Page 32 of Taurus's Quest
“You’re not married like your companions.”
“Never met the right woman.”
“And what is your type of woman?”
“Smart. Brave. Sexy. Enjoys watching the stars. Liking me is a bonus.”
“Well, you almost had me until that last part,” she teased.
“What, you don’t like me?” he exclaimed in mock shock.
“I didn’t at first, but you’re growing on me,” Circe admitted.
“What every man wants to hear. That they’re like a creeping fungus.”
Her laughter once more rang out. “You are entertaining. I will give you that.”
As they chatted their finished plates had been removed without them noticing and replaced with a single dessert with two spoons.
“What’s this?” he asked, eyeing the shredded pastry that contained walnuts, whipped cream, custard, and what might be drizzled honey.
“Ooh, kadaifi,” she squealed. “My favorite. Although I doubt this one will be as good as mama’s.” She dug in and groaned. “Oh, this is yummy.”
Taurus took a spoonful of his own, and had to admit, it was damned tasty. He and Circe kept shoving mouthfuls until only one remained.
She eyed him. “Who gets the last piece?”
“Whoever’s fastest.”
They both lunged, but he scooped it first and she groaned. “Lucky.”
“You want it?” He rose from his seat and came around, kneeling so he didn’t tower before offering the final bite.
“Are you sure?”
“It’s yours, honey.”
She parted her lips, and he stared in fascination as she sucked it from the spoon.
A tiny speck of the cream remained on her lips, and Taurus didn’t have the willpower to stop himself from leaning forward to taste it.
His mouth met hers, and she inhaled sharply but didn’t draw away. He let his tongue peep to lap the missed treat, and she shivered. It led him to boldly sliding along the seam of her lips until they parted.
They kissed. Not a brief peck this time but a languorous exploration of each other’s mouth that ignited his desire and might have led to other things if the tablet didn’t chime.
Circe drew back with wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and a visibly racing pulse.
The corner of his lip curled. “Definitely tastes like honey.”
Chapter 10
Circe’s lips tingled, along with other parts, and had Taurus resumed the kiss, she likely would have dragged him to bed.
But what did the man do instead of making her panties melt?
Grabbed the tablet and said, “Looks like we’ve got another translation.”
She tried to show interest, she really did, but the dry writing that detailed the discovery of the Antikythera mechanism—of which she was more than familiar—couldn’t compete with the replay of the embrace.
