Page 31 of Blood and Fire


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But she knew it now. Like an eye inside her had opened up, revealing unheard of emotions. Dangers, too. Like she needed new ones.

It didn’t matter. She couldn’t stop kissing him. Her arms were around his neck, strangling him, but he seemed to like it. She could feel his lips smiling as they moved over hers. “So we got rid of one dumb taboo,” he said. “Want to take a run at the other one?”

She giggled, like a silly girl. “Um, ah…you mean—”

“Letting me go down on you. You wouldn’t regret it.”

She hid her red face, her out of control, shaking giggles against his neck, tasting the salt tang of his sweat. “You better let me catch my breath,” she said. “That was intense.”

His body stiffened. “Too rough, you mean.”

“I didn’t say that,” she said. “Stop putting words in my mouth.”

The silence sagged with the weight of all the things that were still too dangerous to say to him, but she had to find a way.

Her imagination just couldn’t quite get past this wall.

She took a deep breath. All she could do was wait for the right moment. God knows, it would be no chore to stick to him like glue.

“So. Ah. What now?” she asked, hesitantly.

His hand cupped her breast, lazily fondling her. The caress made shimmers of light move through her, sparkling inside her very skin. “I have some ideas,” he said. “It depends on you.”

“What depends on me?”

“Here’s my proposal. I take you to my condo. I call in sick to work. We sit together in the Jacuzzi, you on my lap. Madly tongue kissing.”

She giggled, weakly. “Um. Sounds good so far.”

“Then, stark naked and fully erect, I cook you breakfast. An omelette with everything but the kitchen sink, pan fried potatoes, sausages, fresh orange juice, cheddar scones, coffee. We eat, and go into the bedroom. Then I spend the rest of the day making you come.”

“Ah,” she whispered. “Wow.”

“And we take it from there,” he concluded cheerfully.

She was smiling like an idiot. Happiness was bubbling up inside of her, and it scared her. She had no place to put it. It had nowhere to go, no room to grow. No right to exist in her life, as it currently was.

It would turn to pain soon enough. Everything did. But who the fuck cared right now? This might be the last fabulous time she ever had. Might as well go out on a high note.

“Sounds like a plan.” Her voice a breathless squeak.

They dressed quietly, not looking at each other. Shyness had descended upon them again, and it felt odd, after such intense intimacy. He lifted an eyebrow as she stuffed her hair back up under the black wig and perched the cat-eye glasses back onto her nose.

They walked out onto the landing, and he took her hand.

She fought the warmth unfurling in her chest as she trailed him down the shabby, narrow staircase. This was so wrong, so foolish. She had to sharpen up. Her teeth clenched so hard, pain shot up her jaw.

Bruno sensed it, and glanced back at her. “You OK?”

She manufactured a smile for him. “Yeah. Sure.”

He frowned, worried, as he shoved his shoulder against the outside door. He stepped out backwards, opening his mouth to speak.

She saw the SUV, door gaping. The dark figures, leaping at them.

CHAPTER8

Bruno was about to ask where her car was parked when she shoved him sharply to one side, andthunk,a baton thwacked down on her shoulder, instead of his skull. Lily’s leg whipped right up, in a quick front kick. The guy swerved to evade it, snagged her leg. Her shoe flew off. She was yanked off her feet. Went down flailing.

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