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I catch myself narrowing my eyes at her, and then immediately kick myself when she drops her eyes from mine and covers her face.
“This is exactly why I chose to stay on the farm,” she mumbles into her bowl.
Shit! Vruk is always warning me my default facial expression is pissed off, and no doubt I’ve been sitting here glaring at this poor female while she’s been nothing but kind to me.
Slowly. Hesitantly. I slide my hand across the table.
“Female…” I say, gently sliding a finger across the smooth skin on the back of her hand and up her equally soft forearm.
“It’s Sasha, remember?”
A sharp stab of jealousy that she’s shared her name with my brother hits me.
Sasha…I roll her name over in my mind. “Forgive me,Sasha,” I whisper. “I—forgot.”
Her lips twitch into a small smile and she waves one of her hands, “It’s okay.”
I continue to tease my finger against her arm. She’s so soft here and it make me wonder how soft she would feel… elsewhere.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” I ask her as my finger continues a slow stroke against the back of her arm. Light brown dots speckle her fair skin, although it’s smooth to the touch.
She is watching my hand with an unreadable expression, and I half expect her to ask me to remove my touch. Instead, she takes a deep breath.
Am I imagining the small hitch? Perhaps she isn’t as unaffected by my touch as she would have me think.
“I don’t think so,” she says, lifting her eyes to mine. Her little pink tongue darts out, wetting her full lower lip and I almost groan. “I’m not sure what to do around here. Is it okay if I just wander a bit? I promise not to touch anything.”
“Of course. You’re free to go anywhere you like,” I tell her.
Sasha’s face brightens when she smiles at me, and I’m lost to her. So lost, in fact, I don’t realize my fingers have stopped petting and have curled around her small arm.
My gaze drops to those pink lips again and when her tongue darts out once more, I can’t hold back the growl rumbling up my throat. I want to taste those lips. To feel their softness against mine. To chase the flutter of her tongue.
With a steady pull on her arm, I draw her across the table at the same time I lean forward.
“Vruk?” Her eyes go round, and she squeaks, high pitched and frightened.
“Don’t call me that,” I growl just before slamming my lips against hers.
Kissing her is everything I imagined. Her mouth is soft and plush, and her taste is sweet.
She stiffens in surprise and I’m just about to pull away, preparing to curse and apologize, until she relaxes against my lips with a throaty hum.
Yes.
Our lips move against one another and, to my surprise, it’s her tongue that seeks mine out first. So small against mine, she flicks the seam of my lips. Asking permission. How adorable.
I slide my fingertips across her jaw and grip her chin, holding her in place as I angle my head and delve my tongue deeper into her hot mouth. Plundering. Taking. Licking and nipping. Biting until she’s making soft little mews.
My thumb strokes across her soft cheek and it’s all I can do not to yank her across the table and into my arms. Instead, I continue exploring her sweet taste. Consuming her. Until she finally pulls back with a gasp.
“Vruk.” she sighs and brings her dainty fingertips to her kiss swollen lips.
I want to correct her, to tell her to call me by my own name, but instead I clench my teeth and stay quiet. Why, I’m not sure. She seems to like Vruk, would she like me as much if she knew I wasn’t him?
“I—” Straight white teeth bite down on her pillowy lower lip. “This is… a lot to process. I don’t usually make a habit of making out with men I’ve only just met. I barely know you.”
“So get to know me.”
