Page 54 of Nest Of Lies

Everything he says sounds right, but there is something under the surface that is telling me it’s not quite the truth. I decide I don’t believe him at all, and when I turn so I can see his face, I can’t tell if his expression is sincere. But my instincts arewhispering.

I lift my chin. “Don’t lie to me.”

Mills’ eyes widen slightly, and he coughs. “Fine. You have something changing inside you, but it’s perfectly normal, and you’re going to be fine.”

I narrow my eyes. “What’s your definition of fine?”

He advances on me, and I pull up my leggings quickly, needing a barrier. That rush of heat returns, burning inside, heating me from the inside out.

“You’re going to be perfect, Lia,” Mills murmurs and grips my hips. He drags me close to him and presses his lips to my temple. The ghostly kiss isn’t enough. I moan and press even closer.

“Go brush your teeth, clean up. I want to feed you, and then…”

“And then?”

Mills steps back and winks. “We can play it by ear.”

There is nothing sexual in the words, and yet, I find myself completely transfixed, my overheated brain flashing images of our bodies twisted together.

“Lia?”

“Uh-huh?”

“Go, do what you need to do. We have plenty of time.”

I want to pout and stomp my foot and tell him no; we don’t. Give it to me now, but I’m not even really sure what it is. Ryn and I sat and watched porn, and I’ve read articles, but there’s a whole lot that I know in theory and have no practical experience with.

I back away. My nerves overcoming that strange heat beneath the skin.

Mills is a spectacularcook, and the breakfast he makes me is so delicious that I eat more than I have in a long time, until I’m finally sated and full. I could go and have another nap now.

He cleans the dishes, putting the freshly baked muffins in a container and the leftover bacon in the fridge.

Finally, it’s just us, and my nerves twang. He steps towards me, and I step back. How does he make his eyes look that intense?

“Lia,” he teases, a smile playing on his lips. “Where are you going?”

The heat is like a wave, and I put my hand out and catch the door frame. Everything in me wants him to touch me, but the anticipation has built, and my nerves are shot.

He’s watching me with an intensity that is making my stomach tighten. I glance behind me and then edgebackwards.

“Lia, don’t run.”

I gulp at the sleepy, seductive tone. He could catch me. He could touch me, do things to me.

How exciting!

I spin and race through the house, aiming for my favourite place. He hunts me. I can hear him following me, just a few steps behind.

I let out a shriek when his hand grazes my back. I put on a boost of speed and get into my secret room. Without looking back, I go straight to the window seat and stand there defiantly, my back to the window.

Mills comes in, his eyes flickering around the room. He inhales deeply and sighs.

“This is your space.”

I shudder at the deep, throbbing hunger in his voice.

“Take your leggings off, Lia. I want to make you feel good.”

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