AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I wrinkled it. “There’s no look.
“There is. And I’m not leaving without an explanation.” He dragged his finger over my bottom lip. “You taste good, by the way.”
“You haven’t even really tasted me.” The words came out before I could stop them.
Damn me for getting more comfortable with him in the weeks we’d been living together.
“Is that an invitation?”
“No.” I huffed, stepping away from him.
He stepped toward me.
I stood my ground, and he set a hand on my hip. “Tell me, Miles.”
I scowled. “No. It was a ridiculous thought, and I’m not considering it anymore. Go with your brother.”
“He loves waiting on me. Loves it so much, he’ll wait all afternoon if he has to.”
My scowl deepened.
“Do I need to kiss it out of you?” His gaze dipped to my mouth.
Shit.
No.
If he kissed me, I would kiss him back, and I was supposed to be done with men and romance. I’d been failing on that front recently, but I needed to change that.
“Don’t. I’m feeling…” I trailed off, trying to think of an easier, less-significant way to say it.
My mind scrambled, but I couldn’t come up with a damn thing.
“You’re feeling…”
I huffed. “Possessive.”
His eyes gleamed wickedly. “How possessive?”
“I don’t know. What are the parameters?”
“A scale of one to ten, with one beingI could watch you fuck someone else without feeling anything, and ten being,I will rip the eyes, hearts, and throats out of anyone who looks at you.”
I considered it, but didn’t want to answer first. “How possessive areyou?”
“A solid eight. Eight seems like the highest you could go without it turning toxic.”
“Damn. What would five be?”
Zander didn’t even bat an eye at my weird, ridiculous question. “I don’t like the idea of any part of your body in contact with any part of anyone else’s but mine.”
My answer was glum. “Probably a six, then.”
The gleam in his eyes brightened. “You don’t want me feeding at the nightclub.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you to,” I began, but trailed off. “Fine, I don’t want you feeding on anyone but me. But I also don’t know if I want to feed you myself. So maybe I’m a five and a half.”
“That’s fair, if not quite helpful.”
