Page 51 of The First Spark

But no, it’s her. The siren herself—Oriana Thorne.

My pulse spikes as my gaze moves over her slight form, knowing all too well what lays hidden beneath her trench coat.

Suddenly, it’s a thousand degrees in here and I drag a hand across my brow before shrugging off my jacket.

Maybe I’m allergic to the woman, considering the effect she’s having on me.

Yeah, that’s got to be it.

“Oriana,” Kiki calls out, waving her over, before shooting me a dagger-edged glance. “Be nice.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I retort, a snort of indignation escaping my throat.

What the hell does Kiki think I’ll do? Berate the woman for letting me have my way? Perhaps pounce on her after she signed the new lease?

Although, that second option sounds damn good. Ori claimed to have joined the mile high club. Perhaps I can convince her to sample a few more public places.

Check off some boxes on both our lists.

Jesus Christ, I’m a fucking disaster. I can’t go two minutes without picturing myself buried inside Ori’s heat.

Her warm, tight, wet pussy.

“Hi Kiki.”

Just those two words from Ori’s delectable mouth are all I need to hear. Her smooth voice, like honied velvet, washes over me, reminding me of all the deliciously dirty things she whispered the night before, when she unraveled me with her words and every exquisite curve.

Now, it’s my turn to return the favor.

Ori refocuses her gaze as those big brown eyes lock onto me. “Hello, Ash.”

I lean back against the booth, letting the wood press into my shoulders as I drape my arms along the top, the fabric of my shirt stretching across my well-developed pecs.

Is it an intentional move? Absolutely.

A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth when I spy the turtleneck she’s sporting—pulled all the way up to her jaw. “Nice sweater.”

A flush climbs her cheeks as she averts her gaze. “Good for keeping me warm when it’s positively frigid outside.”

“I know a few other things that might work even better.”

She catches her lower lip between her teeth as that mischievous gleam enters her eyes.

Game on.

“I’m sure you’re an expert in that field.” Ori shifts her weight, her fingers pulling at the neckline of her sweater. Yep, I’m getting to her and I’m loving every damn second.

“Careful, Little One. You don’t want to accidentally show off whatever it is you’re hiding.” Then I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table, my gaze never faltering from her face.

She laughs, and it upends me, just like it did the other night. When she meets my lingering stare, I see the desire flickering in her face. She’s reliving the same memories I am, and it’s having the same heated effect. “I havenoidea what you’re talking about.”

Tilting my head, I motion toward her sweater. “Need me to remind you?”

“Do you two need a minute?” Kiki interjects.

When I swing my head to look at my friend, I catch her amused smile.

Shit. I forgot she was sitting there.

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