Page 47 of The Chase
He opened his arms to me. “Zara, come here, please.”
I took a careful step toward him and peered up at his beautiful face.
He took my hands in his, and his thumb brushed back and forward over my hands, soothing me.
I glared defiantly and tried to drag my hands from his. “I need to think about it.”
“There’s nothing to think about.” He cupped my face in his hands again. “Thank you for all you did.”
That ill-timed rush of arousal flooded through me again, my core tightening with tension, and my face flushed when he brushed his groin against mine. His lips now close to mine again, my wriggling against his body was futile. I yearned for his kiss, yearned for more of him.
“If there’s written evidence of what we did it will affect my reputation. You agreed to your discretion. I need you to keep that promise.”
“What happens when Adley asks for details?”
“He’ll respect my wishes. I just need you to.”
My eyelids flickered in response to these rousing feelings.
He leaned closer and trailed kisses along my neck. “I’m glad we’re talking about it. So there’s no confusion.”
I’d been starved for this kind of affection, this pure passion. I’d not allowed myself to get this close to a man after the pain Zach caused me, for fear of getting hurt, couldn’t bear to go through that heart-wrenching agony ever again.
All I had to do was learn to trust...
His gentle kisses trailed along my shoulder, sending me hurtling into the center of arousal, my nipples beading, my gaze on his lips as my sigh gave away my weakness. “Tobias,” I said the rest with my eyes—please...take me.
He stepped back and pivoted gracefully to stare down the hallway. “This is a nice place. Did you decorate it?”
“Yes.”
“You have great taste.”
“You can come in if you like. I mean in the sitting room.”
“Great location.”
“Are you going to stay?”
“I’m afraid I can’t.”
“Would you like some tea before you go?”
“No, thank you.”
His irises were speckled with amber. I saw that now because I was brave enough to hold his gaze for more than a few seconds. That soft white hue of light framed him from behind, providing an almost angelic aura.
“Will I see you again?” I said.
A familiar confusion marred his face.
Trailing my fingertips over my mouth, caressing that tingle from where he’d scorched my lips, the shadow of his kiss lingering.
He hesitated for a second and then said softly, “There’s no room in my life for love, Zara. Don’t look to me for that.”
I swallowed past the dryness in my mouth.
“I’m not the one for you,” he said.
