Casting an eye about to make sure no one was watching, I closed the library doors behind me.
“What is it?” Miranda asked. “Are you okay?” Worry etched lines between her eyes.
“No, I’m not okay.” I closed the distance between us and cupped the back of her neck, pulling her against me and kissing those irresistibly full lips. A mix between a sigh and a groan escaped me. “Do you know how fucking hard it is to keep my distance? To not kiss you, touch you? When you look like this? You are the most dangerously beautiful creature alive, and I can’t fucking stand not touching you a moment longer.”
“We have to get back out there,” Miranda said, even as her hands clawed at my suit and her tongue invaded my mouth with a hot slick lick.
My dick hardened painfully. “Five minutes. Please, fuck, give me five minutes, Miranda. If you don’t, I’ll fucking die.”
The woman was irresistible. Her dress had been made to kill me. All her strength and softness was on display in equal measure and I had to have her, had to claim her.
The need to bite into her flesh and leave marks behind so everyone knew whose she was, possessed me with a vengeance.
But I could control myself. I was a man, not a monster. And I’d show her I could be trusted with her body, her heart, and her soul.
Her lips curved into a smile under mine before I continued to trail kisses down the column of her dark golden brown throat. Miranda’s unique scent and taste filled my senses.
“What if I need longer than five minutes?” she countered, breathlessly.
My lips and tongue traced over the swells of her breasts, pushed up by the carved golden armor molded to her torso. “Oh, you won’t need more than ninety seconds.”
That’s right sweetheart, let me have control for a little while. You can enchant the others, but let me amaze you.
She scoffed. “Well don’t you think you're hot shit?”
I lifted my head, licking my lips. “Do you doubt it?”
That eyebrow arched.
“Challenge accepted,” I said. I picked her up by the backs of her thighs and carried her over to the tufted settee. I sat down, placing her on top. “If I win, I want the date I’ve already won to be at your house for a family dinner and I wantyouto cook.”
Warning, or maybe fear, flashed in her eyes.
“And if you win…” I prompted.
“You owe me Perkatory drinks for a month.”
It was weak, but it would do. I nodded quickly.
I walked over to a counter with a jug of water.
“What are you doing?”
“Making good on my word,” I said, throwing a wink at her. Bringing the jug, I hovered over where she sat. “Do you trust me?”
“No,” she said, eyeing the jug fearfully. “And if you fuck up my hair, I’ll stab you with Bob.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I would never.”
Then I poured it out. Miranda recoiled, anticipating the fall of the water to hit her. It took her a moment to realize the water hovered over her, mid-air. Only when her eyes opened, did I allow a few droplets to hit the tops of her breasts.
She gasped.
I smirked. She had no idea what was coming.
But shewould becoming, in less than ninety seconds.
Water droplets rolled down, disappearing beneath her armor. They sluiced over the tips of her breasts, and through my connection to the water as they circled the dark tips there, I could feel them harden.
