Page 42 of Yearn
No more holding back.
Now that I knew she was turned on by me, I would pursue.
Hunt.
Stalk.
Claim.
“First. . .I came to say. . .thank you.” Her voice caught, the words thinning out as she took a small step back, putting space between us.
But I followed.
One step.
Then another.
Closing what she tried to open.
I licked my lips. “Why are you saying thank you?”
She inched away and her back brushed the edge of my counter. There was nowhere left to retreat, not without making it obvious that she was running.
I tilted my head, watching her chest rise and fall, watching her fight against what was written across her own body. “There’s nothing you need to thank me for, Teyonah. I’ve done nothing.”
She took a steady breath and headed off in the other direction. “Well. . .”
I shifted into the predator, watching her moves and tracking her scent.
As if she was finding something to anchor herself, she gazed over the books. “I’m impressed with what you’ve done down here. It’s. . .nice and peaceful.”
“Good. You should come down here more.”
Her gaze swept the bookshelves again but then returned to my muscular chest, lingering beautifully long. “Maybe I will.”
“Mmm.”
She let out a nervous chuckle. That sound hit me like a skipped heartbeat, an arrhythmia only she could cause.
Silence brushed over us again for a few seconds.
Then she straightened, as if finally recalling her mission and hoping to get herself together.
“So. . .” She tucked a curl behind her ear. “The kids gave me a big surprise today.”
“Ahh. What would be the occasion? Birthday? Promotion?”
She tossed me a skeptical look. “Very funny.”
“I didn’t get that right?”
“It’s Mother’s Day.”
“Oh. I had no idea.”
She grinned. “Anyway. . .J and Oliver wouldn’t tell me how they were able to pay for a private chef and a full cleaning service today. They just kept saying they saved up their money to do it.”
I did my best to keep from laughing. “You must give them quite the allowance.”
