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Topher comes to a stop right in front of me, gently cupping my cheek in his hand, the familiar sparks indicating our bond flying between us. They set the tone.
But the softness of his touch does not match the intensity in his gaze, the pure heat that seems to be leaking out of him.
“Everything about you and your pleasure concerns me,” he says with a smirk. He lowers his head forward and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. I sigh into it, loving the familiarity as his lips brush against mine.
I take every offered kiss, and then more. When we pull apart, I’m breathless, and he’s grinning.
“Now, Seb is handling our little... friend, and the other two will be back soon enough. Help me cook?”
“Can you cook?” I raise an eyebrow, my tone showing my humour, as I look him up and down. He claims to have talented hands, but I’ve seen no evidence of that.
He laughs. “You’d doubt me?”
“Considering you’re the only one who I’ve never seen cook in the entire seven weeks I’ve lived here...” I trail off and laugh at the outrage that flashes across his face.
The conversation of me moving out came up a couple of weeks ago, but it was shut down almost immediately. I didn’t try to put up much of an argument if I’m being honest with myself.
I like it here. Despite the break in, and the visits, it still feels safer than my home. There’s a warmth in the walls, a level of safety that I’ve never felt since I lost my parents.
“Hm, I definitely think that this is another area where you’re all talk.” My words are flirty, my grin teasing, but like his, I have no doubt my eyes are filled with the same desire.
His eyes darken, a dangerous, but playful aura emanating from him as he growls out, “You think I’m all talk?”
I bite my lip, my eyes darting over to where Phoebe is asleep in her crib, and I nod my head. At the shock on his face, I laugh and dart away from him, heading through to the kitchen.
It’s nice and clean, the dishes all dry on the drainer from where I washed them earlier on. There’s a hint of lemon and bleach from where I had scrubbed at the tiles, but the entire room gleams and glistens.
As expected, Topher is hot on my heels, and I never really thought my escape through. I dart around the island, grinning at him as he enters the room. Exhilaration fills me at the predatory expression on his face.
The shadows from the lighting fill his face, adding an edge of danger to the situation.
But my brain knows exactly who this man is. We don’t fear him—any of them—not any more.
Their predatory nature is there to protect me, not hurt me.
“What do you plan on doing now, baby?”
My heart flutters, and I glance at the back door, wondering if I’ve got the time to get that open before he can catch up.
“Try it,” he encourages, and whilst the enthusiasm should be a good sign… it’s clearly a trap.
I shake my head, clutching the table. “I think maybe?—”
“No time for maybe’s,” he says before lunging around the table. I shriek, giggling, as I turn to exit the kitchen.
Once more, he’s hot on my heels, not letting me escape. I gasp as he grabs me around the waist and spins around.
“Got you.” He sounds so delighted, and I relax into his hold, giggling loudly.
He presses me into the wall, slowly letting the weight of my body slide down his chest. My chest is heaving as he tucks my hair behind my ears the best he can. My curls are not contained that easily.
His arms are a cage on either side of my head, his chest close enough that I can feel the heat but far enough that I can’t feel our sparks. He’s trapped me in, and by the prideful look on his face, it’s clear he’s happy about it.
His hazel eyes seem darker with the light being blocked by his hulking body, but honestly, it could just be the level of desire he’s feeling. My tummy curls and tightens, the anticipation nearly killing me.
“Now, what other skills of mine are you doubting, princess?” His voice is low, his words practiced.
How on Earth this man is so calm, I will never know.
