Page 13 of Secret Gifts
I can’t fucking stop thinking about you.
“I’m one to pay attention to the details, Lieutenant Ericson.”
He smiles bigger as he walks toward me, slowly closing the distance between us and making me start walking backwards for fear of losing all my personal space - and my mind. What is he doing to me? I'm acting like an idiot.
“So you’ve been asking about me?” he muses while reaching me, and he towers over me as my back presses against the wall when I run out of room to back up.
He leans in to press his palms against the smooth stone surface behind us, trapping me in his web. I swallow hard while staring into those deliciously pale eyes.
“What makes you think that?” I ask shakily, trying not to acknowledge how dangerously close we are.
“Because my surname wasn’t a detail I disclosed, Ms. Banner.”
Crap. Think straight, girl.
He leans in closer, his soft, kissable lips just millimeters from mine, as his eyes dare me to give in. He was nowhere nearly this forward during our last encounter. Now he's torturing me with his taunting proximity, making me throb in all the places I don't need to.
“Well,” I murmur while coughing to clear my nervous tone. “My brother actually brought you up.”
“Oh?” he says with a disbelieving smirk.
“Don’t give me that look,” I say with a girlish grin spreading involuntarily. “He really did. He was asking me about speaking to you.”
“And? Did your brother happen to see anything pertaining to us?” he says, insinuating he knows about my brother’s gift.
It's not exactly classified information, but it's still odd he knows about it.
“No,” I laugh out. “He said he refused to look.”
His brow arches menacingly as his eyes teem with seduction, and he leans over even closer - which is nearly impossible to do without pressing his lips to mine. The heat of his breath slips between my parted lips, and I inhale his sex and candy, becoming almost drunk with desire.
“So you’re suggesting there might be something in our future a brother doesn’t want to see?”
Oh damn. Why do I keep opening my stupid, stupid mouth?
“Oh, I um… well… I… er,” I stammer, nothing of any real coherency or substance falling out of my unfiltered gob.
His lips turn up more deviously, and then he pulls back while motioning for me to join him as he walks down the hall. Like a lost-in-the-haze fool I am, I follow too willingly.
“You blush a lot, Ms. Banner,” he says softly, his eyes staring ahead while still offering me a teasing burn.
Damn red cheeks.
“I do,” I huff out while fumbling around with my phone.
I’m almost praying Hedin has sent a text or called to summon me for another scolding.
Nothing. Damn it.
“Looking for an escape?” he releases with his eyes still straight ahead as he opens a door for me.
I walk through without any regard for where we’re going, and then I turn back to see him smiling more.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Because you are, Ms. Banner. It’s rather infectious,” he snickers out.
Great. I’ve become absolute mush, and he’s toying with me the way a cat does a mouse before turning it into dinner.
