Page 59 of Enchanted Kisses
His other hand came down on that side. Trapped between his arms, I couldn’t say I was upset about it. Truth was, I liked this flirty game of chase we played. How sick was I?
Giving in to my captor, I rested my back against the mirror and smirked. “What do I have to do to get you to move?”
Light flashed in his eyes. “Is that an invitation?”
Heat blasted my cheeks and other parts of me.
He lowered his face to my eye level. “I’m not moving until we clear this up.”
“Clear what up?” I brought a few strands of hair to my mouth and feathered the ends over my lips.
“I love when you do that.”
He did?The hair slipped from my fingers with my shock.
“I’m not here to play games,” he said. “But I will if I have to. I came back for a reason, and I’m not leaving until I get it.”
I held his gaze. “And what is it you came back to get?”
“You. All I want is you.”
“And what about Bianca?” I dared to ask. “Why would you let your ex-fiancée live with you unless you still had a connection to her?” My muscles tightened with my unease toward that fact.
His lips twisted with a surprised grin. “You’re jealous.”
“And you’re obviously pleased about that. Is that why you let her live with you? To get me to admit I’m jealous?” So this was a game to him.
He lowered his head, his arms still caging me in. His golden bangs fell, shielding his eyes and part of his face from my view. “It’s my fault she left. I couldn’t turn her away. Once you leave your realm, you’re branded a traitor. You become a target. If they capture you, you’re tortured until they decide whether to keep you or kill you.”
I sat up and gripped his bicep. “They wouldn’t do that to you, though. Right?”
“I don’t plan to get caught.” He lifted his head, and a wolfish grin curved his lips. “I do, however, plan to get you to ask.” He tucked my hair behind my ear and glided soft fingers down my neck, then lowered them more until they reached the V where my robe closed.
Light-headed, I fell against the mirror. The sensation of tiny kisses trailed over my skin.
His hand moved to my waist and touched the belt of my robe. He studied my face, eyes beaming with satisfaction. “Don’t you want to know what I plan to make you ask?”
Near breathless, I said, “I want to know why your touch feels like tiny kisses.”
“Is that what it feels like to you?” He brought one hand to my sleeve, then gently ran his fingers up my arm.
I shivered, barely able to keep my eyes open. “You’re trying to trick me into kissing you by making me feel this way.” Didn’t he know he didn’t have to trick me? We’d been dancing around this kiss since before he left.
He lowered his head and ran the tip of his nose down my neck.
I nearly jumped out of my skin and fell against the mirror again.
“I don’t play tricks when I want something. I never have needed to. But in the effort of winning you over, I can assure you, I’m not doing anything to you.” He lifted his face to reveal flushed cheeks and wild eyes.
“You’re not?” I frowned. “What else could explain these sensations?”
He touched his forehead to mine. “It’s not something I do intentionally. It’s a gift from the Realm of Death—or rather, a curse. People draw from me what they want, what they crave.”
“Is that why your breath smells like cotton candy?”
He leaned away, his brows drawn tight. “You don’t eat cotton candy.”
“No,” I admitted, aching to have him near me again. “It gives me a sugar high and then a headache. But it’s my favorite treat. I wish I could eat it every day.”
