Page 93 of Blue Embers
“Very well,” Killian said. “But the longer you make me wait, the hungrier I get.”
“Trust me,” I breathed, my heart beating at an eager speed. “As soon as we leave here, you can do whatever you want with me.”
Another wave of teasing feelings rippled through my body.
“I know,” Killian spoke, one brow arching slyly. “Come. Let’s get on with the night then, shall we?”
38
Killian
. . .
The night dragged on for hours and all the while I wanted Persephone like I’d never wanted her before. I was fully aware of her the entire evening. I could smell her. Catch her blue dress even when she was across the giant room from me.
When the event had finally ended and people began to disperse, I found her in the crowd and grasped her hand. She was in the middle of saying her goodbyes to an elderly couple who looked to be thanking her for the exhibit. I ran my fingers up her back, encouraging her to finish, and once she’d ended her conversation, I began leading her out of the building. Not through the lobby. That was too slow and congested. I led her the back way through the loading dock where I used to enter on my visits.
Even in heels, Persephone’s long legs were able to keep up with my pace. A trait I found so attractive that I wondered if I’d be able to make it to the beach house before I took her.
“Killian,” Persephone said with a giggle as we stepped out into the parking lot and headed for my car. “Just because I can walk fast doesn’t mean I want to. These shoes are killing me.”
“I wasn’t lying when I said I’d been away too long from you. I’m afraid I’ve been deprived and now I’d like to indulge.”
“Indulge, huh? How romantic.”
We both laughed when we reached the car and I opened the door for Persephone to slip inside. She stood for a moment, narrowing her eyes at me with a teasing grin on her red lips. Lips I wanted to devour with my own. She stepped in, pressing her chest against mine, and raised her chin. She didn’t kiss me, but she played like she was about to. Instead, she bit her lip in a way that made my cock swell.
“You realize you made me suffer all night, right?” she whispered.
“Suffer?” I raised my brows.
“You know you did. You’re playing with this mark you put on me. You’re like a child with a new toy,” she smirked. “Shouldn’t I make you suffer a bit, too?”
“Oh, love.” I grabbed Persephone’s chin gently in my hand. “I was suffering from the moment I walked in the door. I’m suffering now,” I growled softly. “Get in the car.”
She hesitated, tilting her head curiously to one side like she wanted to see what would happen if she stalled. I slowly pushed my hand against her stomach, backing her into the vehicle until she finally gave in and ducked into the passenger seat.
On the drive to the beach house, I hadn’t let go of her hand. I took long breaths of her distinctive, feminine scent. The subtle berries and rain that seemed to follow her, even without the help of soaps or perfumes, made me eager to touch her.
“So?” Persephone said as we turned into my driveway. “Is Malisa back?”
“Not yet,” I answered, pulling into the car port. “I’m letting her enjoy time with her family.”
“That’s nice of you.”
“It’s smart of me,” I winked, stepping out of the car.
As Persephone and I walked inside, the two of us noticed the boxes stacked in the common area. I didn’t bother to turn the lights on, but the moonlight from the cloudless sky provided plenty of illumination through the glass walls of the house.
Persephone stopped in the foyer for a while, staring at the boxes that had been moved from her home to mine since we’d been at the museum. I could feel the realization setting in. I could sense both fear and excitement churning in her mind. Instead of walking further into the house, I halted and made my way back to her, suspecting she might need to be brought back to earth if she dwelled on the situation much longer.
Instead of letting her emotions spiral, Persephone looked up at me with those perfect, aqua eyes and her deep-red lips stretched into a peaceful smile. The blue hues of the night washed her in cool light. The sapphire and silver of her dress was rich in the near darkness, making her almost angelic where she stood in the lunar rays. I reached out, cupping a hand gently on her warm cheek.
“This is your home now,” I said to her. “Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not,” she assured me, her lips still stretched in a beautiful display of contentment. “I could never be afraid of the idea of being with you.”
“Good,” I grinned.
