changed.” He tilted his head to look at me, his gaze roaming my stance. “I smell fear. Are you afraid of me?”
I shook my head, but I knew it was pointless, he could smell my emotions. He already confessed to that fact.
“I brought you some dessert. I thought I owed you at least that much.” He offered the Styrofoam box.
“What is it?” I asked, still not moving from my spot.
“Rum chocolate cheesecake.”
My resolve softened a little. I loved cheesecake—it was my favorite dessert. But I really hoped he guessed and that he truly didn’t know that fact about me. The knowledge would push him into the obsessive, stalker type of man. I didn’t really want to push him there. I wanted to like him. I wanted liking him to be safe and sane. Not dangerous and foolish.
I took the offered box, and relaxed a little, letting the keys dangle loosely from my fingers. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I glanced at my watch. Only an hour had passed since we parted ways at the restaurant. “You finished your business pretty quickly.”
He shrugged. “Couldn’t concentrate. I had other things on my mind.” He lifted one eyebrow.
His look was one of pure hard hot lust. “Did you really come all this way to give me dessert? Seems a little creepy.”
He smiled again. “Yeah, you got me there.” He moved toward me, a slow easy step. “I didn’t really come to give you dessert.”
The sexy smile put me more at ease. I could feel his presence as he took another step forward. Only three feet away and already I felt the heat of his body caressing mine. I shivered but not because I was cold. “Why then?”
“To give you this.”
I froze when he breached the distance between us and cupped my right cheek. With my three-inch heels on, I was eye-level with him. His eyes looked black in the shadows. But I swore, as he gazed at me, they deepened even more.
Only seconds ticked by but they stretched into an eternity before he moved in to brush his lips against mine. Only the barest of touches but it sent a jolt of pleasure zinging through me. All the way down to the tips of my toes. My legs wobbled and if I hadn’t had valued my dignity, I would’ve dropped right there and then in front of him.
As it was, I used all the reserve I had not to moan.
He leaned back, and then stroked his thumb over my trembling lips.
“Is that it?” I hadn’t meant to say it quite like that, but my mind was in a bit of a fog from his brief kiss.
He chuckled. “Hell no, that’s not it.” His head lowered.
This time, the kiss wasn’t soft or brief. It was a long, thorough sweep of his tongue and lips. I did moan this time, as he nipped at my bottom lip, then traced the tip of his tongue over mine.
He tasted how he looked. Wild. Sexy. Dangerous. Delicious. I could’ve kissed him forever and not ever tire of his flavor.
I dropped both my keys and the dessert and fisted my hands into the fabric of his shirt to hang on as he deepened the kiss. Lips brushed. Tongues lashed. Moans exchanged. The sensation was hot and wet and wonderful. I could’ve feasted on his full mouth all night.
But then something happened.
My skin began to glow. Not a light radiance caught in the rays of the cascading pale moonlight. Nothing romantic like that. No, it was a full-on, from-the-inside-out shine.
Thankfully, I kissed with my eyes open. If I hadn’t, I would’ve missed it when my hands, fisted in the fabric of Severin’s shirt, started to radiate a bright white color. I suppose it wasn’t so much white, as an extremely pale blue-gray. Either way, I knew it was a problem. My chest clenched.
Breaking the kiss, I pushed Severin away and hid my hands behind my back. I prayed under my breath that the rest of my body wasn’t glowing.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’m sorry. I feel sick.”
He looked amused. “I’ve never had that reaction before.”
I shook my
I shook my head, but I knew it was pointless, he could smell my emotions. He already confessed to that fact.
“I brought you some dessert. I thought I owed you at least that much.” He offered the Styrofoam box.
“What is it?” I asked, still not moving from my spot.
“Rum chocolate cheesecake.”
My resolve softened a little. I loved cheesecake—it was my favorite dessert. But I really hoped he guessed and that he truly didn’t know that fact about me. The knowledge would push him into the obsessive, stalker type of man. I didn’t really want to push him there. I wanted to like him. I wanted liking him to be safe and sane. Not dangerous and foolish.
I took the offered box, and relaxed a little, letting the keys dangle loosely from my fingers. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I glanced at my watch. Only an hour had passed since we parted ways at the restaurant. “You finished your business pretty quickly.”
He shrugged. “Couldn’t concentrate. I had other things on my mind.” He lifted one eyebrow.
His look was one of pure hard hot lust. “Did you really come all this way to give me dessert? Seems a little creepy.”
He smiled again. “Yeah, you got me there.” He moved toward me, a slow easy step. “I didn’t really come to give you dessert.”
The sexy smile put me more at ease. I could feel his presence as he took another step forward. Only three feet away and already I felt the heat of his body caressing mine. I shivered but not because I was cold. “Why then?”
“To give you this.”
I froze when he breached the distance between us and cupped my right cheek. With my three-inch heels on, I was eye-level with him. His eyes looked black in the shadows. But I swore, as he gazed at me, they deepened even more.
Only seconds ticked by but they stretched into an eternity before he moved in to brush his lips against mine. Only the barest of touches but it sent a jolt of pleasure zinging through me. All the way down to the tips of my toes. My legs wobbled and if I hadn’t had valued my dignity, I would’ve dropped right there and then in front of him.
As it was, I used all the reserve I had not to moan.
He leaned back, and then stroked his thumb over my trembling lips.
“Is that it?” I hadn’t meant to say it quite like that, but my mind was in a bit of a fog from his brief kiss.
He chuckled. “Hell no, that’s not it.” His head lowered.
This time, the kiss wasn’t soft or brief. It was a long, thorough sweep of his tongue and lips. I did moan this time, as he nipped at my bottom lip, then traced the tip of his tongue over mine.
He tasted how he looked. Wild. Sexy. Dangerous. Delicious. I could’ve kissed him forever and not ever tire of his flavor.
I dropped both my keys and the dessert and fisted my hands into the fabric of his shirt to hang on as he deepened the kiss. Lips brushed. Tongues lashed. Moans exchanged. The sensation was hot and wet and wonderful. I could’ve feasted on his full mouth all night.
But then something happened.
My skin began to glow. Not a light radiance caught in the rays of the cascading pale moonlight. Nothing romantic like that. No, it was a full-on, from-the-inside-out shine.
Thankfully, I kissed with my eyes open. If I hadn’t, I would’ve missed it when my hands, fisted in the fabric of Severin’s shirt, started to radiate a bright white color. I suppose it wasn’t so much white, as an extremely pale blue-gray. Either way, I knew it was a problem. My chest clenched.
Breaking the kiss, I pushed Severin away and hid my hands behind my back. I prayed under my breath that the rest of my body wasn’t glowing.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’m sorry. I feel sick.”
He looked amused. “I’ve never had that reaction before.”
I shook my
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