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“That’s the truth,” she insists, staring at my mouth.
I have a feeling there’s more to it, like maybe she still has me tangled up with Villroy and those associations with her parents, but I’ll have to wait until she’s ready to say it.
I hold her jaw, stroking her soft cheek with my thumb. “I’ll always be part of your past. That’s how time works. Past is the past. Present is…” I nuzzle into her neck, working my way up to her ear, breathing in her sweet scent before I give the lobe a tug with my teeth. “Right here, right now. I want you.”
Her green eyes are dilated. She wants me too. I love that I can read her so easily. “For how long?”
“Until we’re both gasping for air.”
Chapter Six
Adrian
She smiles and gets off my lap, yanking her skirt back in place. “I think it’s better if we don’t get tangled up that way.”
Damn, I lost her. I barely resist grabbing her and hauling her back. “I like getting tangled up that way.”
She smooths her hair. “Well, so do I, but then it’ll be awkward and you’ll leave, and it just sounds messy. Let’s keep things neat between us.”
A beat passes in silence as we eye each other once more, the tension thick in the air.
I stand in front of her, close but not too close. “Aren’t you curious how we’d be together? I mean, I know a lot more about women now than when I was twelve. You liked my first kiss enough to propose to me.” I grin.
She puts her hand over my mouth. “Not another word, you tempting devil. And I proposedbeforethe kiss.”
“Because I was your hero.” I take her hand and kiss her palm and then the sensitive underside of her wrist. She shivers. I release her hand, and she stares straight ahead.
“You play dirty,” she says in a hoarse voice.
“Play with me.”
“Adrian!”
“Sara!”
She takes off her blazer and sets it neatly across her arm. “No.”
“Okay.”
Her brows shoot up over wide eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. I’ll just play by myself. Want to watch?”
She laughs.
This is going to be torture. I want her even more now that I’ve had a taste. I can be patient. Really. I can.
“Put your money in your safe and then I’ll go,” I tell her.
“But then you’ll know where I stash my money.”
“You really think I’m going to steal from you?”
Her cheeks tinge with pink. “Sorry. No. I’m just naturally distrustful of people.”
“I’m not people. I’m your hero.”
She wags her finger at me as she heads to the tiny kitchen. “You keep saying that.”
