’t with you today.”
He pursed his lips, “Go then. Tell yourgoatI said hi.”
Yeah, he absolutely didn’t believe my goat explanation.
Turning on the heel of my boot, I waved a hand in the air at him. “I’m going. You have a splendid day, Mr. Sinclair. Always a fucking pleasure dealing with you.”
I was glad I hadn’t bothered grabbing a duck to put on his stupid Jeep this morning. Mr. Grouchy Pants did not deserve any of my ducks today.
“Excuse me! We have kids in here, Sheriff. Watch your language.”
Stomping back over to him, I leaned over the counter, breathing in his…fucking hell, why did he always smell like marshmallows toasted over an open fire? Sweet with a touch of fire.
My dragon sighed happily, and my cock twitched in my jeans. Both of them needed to go back to sleep and mind their business.
“It’s ten in the morning on a Tuesday,” I told him between gritted teeth. “There are no kids in here right now. There is pretty much no one, except a couple of people not paying us any attention.”
Though now we seemed to have their full attention, as they both stopped perusing the stacks and were staring at the scene we were putting on for them, whispering excitedly to each other.
“Watch your mouth regardless,” Ronen hissed between his own gritted teeth, as he leaned close to me. His green eyes were spitting fire, and he clearly was looking for a home for that bad temper of his.
My eyes landed on his lips, those lips of his. Just the perfect amount of fullness, the top one shaped into a bow. His lips were a perfect bow. How had I never noticed that before, and why did I find that so fascinating?
Pink, plump, bow shaped, and oh so kissable.
He hadn’t shaved this morning–actually it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a couple of mornings–his lips, chin, and cheeks covered by the perfect length of dark stubble.
What would that feel like, scraping against my skin? Goosebumps broke out across the skin of my arms just thinking about it.
Delicious!My dragon sighed dreamily, jerking me out of the lust haze I had fallen into staring at Ronen’s lips.Kiss him!
I will not kiss him.
I wanted to kiss him. So, so much.
Which was half the problem, because I had wanted to kiss Ronen since the first day I had met him.
Wanted to kiss him and do a hell of a lot more than just kissing.
Wanted to lean over the counter, erase that last little inch that separated us, and devour his lips beneath mine. Wanted to see if he tasted as good as he smelled. Would he taste like sugar and smoke? Like a toasted marshmallow in my mouth?
Would he be pliant in my arms, or would he fight me, just a tiny bit, before he gave himself over to me?
What would he sound like when he moaned? Breathless and high, or low and throaty?
Better yet, what would he sound like when he came?
Would he be quiet, dignified, or would he shout in my ears, and scream the house down.
Goddess, I hoped he screamed.
Ronen was breathing hard now, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but his eyes had lost some of the heat of anger, replaced by…just heat. His pupils were dark and wide, taking up nearly all the green in his eyes.
“You’re staring again,” he whispered, the sound low and breathy, a combination of how I thought he might sound in the throes of passion and something richer, darker. The noise made my cock twitch and push against the seam of my jeans insistently.
My tongue licked my suddenly dry lips, and I stared at him another few seconds, before pushing away from the counter.
Putting some desperately needed space between the charged air between us, both our pheromones filling the space. “We’ll deal with this tomorrow.”
