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He eases toward me, narrowing the gap between us. "I'm sure I can. With a little help from you, of course."
He reaches out and takes my hand, his fingers entwining with mine. He must realize he’s crossed a boundary, because his eyes widen and he snatches his hand away. Though we’re no longer touching, my heart races as his gaze lingers on mine.
"Let's give it a try," he says, his voice low and husky.
I nod, indicating the egg carton. He takes the lead, barely getting flustered when he gets some shell fragments in the egg mixture.
After I teach him how to use a piece of eggshell to remove the floater, he whisks the eggs like a pro.
Perhaps he has an eidetic memory, because he mimics my movements almost exactly. From whisking to adding a small amount of water, to having the perfect amount of butter sizzling for just the right amount of time.
His movements are deft as he removes it from the pan and folds it perfectly as he plates it.
He leans in, his lips inches from mine. "So, what do you think? Have I earned my cooking stripes?"
I want to make a quip that it’s tigers, not lions, who have stripes, but the thought gets derailed as my breath catches in my throat.
His interest in me is sharp. His gaze doesn’t flick from mine for a second. I'm not sure if I should move closer or back away. Deciding to move closer, I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding.
He takes my hand in his, pulls me in, and presses his lips against mine. I'm overwhelmed by the warmth and tenderness of his kiss. He’s so full of barely leashed passion, the gentleness is unexpected. Everything about it is surprising, from the strength of his hands now gripping my shoulders, to the velvet feel of his fur under my fingertips.
He didn’t meet a female until yesterday. How is it that his lips are so soft and unhurried as they move against mine in a lazy rhythm, exploring and tasting. For a moment, I’m lost not just in this kiss, but in our connection.
He breaks away to look into my eyes, his gaze full of ardor and intensity. I melt into his arms.
The warmth of his breath grazes across my skin as his lips brush against my neck. His hands move slowly, exploring my body with a gentle caress that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through my veins. His fingers are so soft against my arms it’s barely a whisper of a touch.
I can smell the subtle scent of him, a mix of exotic spices and musk that only makes me crave him more.
His lips move from my neck to my lips as his tongue darts out, tasting me and igniting a deep desire within me. His kiss is passionate yet tender, as if he’s savoring every moment. I can't help but lean into him, my body responding to his touch as if it were made just for him.
The low rumble of his growl floats to my ears as his lion DNA takes over and his lust for me builds. His hands wander lower, tracing circles over my hips as his mouth explores mine. I can feel the heat radiating off him, his passion burning brighter with each passing second.
My senses are overwhelmed as I become lost in this moment of pure pleasure. I feel more alive and more connected to him than I’ve ever been with anyone else.
His kisses continue, becoming more urgent. Heat sparks between us and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer. Our kiss deepens and we explore each other with a newfound intensity.
The first time his tongue rasps against mine, a swift shock of surprise lances through me, then I seek it out, reveling in the newfound experience.
We lose track of time as we sink into each other's arms, but all too soon the moment passes. My brain comes back online. Surely the cameras in all four corners of the ceiling are tracking this. I still don’t know the rules here, or what things are like for the males when they’re not interacting with us, but I doubt kissing within a day of meeting each other will be allowed.
I stumble back until my bottom hits the cabinet. Wiping my mouth as if that will hide the evidence, I try to joke. "I think you've earned your cooking stripes." My voice is barely a whisper.
He tenses as his gaze flicks to one of the cameras in the ceiling, but he smiles. "I'm glad you think so."
Chapter Twelve
Noble
Things are awkward between Jenna and me, as they have been in the ten days since we kissed in the kitchen. I’ve re-lived it countless times since then, but have tried to keep my interest hidden.
I still can’t believe I kissed Jenna. It was forbidden, I knew that, but my desire was too compelling. If I had thought it through before I dipped my lips to hers, I wouldn’t have done it. Partly because I knew it was prohibited, partly because I wouldn’t have believed she’d allow me to take such liberties.
My fingertips trace my lips, even now ten days later, as my body relives the passion of that moment. It surpassed anything I’ve ever experienced. The feelings, like molten lightning coursing through my body, were so potent .
I understand now why it took the military three years to allow us splicers to mingle with females. What we shared in that kitchen was more powerful than anything I could have imagined. The need to tear off our clothes and mate was hard to control.
The expression on Jenna’s face when we pulled away still plays in my mind at all times of the day and night. By the look of things, she was just as carried away as I was, and just as reluctant to stop.
