“You should be resting.”
“The only thing I should be doing is this.” And he kissed me, slanting his mouth over mine and taking full advantage of the power he wielded over me.
I wish it had only been a kiss though, but it was so much more than that. I couldn’t define it. All I knew was that he made me want to spend all of my wishes on his lips, keeping them soft and perfect and available to me twenty-four hours a day. I fell into the kiss, allowing my arms to encircle Irving’s waist and my nails to claw his back.
Damn, his lips were soft. Like homemade whipped cream and strawberry drizzle. I whimpered as he deepened the kiss and his tongue slipped between my lips and tangoed with my own. My hands moved from his back to his head, and I tried to give back as good as I was getting. But I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted more of him. All of him. Damn, if he didn’t start taking my clothes off soon, I was going to implode and bathe the room with my desire.
But when he pulled away, I felt relieved, like I had just been saved from making a terrible mistake. How I could feel that way after a kiss like that blew me. I didn’t know where the feeling came from. I wasn’t the type of girl who ran from a man like Irving. A man with a sexy accent and eyes that could sear my soul. A man with a smile that put the world on pause. A man with a body that I could spend days riding like a roller coaster that never stopped. So why did I want to escape him all of a sudden? What the hell was wrong with me?
“Glory, I—”
“Please don’t ever do that again,” I interrupted. I looked up into Irving’s violet eyes and hoped he could hear my plea.
He frowned. “Do what?”
“Kiss me, dumb ass.” I pushed at his chest, but he refused to budge. “ Move. ”
“You did not enjoy my kiss?” I almost laughed at how wounded he looked.
“It’s not that. I just don’t want you to do it again.”
“Because you did enjoy it?”
I glared. “ No. ”
A slow smile stretched across Irving’s lips. “You are the worst liar, Glory St. Pierre.”
“Get the fuck off me, Irving.”
Because I was his master, I guessed, he finally obeyed. Flustered and achy, I scrambled off the bed and put a few feet between us. Irving didn’t move. He just lay there and watched me fumble about like I was some virgin who wasn’t ready for anything that came after first base.
“How are you feeling?” I asked to kill the sexual tension in the room. I picked up his bloody leather pants he’d brought out of the bathroom. I stuffed them in the trash, thinking he wouldn’t want them back. When he didn’t protest, I dumped his duster as well. I’d already trashed my clothes.
“What am I to wear home?”
I turned to him. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I am well, Glory. But you just discarded my attire and I have nothing to wear now.”
I wiggled my fingers in his direction. “I’m sure you can conjure something up, Djinn boy.”
“I cannot.”
My eyes bulged. “What the hell do you mean you cannot ?” I did my best to imitate his accent, but I sounded like an idiot.
He smiled. “You can either wish clothing for me, or I’ll have to remain here, naked and in your bed, until I can summon Nagi to carry a note back to Shrinelyn for clothing to be brought to me. That could take several days.”
I licked my lips and made the coward’s choice. “What kind of clothes should I wish for?”
Irving clucked his tongue twice as he swung his legs to the floor. “Wrong answer, Glory St. Pierre.” He began to rise and before he was at full height, he was covered from head to toe in his usual leather ensemble, goggles and all. Not a drop of blood was in sight.
“You lying little shit,” I said.
Irving laughed as he collected the arrow that had almost claimed his life and slipped it into his pocket. “Lies are for cowards, Glory. I simply made you an offer that I was sure you would not turn down. But it appears I was
“The only thing I should be doing is this.” And he kissed me, slanting his mouth over mine and taking full advantage of the power he wielded over me.
I wish it had only been a kiss though, but it was so much more than that. I couldn’t define it. All I knew was that he made me want to spend all of my wishes on his lips, keeping them soft and perfect and available to me twenty-four hours a day. I fell into the kiss, allowing my arms to encircle Irving’s waist and my nails to claw his back.
Damn, his lips were soft. Like homemade whipped cream and strawberry drizzle. I whimpered as he deepened the kiss and his tongue slipped between my lips and tangoed with my own. My hands moved from his back to his head, and I tried to give back as good as I was getting. But I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted more of him. All of him. Damn, if he didn’t start taking my clothes off soon, I was going to implode and bathe the room with my desire.
But when he pulled away, I felt relieved, like I had just been saved from making a terrible mistake. How I could feel that way after a kiss like that blew me. I didn’t know where the feeling came from. I wasn’t the type of girl who ran from a man like Irving. A man with a sexy accent and eyes that could sear my soul. A man with a smile that put the world on pause. A man with a body that I could spend days riding like a roller coaster that never stopped. So why did I want to escape him all of a sudden? What the hell was wrong with me?
“Glory, I—”
“Please don’t ever do that again,” I interrupted. I looked up into Irving’s violet eyes and hoped he could hear my plea.
He frowned. “Do what?”
“Kiss me, dumb ass.” I pushed at his chest, but he refused to budge. “ Move. ”
“You did not enjoy my kiss?” I almost laughed at how wounded he looked.
“It’s not that. I just don’t want you to do it again.”
“Because you did enjoy it?”
I glared. “ No. ”
A slow smile stretched across Irving’s lips. “You are the worst liar, Glory St. Pierre.”
“Get the fuck off me, Irving.”
Because I was his master, I guessed, he finally obeyed. Flustered and achy, I scrambled off the bed and put a few feet between us. Irving didn’t move. He just lay there and watched me fumble about like I was some virgin who wasn’t ready for anything that came after first base.
“How are you feeling?” I asked to kill the sexual tension in the room. I picked up his bloody leather pants he’d brought out of the bathroom. I stuffed them in the trash, thinking he wouldn’t want them back. When he didn’t protest, I dumped his duster as well. I’d already trashed my clothes.
“What am I to wear home?”
I turned to him. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I am well, Glory. But you just discarded my attire and I have nothing to wear now.”
I wiggled my fingers in his direction. “I’m sure you can conjure something up, Djinn boy.”
“I cannot.”
My eyes bulged. “What the hell do you mean you cannot ?” I did my best to imitate his accent, but I sounded like an idiot.
He smiled. “You can either wish clothing for me, or I’ll have to remain here, naked and in your bed, until I can summon Nagi to carry a note back to Shrinelyn for clothing to be brought to me. That could take several days.”
I licked my lips and made the coward’s choice. “What kind of clothes should I wish for?”
Irving clucked his tongue twice as he swung his legs to the floor. “Wrong answer, Glory St. Pierre.” He began to rise and before he was at full height, he was covered from head to toe in his usual leather ensemble, goggles and all. Not a drop of blood was in sight.
“You lying little shit,” I said.
Irving laughed as he collected the arrow that had almost claimed his life and slipped it into his pocket. “Lies are for cowards, Glory. I simply made you an offer that I was sure you would not turn down. But it appears I was
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