He gave her a slow sexy grin, drawing her attention to his mouth and reminding her how it felt on hers. His expression clearly said he knew just why she was so nervous and that he was quite aware of the thoughts racing through her mind. "I think I don't like how I make you nervous. I'd prefer another reaction."
Yep, see? He knew it all. "Y-you think?" His god blessed gorgeous gaze lowered to her lips and of course she felt the need to lick them in that very instant. She swiped at them with her hand next, sure there was food on them.
"Well, I do kind of like it."
Oh. She fanned her cheeks a little and he faced her completely, leaning closer. She was in trouble. Deep. Right up to the nipples straining toward his chest, hoping for some whisper of contact.
"Your temperature rises when I'm near." More sexy smiles. "It's a fascinating response to my powers. My presence should relax you. Yet I seem to have the opposite effect. And I find I quite enjoy it." He angled his head to the side just a little and studied her, his expression serious despite the smile continuing to curve that mouth.
A lock of soft-looking, nearly white hair fell across his sun-kissed forehead tempting her to brush it back with her fingers. She even had a ready excuse. The strands lay right next to that silvery white gaze framed with thick black eyelashes, only millimeters from getting into his eyes. She almost gave in to the impulse to raise her hand, but the act felt motherly. She felt far from maternal toward him. "So you…like making me nervous?"
He scanned her face slowly. "Very much."
The husky note in his voice reached right in and turned her thermostat up to volcanic. It also ruined any plans she might have harbored of showing him how very odd it was to take such delight in another person's discomfiture.
He moved even closer, close enough so that all she could see was his full, perfect mouth. Her lips ached and her lungs refused to draw in enough air. She attempted a deep breath and gave in to the impulse to lick her lips, realizing too late that he might interpret the automatic gesture as an invitation. To kiss. God help her.
He stopped a few inches before touch down and Kassie gasped a little from an intoxicating mixture of anticipation and fear he wouldn't go on.
He paused and slowly closed his eyes. A low feral sound vibrated from his throat or body, reminding her of a wild animal staking a claim. The contrast to his beauty startled her. "You do strange things to me, woman."
The half-growled words fanned his breath against her face and the clean winter scent made her wish she had a mint for her own.
He gazed into her eyes as if probing her reaction and estimating the potency of his effect on her. "Did you like kissing me?"
"No." The half whisper, gasp came without thought. As if she were capable of not liking his kiss.
He pulled back a little like the reply startled him, but not far enough to give her thinking room. "Why do you lie?" A smile tugged at the corner of his delectable mouth.
Lie? A tiny laugh gushed out of her. How could she have answered so very wrongly? "I think it was a joke," she whispered.
His exotic eyes sparkled with a hundred shards of silvery hues. He lowered them to her lips, presenting a perfect fan of jet black lashes before they slowly rose back up. He pinned her with his intense gaze. "Do you want to kiss me again?" A heartbeat later, he swept the tip of his tongue over his full lower lip and sent rockets of excitement exploding in her stomach. "Your heart rate answers for you." He leaned in again.
It seemed like a good idea to keep her eyes open. A tiny grip on reality. She'd need it.
He brushed his lips against hers, silky soft. "I like the way you taste."
She couldn't hold back her whimper and he paused, his body making that strange animal noise again. "That sound you make…" He licked along the seam of her lips and she gasped, grabbing the counter ledge behind her. "I really like it."
He slid a hand up along her neck and into her hair until those large fingers cradled her head. He nibbled oh so gently at her lips, stealing Kassie's lousy control as well as more whimpers from that buried hunger she'd never known existed inside her. Heat embraced her every cell until she trembled with need and want and longing. To be taken by a real man who…who really liked her…who really wanted her.
Her heart slammed into her ribs as warmth danced across her neurons. She lost the battle with the logical part of her mind, the part that insisted the entire thing had to be a fantasy. Her fingers laced into his soft hair, pulling urgently, desperate for more, for all of him and all of whatever was going to happen between them.
Lyght gasped right in her mouth, taking her hungry submission eagerly. His other hand gripped the front of her neck, fingertips applying sensual pressure. She might have been scared of the vulnerability but she hungered for his touch too much to care. He seemed using his touch to feel the sounds she made. And she surely was making them.