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“Hmm . . .,” he rumbled as he leaned forward, his mouth painfully close to mine, but not enough to touch.
I sucked in a breath.
He smirked—he knew what he was doing. And goddess above, was he ever good at it.
“And your shoulders,” I said, my voice throatier, parched.
“Broad enough—” He draped my arms over his shoulders, one at a time. “—to rest your ankles on.”
His words, his voice—it was a sinful combination. The image they stirred, of bare skin and panting, heavy breaths . . .
I nibbled my bottom lip, my arousal building.
“And your arms . . .” I looked up to him expectedly.
His hand gripped the fabric at my hip, bunching it. He pulled me into him in one swift move. “Strong enough to lift you up as I fuck you against the wall.”
I swallowed—damn.
He chuckled softly, those dark eyes watching me, lapping at me.
A knock sounded from the door.
Annoyed, I shifted my gaze from the hottest male I had ever laid eyes upon to the ultimate cockblock, Soren, who poked his blond head through the cracked door.
“You’re back!” he exclaimed loudly as he barged in, butchering the moment between Von and me.
Von looked even less pleased, although he didn’t use his little choking party trick on Soren, to my surprise. Instead, he left me standing there and sat in an unoccupied leather chair. His long legs spread out, dominating the girth of the seat. It was impossible not to notice the evidence of his attraction to me pressing against the seam of his pants. Goddess divine. I reaffirmed my hopes that he had something stuffed in there because from this view, he looked . . . Cataclysmic.
I looked away, fighting the telltale red burning my cheeks. “Yes, I am,” I said, straightening my skirts.
“Were you successful?” he asked, hands slipping into his pockets.
“I get the feeling that if you really wanted to know, you could easily find out,” I replied honestly. I had not felt his presence for a while. Still, as small or as mouselike as he made his shadow seem, he was still there, hiding in the deep crevices.
“I try not to,” he said sheepishly, his gaze dropping to the floor, still beating himself up over it.
I tapped him playfully on the arm as if to say,Don’t worry about it.“Yes, I know where Kaleb is,” I said, hardly able to believe it myself.
Soren grabbed my hands with excitement, beaming a vivid, white smile. And it dawned on me just then that he was a true friend, sharing in my triumph, just as the others would when I told them.
I sensed something scatter across my mind.
“Sorry,” he said, frowning. “I let it slip.”
“It’s okay,” I offered, noting that Von was silent—an unusual state for him. “I would like to talk to everyone together so I can tell them about Kaleb. Can you gather everyone in the sitting room?”
“I’ll let them know. Give me ten minutes,” he replied before he left the room, leaving me alone with the sinful, lascivious male.
I turned slowly.
His powerful body swallowed the chair beneath him. One tattooed arm draped over the curved arm of the chair, the other moved to his muscular thigh. He tapped it twice, silently commanding me to sit in his lap, his metal rings glinting in the light.
Willfully, I complied and seated myself in his lap, my rear supported by his one leg, my legs stretched out over his other. Like this, he still possessed a great deal of height over me.
“Did you hear that?” I asked, draping my arms over his shoulders, my fingers lacing at the back of his neck.
“Hmm?” he purred in that deep, bourbon tone. His hand traced small circles against the small of my back, his fingers like a matchstick, lighting my nerves on fire wherever he touched.
