Page 66 of Ruthless Scoundrel
Remarkable.
I kiss her palm and tug her wrist over my shoulder until she’s leaning down into my space. “She doesn’t know whether I have a dick. I could be a very masculine female.”
Reina scowls but grins at the same time. It’s an endearing expression of amusement and disbelief, that I’d fake being a woman just to hide that I’m a selkie. Whatever makes her look at me with something other than hatred.
Her other hand comes around and lands on the back of my neck. “You’re ridiculous.”
I shrug, loving the weight of her arms on my shoulders. “Better than being boring.”
Her brow furrows. “Are you callingmeboring?”
“No. Just as states of being go, I’d prefer to be ridiculous than boring.”
She smiles gently. “I prefer that, too.”
“You certainly keep me on my toes. Going to run again when we get to Illya?”
“Hmm.” She sucks on her lower lip and screws up her face in mock concentration. I wish it was my teeth biting into her softpink flesh. “I guess it depends on what you tell me when we get there.”
My heart thuds hard in my throat and I know I’m about to say something stupid, but I can’t stop myself. “I’ll tell you the truth. I hope it doesn’t make you run.”
Her eyes search mine and her face softens. “Why didn’t you tell me the truth to begin with?”
“I needed you to trust me.”
Her eyebrow arches. “And you think I trust you now?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I hardly know you.” She chuckles.
I cup her cheek and lean in. “You know enough.”
She sucks in a shuddering breath. “Why do you make me feel like this?”
“Like what?” I ask, stroking my thumb along her rosy cheek.
“Like I’m out of my mind,” she whispers. Her hand tightens on the back of my neck, and I feel the possession in her hold, like I’mhers. “Like I want to kiss you.”
My pulse jumps. I rest my other hand on her knee and move even closer. “What’s stopping you?”
“My better sense,” she says, her breath whispering across my lips in a ghost of a kiss.
“Fortunate that I don’t have any of that,” I say, pushing myself closer.
The heat between us is intense. I lose track of what’s around us as my mind narrows on her. Just her.
She swallows, her eyes darting down to my lips. “I know.”
“See, you know me plenty. Tell me more about myself.”
“Narcissist,” she hisses playfully. “You think you’re the hottest thing to strut into a room—”
“I am.”
She tsks. “Not when you walk in with me.”
I chuckle. “Who’s full of themselves now?”
