Page 48 of Immortal Sun

Cleo looks from them retreating to me walking toward her. I’m ready to figure out what the hell sort of thing Enki did when she starts to laugh.

Perfect, worse than I thought.

She’s actually happy.

Most of them are confused or crying at this point.

She leans back in her chair and then her body goes forward into my arms just as the group leaves. “Wow, they’re hysterical, I mean can you imagine? It’s almost like they believe it!”

“Yeah.” I gulp. “Almost.”

She stands and then slumps against me. “You smell like the sun.”

I blink slowly down at her and whisper, “I am the sun.”

Her eyes flutter open and lock onto mine one more time like she’s going to get burned, I want to warn her not to. I want to tell her it’s too soon, but at the same time I want to.

Wait.

I look back at the table.

All of the bottles have no label.

Son of a bitch!

“Enki!” I roar.

The entire house moves, it rumbles with fury, and I swear I hear his laugh.

Damn.

No mercy with that one.

My entire body goes hot and cold, water rushes down over me, until it’s like I’m soaked into oblivion, drowning in her scent, begging for more.

She wraps a leg around me.

No.

No!

It can’t happen like this. I refuse it. Two kisses in one day? Two intimate moments. She isn’t ready—it’s not time for the eclipse yet.

Cleo reaches up for my head, then kicks her chair forward and climbs onto it.

This won’t end well.

She doesn’t fall, though. Still holding onto me, she stands on the chair. Finally face to face, her eyes look into mine again.

“Will I burn?” she asks.

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.” Her body is too close.

This is too close.

Her lips part. I can taste her want, her fear, her need.

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