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Authors: Laurie London
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Jeez, it felt good. Too good, she thought as she imagined his hands on other parts of her body.
“You’re not put off by someone with a Talent,” she said. “Why is that? Does that mean you have one?”
His hands stilled on her shoulders. She started to crane her neck around to see his expression, but he pointed to a bookshelf in front of her. A book moved. And then another.
She jumped. “Oh my God, you did that? That is so cool!” She twisted around, looking up into his magnetic gray eyes. “Why didn’t you do that earlier when we were cleaning up?”
A corner of his mouth turned up. “I didn’t want to freak you out. Plus, I try not to use it too much. I’m sure you understand.”
Yes. She knew exactly what he meant.
“Speaking of Talents…” Something glinted in his eye. “Say I'm a customer in your shop. I come back here, sit down and—” He held out his hands. “Do you read my palm? My tea leaves?”
“Not exactly.” She shifted and took his hand, flattening out his long, calloused fingers. “Please keep in mind that I’m not that good.”
“Let me be the judge of that.”
“Okay,” she said with a smile. She thought for a moment, then tilted her head and concentrated, feeling the energy sizzling down her arm.
His brows knit together, then he burst into laughter, a deep rumbling sound that had her laughing as well. “Did you just implant the thought that I want a brownie?”
“Yep.”
“I thought so. I can practically smell it.” He let out a low whistle. “Ye could play some mean-ass practical jokes on folks.”
“Well, I can't do anything beyond simple suggestions of things that already appeal to you. Unlike Becca, who can get people to imagine all sorts of things. That's how our parents found out about us, actually.” She paused, thinking back to that horrible time. “We were at a youth retreat up in the San Juans with some high school friends. There was alcohol. Becca and I— Well, it was my stupid idea. We ended up doing some things we shouldn't have, which exposed both of us.”
She let out a controlled breath. What a nightmare it had been. The fights, the yelling. The therapy. As if being a Talent meant you had mental issues.
He slipped his fingers between hers and caressed her knuckles with his thumbs. There he was again. Sensing her stress and doing something to alleviate it. His touch was simple yet extremely intimate, and it sent molten heat straight to her core.
She bit her lip, trying to quell the need rising in her body.
He continued to stroke the delicate skin on the back of her hands. “So the question is, do you have any brownies? For some crazy reason, I’ve got a craving for them.”
She smiled sheepishly. “I’m afraid not.”
“Seriously?” He pulled her onto his lap, and she let out a surprised laugh. With her hands resting on his shoulders, she was sitting eye to eye with him. And straddling his legs.
His broad hands splayed over the curve of her hips, and something devious lit up behind his eyes. It both thrilled and excited her, and she found herself wanting to see just how naughty he could be.
He cocked an eyebrow at her, as if he had read her thoughts. “You have the nerve to implant a brownie craving into my head, but you don’t have any?”
“I might have some chocolate chips.” Lame, yes, but she wanted to come up short, just to get his reaction.
“Are you kidding me?” he asked with mock outrage.
“Why? Are you frustrated now?”
“Very frustrated. And it’s completely your fault.”
She had her hands on his shoulders, breasts not far from his face as she waited in anticipation.
“And now, Kitten, I’m afraid you must pay the price.”
He gripped her hipbones in her most ticklish spot and dug in his thumbs. Shrieking with laughter, she tried to push away from him. She bucked her hips and arched her back, but he was too strong and too determined to keep her right were she was.
Which, if she were being honest with
“You’re not put off by someone with a Talent,” she said. “Why is that? Does that mean you have one?”
His hands stilled on her shoulders. She started to crane her neck around to see his expression, but he pointed to a bookshelf in front of her. A book moved. And then another.
She jumped. “Oh my God, you did that? That is so cool!” She twisted around, looking up into his magnetic gray eyes. “Why didn’t you do that earlier when we were cleaning up?”
A corner of his mouth turned up. “I didn’t want to freak you out. Plus, I try not to use it too much. I’m sure you understand.”
Yes. She knew exactly what he meant.
“Speaking of Talents…” Something glinted in his eye. “Say I'm a customer in your shop. I come back here, sit down and—” He held out his hands. “Do you read my palm? My tea leaves?”
“Not exactly.” She shifted and took his hand, flattening out his long, calloused fingers. “Please keep in mind that I’m not that good.”
“Let me be the judge of that.”
“Okay,” she said with a smile. She thought for a moment, then tilted her head and concentrated, feeling the energy sizzling down her arm.
His brows knit together, then he burst into laughter, a deep rumbling sound that had her laughing as well. “Did you just implant the thought that I want a brownie?”
“Yep.”
“I thought so. I can practically smell it.” He let out a low whistle. “Ye could play some mean-ass practical jokes on folks.”
“Well, I can't do anything beyond simple suggestions of things that already appeal to you. Unlike Becca, who can get people to imagine all sorts of things. That's how our parents found out about us, actually.” She paused, thinking back to that horrible time. “We were at a youth retreat up in the San Juans with some high school friends. There was alcohol. Becca and I— Well, it was my stupid idea. We ended up doing some things we shouldn't have, which exposed both of us.”
She let out a controlled breath. What a nightmare it had been. The fights, the yelling. The therapy. As if being a Talent meant you had mental issues.
He slipped his fingers between hers and caressed her knuckles with his thumbs. There he was again. Sensing her stress and doing something to alleviate it. His touch was simple yet extremely intimate, and it sent molten heat straight to her core.
She bit her lip, trying to quell the need rising in her body.
He continued to stroke the delicate skin on the back of her hands. “So the question is, do you have any brownies? For some crazy reason, I’ve got a craving for them.”
She smiled sheepishly. “I’m afraid not.”
“Seriously?” He pulled her onto his lap, and she let out a surprised laugh. With her hands resting on his shoulders, she was sitting eye to eye with him. And straddling his legs.
His broad hands splayed over the curve of her hips, and something devious lit up behind his eyes. It both thrilled and excited her, and she found herself wanting to see just how naughty he could be.
He cocked an eyebrow at her, as if he had read her thoughts. “You have the nerve to implant a brownie craving into my head, but you don’t have any?”
“I might have some chocolate chips.” Lame, yes, but she wanted to come up short, just to get his reaction.
“Are you kidding me?” he asked with mock outrage.
“Why? Are you frustrated now?”
“Very frustrated. And it’s completely your fault.”
She had her hands on his shoulders, breasts not far from his face as she waited in anticipation.
“And now, Kitten, I’m afraid you must pay the price.”
He gripped her hipbones in her most ticklish spot and dug in his thumbs. Shrieking with laughter, she tried to push away from him. She bucked her hips and arched her back, but he was too strong and too determined to keep her right were she was.
Which, if she were being honest with
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