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If anyone had told her thiswas how she’d be spending a Sunday, she would have laughed herselfhoarse.
He grinned at herexpression. “You expected me to just have tea bags, didn’tyou?”
“Something like that,” shemurmured. “So how is this little competition going togo?”
“Easy. We both make twocups the way we like best, then try both.”
Suddenly an entire lifetimewith this man laid itself out in her mind. Eons of…this. Of sillyfun. Of just hanging out and laughing and competing with eachother.
Elodie blinked all those images—so real andvibrant and distracting—away with effort.
They were supposed to bekeeping this light. No mental pictures of forever. Those weredefinitely not a good idea.
“I propose a small twist,”she said. Anything to bring this weekend back to what it wassupposed to be.
Chance waved for her to share.
“We don’t do this at thesame time. The person not making tea gets to distract the onemaking…any way they wish.”
A near feral light entered his eyes, pushingthe laughter out even as his mouth twitched. “Any way I wish?”
“That’s what Isaid.”
“Then you better go firstmaking the tea.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “Why’s that?”
“Because after I suck yourclit until you come all over my face, you won’t be able to standup.”
Despite having orgasmedthree times already today, her body flushed with immediate heatthat pooled at her core. Even so, she laughed, shaking her head.“Competitive at everything, huh?”
“With you?” He beckonedwith a crooked finger. “That’s half the fun.”
He saw their encounters asfun, too? She hadn’t realized. If anything she figured he found herannoying, always pushing and prickly and poking at his abilities.Why did the fact that he found it fun instead make her want tomelt? Just a little.
“Drop your drawers, andcome here,” he said in a voice gone total alpha, rough andcommanding.
And damned if herindependent, jaded heart didn’t give a flying fuck. She evensmiled, putting every watt of siren behind the look, and enjoyinghis dazed blink. “Uh-uh. I’m not making the distracting easy foryou.”
Almost an hour later, theyboth sat on the kitchen floor, backs to the island cabinets,panting, sated, and damned if his tea wasn’t better thanhers.
“You’ll have to tell me howyou do that.” She dropped her head back against thecabinet.
“Well, I like to start bytongue fucking you before I—” He cut off with a grunt when herelbow connected with his ribs, then chuckled, the sound floatingright into her.
“I meant the tea,” shehuffed. Well…fake huffed.
“Ah. I have an even betterconcoction that I break out on Valentine’s Day if you’d like totry…” He trailed off. Maybe because she tensed beside him hardenough that even the most oblivious of humans would have noticed.“I guess you’re busy on that day,” he said.
It was as good an excuse asany. Way better than forgetting for a moment that this would beover in a day or two. She wouldn’t still be here on Valentine’sDay. “The human holidays are always busy for me, but especiallythat one. The worst of the derelicts tend to up their game onValentine’s.”
“As a god of love, thathurts.”
She closed her eyes.“Stalkers, in particular. Those horrible excuses for humans takethings to an entirely new level that day. Besides, even for humanswho are good people, it’s become a farce of a holiday anyway, don’tyou think?” Then winced, because she’d let some of the bitternessthat had built inside her over two centuries leak out. In front ofChance.
He sighed. “I’ll admit, humans, as usual,have taken a lovely idea and turned it into something ridiculous,overblown, or even hurtful.”
She turned her head,expecting him to be teasing her, but found only sincerity staringback at her from blue eyes that reminded her of the ocean whereshe’d been born. “Really?”
