Page 20 of His to Possess

My fingers trail up to her wrist before I release her hand, and I can’t miss how hard her pulse is hammering.

“Just think about it,” I coax. “Because after we live through this, which we will, then we’ll want to go out and celebrate, don’t you think?”

A strange look passes over her face, but she doesn’t answer. Instead, she clears her throat and shifts uneasily.

“Did I say something wrong?” Damn, she’s hard to read.

“Nope. I’m just on edge.” She stands up and moves over to the window, brushing the curtain aside just enough to peer out into the dark night.

Yeah, I messed up. Probably had something to do with rubbing my unruly dick against her pussy before even knowing her name. But, in my defense, I’ve asked for that information. Several times. My mysterious, little butterfly refuses to give it to me, though, for some reason.

Without turning around, she says, “You should go try to get some rest.”

Rest? Is she kidding me? My body is wide awake, buzzing with lust, and burning for her. There’s no way I could fall asleep right now. Especially with the massive hard-on I’m sporting. “I’m toohyped up to sleep,” I tell her, shifting and trying to get more comfortable. Trying to hide the evidence of my desire.

Out of nowhere, a thought crosses my mind. Is she hoping I’ll go to sleep so she can run out on me? If she plans to disappear on me, which isn’t all that hard to believe, I want more to remember. I need another taste of her sweetness.

Standing up, I walk over and she immediately grabs my arm, pulling me aside. “Not in front of the windows,” she says, voice full of concern.

I frown. “You think someone’s out there watching?”

“I hope not, but maybe. Who knows?” She frowns. “You really should get some sleep.”

“What about you?”

“I’ve never been a good sleeper. A few hours a night is all I’ve ever needed.”

I get the feeling she lives her life not only on the edge, but also with one eye always open. As though an enemy could appear at any moment and attack. I’m surprised she doesn’t have massive dark circles under those gorgeous aquamarine-colored eyes.

“I’m really not tired,” I say, reaching for her hands and pulling her closer.

Her brow shoots up and, once again, her attention focuses on my mouth.

“Keep looking at my mouth like that and I’m going to start thinking you want me to kiss you again.”

“I do,” she whispers breathlessly. Zero hesitation.

“Well, then, flit on over here, Butterfly.” I can’t help but grin, and she rewards me with a shy smile.

“One kiss,” she murmurs. “Then you go lay down in the bedroom.”

“One kiss, but then I go sit back down on the couch and help you keep watch,” I amend.

“Fine,” she relents, catching me by surprise when she grabs my t-shirt and yanks me closer. Our mouths collide and my entire world tilts as we share another epic kiss. For a moment, I let her take control. I’m curious to see what she’ll do since she seems a little hesitant sometimes. Her soft tongue sweeps across my lower lip and I stifle a groan, resisting the urge to nip. No hesitancy there.

Christ, this woman is getting under my skin, but in the best possible way. After I let her take charge for a minute, I take it back, arching her back at the waist, deepening the kiss, exploring every crevice and corner until we’re both panting.

Not wanting to push her, I slowly drag her back up to a standing position and our gazes lock. When she wobbles slightly, I steady her and then press a kiss to the tip of her pert, little nose.

She lets out a surprised laugh and I grin. “You’re fucking adorable,la mia farfalla.”

“What’s that mean?” she asks.

“Italian for ‘my little butterfly.’ I guess that’s what I have to call you until you tell me your real name.”

She hesitates. “It’s better that you don’t know.”

“If you say so.” I drop another kiss on her lips then nod to the sofa. “I’ll be over there if you need me. If you decide you need a few more kisses.”

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