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“I respect that, but just remember at the end of the day, it’s your life, and you have to decide what you want.”
Troy leaned forward, put his mug back down on the tray, tilted her chin to him, and kissed her.
CHAPTER22
Megan was overwhelmed by Troy in the best possible way. He tasted like tea and cinnamon, mixed with a hint of that cologne she would’ve bathed in. He was warm and strong, but didn’t crowd her or push.
She had been kissed before, but all of it paled in comparison to his presence.
As it deepened, she felt him tease her lips with his tongue, and she let him in, to taste him more, finding the movement intoxicating. Megan didn’t want it to end and was panting when he pulled back just enough to look at her through his heavy-lidded eyes. The brown warmth of his gaze was intense and focused on only her.
“What is it you want, Megan?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t you?”
She paused. “Let me show you my room.”
“Your wish is my command, but first, let’s clean up.”
He smiled again, his broad grin crossing his face and crinkling his eyes in the corners. He took her cup and put it on the tray next to his own and stood, taking it to the kitchen.
“You don’t have… Okay, thank you.” Megan twisted her hands in her lap, then stood, trying to figure out what to do next. She settled on plumping the pillows that had been smooshed beneath them.
Troy checked the front door again and walked back into her living room looking sexy as hell, his eyes locked on her. “To the bedchamber? Or do they call it something else in novels?”
“Um. Well, it really depends on what you’re reading.”
“Mhmmm.” His hand was on the small of her back as she walked back toward her bedroom, which was thankfully clean. “What do you like to read?”
She eased onto the bed, and he took his eyes off her for only a moment to look at her room before he shut the door and sat down next to her, on top of the duvet.
Her lamp on the desk against the wall was one of her grandma’s Tiffany styled lamps with the multicolored glass shade. When it was on, it turned her room into a kaleidoscope of color, with reds, golds, and greens. Right now, it was the only light on in the dark room, and it cast a red glow over Troy’s features, which looked dark and even more handsome. His lips turned up at the sides, and one eyebrow arched above his dark brown eyes, which looked almost black in the dim light.
“Well, I started with reading Regency novels. That’s like with dukes and stuff. Old-school England.”
“You mean like with the Duke of Wellington after Waterloo?” He phrased it like a question, but it was clear by his smile he knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Right, I forgot you like history. I like historical romances, or a good western. I’ll read contemporary with romantic suspense, but sometimes those are a little too close to work.”
“So you don’t mind reading something with edge.”
“No violence and all that…” He planted a kiss right below her ear and dragged his teeth along the back of her neck, scrambling her brain.
“That’s not the edge I’m talking about.”
Megan felt a wave of heat wash over her body. If she could turn into one giant blush, she would’ve on the spot. What she really wanted was her bedroom floor to open up and swallow her right into the old bank vault below.
“Well?”
His teeth kept going, and her whole body erupted in shivers that she was sure he could feel as he ran his fingertips over her exposed arm.
Megan tried to think of something clever to say, but finally blurted out, “They’re called b-bodice busters for a reason.”
Troy threw back his head with a bark of laughter.
Relief swamped her that at least maybe he wouldn’t make her talk about every single thing. She might die of embarrassment.
