Page 62 of Lost Girl

Also a fail.

Tavi’s at the forefront of it all—strong and steady, unwavering.

It’s overwhelming to say the least. I’ve always had desires I enjoyed feeding, but this is unlike anything I’ve ever felt foranyman. Almost like those men were wants and he’s a whole need.

“You’re so supposed to be resting,” Tavi’s voice booms behind me.

I knew he was coming. The water cut off just minutes ago.

“I literally slept all afternoon. I’m fine,” I laugh, sliding the blade through another sliver of the melon. We had it this morning with breakfast and it was so delicious, I had to have more.

“Considering it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours, that’s not gonna fly, little wolf.”

“I’m fine, seriou—” The last bit comes blaring out as a squeal, knife clattering out of my hand onto the chopping board.

One minute I’m standing up right, and the next I’m being deposited on the tiled countertop.

His frame between my legs.

Arms on either side of my body.

“You’ll be fine right here, too.”

“This isn’t a bed,” I breathe, nearly swallowing my tongue.

He’s so close.

And he smells so good.

I’m so intoxicated by it, I can’t even pinpoint exactly what the scent is. All I know is I can’t seem to get it enough of it.

Smirking, he leans in all the more closer, the longer strands of his dark, still-wet hair falling into his face. “But you’re off your feet, which equates to rest.”

“You’re impossible.” Can’t talk. I can’t talk, can’t think.

He’s rushed all of my senses faster than they can process, rendering me speechless.

“Maybe a little bit.” His smirk widens, eyes cutting to the wooden board beside us. “I see you took a liking to the melon.”

I nod.

“Good, right? Did you try the strawberries?”

“I don’t think so. Then again, breakfast is fuzzy. I was so dizzy I don’t remember much except that melon.”

“If you’d had the strawberries, you’d know. They’re the best you’ll ever have.” He leaves me at the edge only long enough to grab the small wooden basket from the refrigerator and rinse some of the berries.

“I’m usually not huge on strawberries, unless they’re covered in chocolate.”

Tavi flicks his gaze on me and chuckles, head swinging side to side. “These are so sweet, chocolate would ruin them.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Mr.Lobo.Chocolate can’t ruin anything.”

His face lights up as he shuts off the tap. “You remembered that?”

“What?”

“Lobo,” he explains, carving a small smile on my lips.

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