Page 91 of Lucifer's Mirror
“Okay, so let’s pretend I’ve forgotten everything I ever knew,” I say. “Can you teach me how to put you there?” I wave a hand at the ground.
“That’s what I’m here for.”
For the next hour, he tries to teach me how to get him flat on his back. After the first few minutes, I forget my unfortunate attraction because I’m enjoying myself. And I really want to learn this stuff.
But he’s like a solid wall of rock. I can’t shift him.
I’m breathing hard from the exertion. I’ve done my best to distract him; I’ve pointed at things, looked up, looked down. I even considered flashing my boobs at him, but he’d probably not even blink.
“Enough,” I say, resting my hands on my thighs and breathing deeply. I’m sweaty, dirty, and disgruntled. Just once. Please God, just let me get the better of him once, and I can die happy.
What would piss him off enough to distract him? I have an idea. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but I’ve tried everything else. I force my face into what I hope is a seductive smile, then I straighten and look past Khaosti. “Zayne,” I say, making my tone really excited. “How wonderful to see you.”
And Khaosti turns to look over his shoulder.
I forget about being subtle. Leaping forward, I grab his arms, twist my leg around his, and drag him to the ground. I don’t let go and end up sprawled on top of him. He’s as hard as he looks. Then his arms come around me, and I’m rolling, then underneath him, unable to breathe. He’s also as heavy as he looks. All solid muscle. He lifts his body off me and comes up on his elbows.
I grin up at him. “First rule,” I say. “Don’t get distracted.”
There’s a gleam in his golden eyes that I’m not sure I like. “Congratulations,” he murmurs. “That was a… surprise.”
“Rule number two—or is it three?—never underestimate your opponent.”
“Oh, I don’t underestimate you.”
I’m very aware of the closeness of his big body. I wriggle a little, and his nostrils flare like a wolf scenting dinner. My heart rate quadruples. “Are you going to get up?”
“Not just yet. I’m tired from all that exercise. I might just rest here a little while.” He stays up on his elbows, but his hips sink so he’s resting against mine—like he’s pleased to be there. Warmth seeps through my body, and I go completely still.
He stares down for an age, his eyes undecided as though he’s waging some internal battle. “Have you kissed anyone at all since the other night?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but no.”
“Good. Then this is not about you kissing anyone else. This is about you kissing me. Is that not what you asked for?”
I give a small nod.
Then he lowers his head, and he kisses me.
It’s slow, soft, intense, and it changes my world forever.
He raises his head. “You look like you’ve never been kissed.”
“I haven’t been kissed… much.” I frown. “Well, only Thanouq, then you, and Zayne the other night, but that doesn’t count.”
“I’m sure Zayne would be devastated to hear that.”
I ignore his sarcasm. “I mean, I might have kissed someone else, but I don’t remember.” I’m totally babbling. He’s looking skeptical. “Hey, my life has been a little weird. No time for kissing. And why did you kiss me anyway? Huge mistake—remember? And you don’t even like me.”
“Who said that? And what has liking got to do with it?” He looks down into my eyes, then shifts his hands so he’s cupping my face. “Shall I kiss you again?”
I don’t answer; I’m beyond words. But when he makes no further move, I force myself to nod again. Because right now, if he doesn’t kiss me again, I think I might die.
He lowers his head, licks my lower lip, and then nips it with his sharp teeth. My mouth opens, and his lips are on mine, hot and hard, and as his tongue pushes into my mouth, my body goes up in flames. Working on instinct, I stroke my tongue along his, and sensation floods my body. My skin prickles, and my nipples tighten… and who knew kissing could feel like this? He raises his head briefly, and I gulp in air, and then he’s kissing me again. My hands tangle in his silky hair. And I never want it to stop.
My body shifts restlessly beneath him. I need to get closer. I need more. More of what, I don’t know—well, I do, but I’m avoiding going there. I’m not ready to go there. But I’m also not ready to stop kissing him.
This time it’s Khaos who pulls away from the kiss. He pushes himself to his feet, his movements jerky, and I have to fight the urge to drag him back to me. He stares down for a long moment, his expression shell-shocked.
