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Her celebration was short-lived, as she saw the glint in his eye.
“Tell me what you like.”
“Troy—” she started, but he shook his head.
“Let me just turn off the light.”
“No, that’s not necessary. I…I like seeing you.”
Troy looked at her, and a new expression crossed his face for a moment. He nodded once and pulled back away from the light, but something tugged at her.
“Unless, that is, you’d like it better.”
Troy surprised her by hesitating and looking back at the light.
“It makes it easier to talk about things sometimes.”
That surprised her. In all of her books, lights, fires, and candles seemed to set the mood.
“I have an idea,” she said, jumping up, excited to know what to do and confident in that knowledge.
She reached on her bedside table and pulled out a pack of matches. She always kept small votives in glass jars next to her bed, bath, and in her kitchen to help her relax. Ash had taught her that relaxation trick, and it wasn’t like she was afraid of fire.
Megan struck the match, touched it to the wick, and doused it by pinching her fingertips, feeling nothing. She ducked into the bathroom and ran the match under the water before putting it in the empty metal trash can. She might not have reason to be afraid, but she wasn’t dumb.
“How’s that? Best of both worlds?”
Troy nodded and turned off the jewel-toned lamp, and the room went even darker than before, except for the small golden glow from the white votive.
She could just make out his shape as he stepped forward, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him. He ran his lips along the column of her throat and murmured against her skin, the vibrations of his voice scrambling her mind again like popping the lid off a box only he had the key to.
“You like this?”
“Mhmm.”
“Tell me what to do next.”
Right now, she could barely keep herself upright, and he must have known it for he was supporting her with his arms, and Megan had no doubt he’d catch her if she went boneless right there on the spot.
“No comment?” he asked, laughing to himself, sending waves of hot breath along the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“I don’t know what I like.”
“You shouldn’t lie to me.”
He slid his hand from the small of her back, up her spine, and toward the base of her skull to frame her head and tilt her mouth toward him, which he claimed with greed.
Like before on the couch, he tasted of cinnamon and tea, and her head swam with heat as he found her tongue and tugged on her lower lip with his teeth, just enough to pop a little bubble of pain, which inexplicably heightened her pleasure.
Feeling her sag, Troy eased her back on the bed and lay against her side, propping himself up on his elbows, framing her face with his free hand and cupping her chin with care. His thumb rubbed against her cheekbone as his dark eyes flickered in the light of the candle.
The heat raged inside her, demanding more fuel be added to the fire growing louder and burning hotter within her.
Megan tried to pull him down, but he arched one of those sinful eyebrows again and flashed a coy smile.
“Not until you tell me something you like.”
“I like this.”
