Page 24 of Secret Gifts
“We can discuss this later,” she whispers too low for the full blood to hear.
I just nod as I sip lightly, and then I feel Jase’s arm slinking around my waist. My uncle scowls at him, but he doesn’t throw the fit I was expecting. Jase just smiles behind his glass, and I can’t fight my own stupid grin.
“You can stay with us tonight,” Uncle Grayson chirps, his eyes still studying my full blood’s.
Hmmm… My full blood. That sounds good.
Jase’s smile grows, and he pulls me closer.
“Actually, I think I’ll just stay with Jase... if that’s okay with him,” I murmur less than subtly, my eyes turning to meet his.
“Very,” he says with a salacious grin spreading.
Uncle Grayson takes a step toward him, and Aunt Angelica puts her hand on his chest while stifling a laugh.
“Come on, babe. Let’s get back to the room and call Araya. I’m sure my phone is going to be ringing any minute now.”
He grumbles under his breath at her ushering remark as she pushes him back toward the door. Jase stifles a laugh, and my uncle’s eyes move to mine once more.
“Call me if you need me,” he growls.
I playfully salute as Aunt Angelica drags him out the door, and Jase walks over to lock it shut before returning to me. I sip the whiskey very slowly, and he takes it from my hand while turning on some music.
“What are you doing?” I ask, suspicion lacing my tone.
He grins bigger while putting down our glasses, and he reaches for my hand, which I have no qualms about giving him. I feel his cool body suddenly pressed against mine as we rock back and forth to the music, swaying in rhythm, and my head moves to rest on his chest as his arms tighten around me.
“I got all dressed up to dance with you at that banquet, and you never showed up. Now I’m getting my dance,” he says, his breath cooling the top of my head, and it just makes me get all the closer to him.
A thousand fantasies swirl around my head at once, and the most vivid one is of me taking his blood in my mouth. His breaths grow rasp, and I look up to see his eyes closed as we dance to the soft song.
“Thoughts?” I muse, and he almost jumps.
I laugh lightly and he rolls his eyes while blushing.
“My thoughts or yours?” he asks, his eyes burning into mine.
“Yours please,” I giggle out like a fool. I certainly don't want to share mine.
He smirks before shrugging, and my body just inches all the closer as my arms stretch up higher around his neck. I can feel the draft reaching my lower area as the shirt slides up, and I’m praying his gentlemanly hands stop staying in the safe zone and slide down.
He smirks again, and then those soft lips meet my forehead.
“Hmm… well, I was thinking you need clothes, since all of your stuff was destroyed in the fight and Seminole is too far away.”
I frown, and he instantly looks confused. “What?”
“That’s what you were thinking... just then?” I grumble, and he stifles a grin.
I knew he wasn’t in to me. I just don’t get why he keeps flirting. Hell, maybe this isn’t flirting to him.
His lips form a thin line now as I release my hold from around his neck the second the song ends.
“Did I say something wrong?” he muses as I walk away.
“I just need a shower,” I huff out. "There’s still dried blood in my hair.”
I just need something cold to douse the flames you obviously don’t feel.
