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“Okay, okay.” He puts her back on the ground and grins.
Iris’s cheeks have gone pink. Her green eyes are glazed.
I chuckle, understanding the effect my mate is having on her.
Julian is cheeky. He knows what he’s doing to her but he continues teasing her.
Iris is fighting hard to hide her feelings from him but is failing.
“I’m going to make us some lunch,” Iris says, retreating from the room. “I’ll bring it up as soon as I’m done.”
That’s my cue. Getting to my feet, I hide as Iris hurries out of the room.
She leans against a wall, her hand resting over her chest. She closes her eyes and swallows hard. “I’ve got to control myself,” she mutters to herself before walking down the corridor.
I follow her silently as she heads downstairs and into the kitchen.
This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for.
Iris moves toward the fridge and opens it.
I stalk forward silently and grab her around the waist just as she’s leaning in.
“Julian!” she squeals, playfully squatting at my hand. “Put me down.”
I grin and carry her away.
“Julian?” she suddenly says in an uncertain tone. Can she detect my scent?
With a sudden move, she kicks at my knee.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip at the savageness of that blow.Should’ve seen that coming, I think as my knee throbs from the impact. I drop her, readying myself for her next attack.
Whirling around, she pulls a punch but stops before her fist can make contact with my jaw.
“You,” she says blankly.
“Me,” I say, crowding her until she’s backed up against a wall.
Fear swirls in those emerald-green eyes. Her hands come up to rest on my chest as I move in closer.
I like her gentle touch. I also like the way my knee hurts from her attack.
Leaning in, I skim the tip of my nose along her neck.
She has no particular scent. I detect hints of artificial fragrances which come from soap and makeup but she’s lacking a natural perfume.
“You’re a strange little wildcat,” I say, looking into her eyes.
She’s struggling to resist my dominance. “Don’t grab me like that again,” she says in a low but clear voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
A chuckle escapes me. As if she could hurt me if I didn’t want her to.
My gaze falls on a small cut on her cheek. When did she get this? The last I remembered, she was slightly roughed up but had no injury on her.
My gaze glides over her arms. The short sleeves of her dress give me a clear view of the bruises on her pale skin.
A frown twists my lips.
