“Do you actually need those?” I ask about his glasses, without which he appears to see and operate quite fine. “Or are they just part of your whole shtick?”
“Used to, but not anymore. Had laser surgery,” he answers. “They’re habitual now. And still help to reduce strain when I’m on long coding stints.”
“So does that mean you really do think I have a ‘prettylittle head’? Seeing as you have perfect vision and all.”
There’s a slight tug at one corner of his mouth. “Was your beauty ever in question?”
“I’m conceited. Words of affirmation are my love language.”
After feeding me another forkful of food, he runs the pad of his thumb across my lower lip and quotes, “‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and temperate...’”
I kick his shin. “Don’t mock me.”
He smiles. And damn,damn,it’s breathtaking. How? How can one man possess so much…perfection? Who was shortchanged? Who was sacrificed at the expense of his carefully crafted creation?
Swollen with lust, I whisper, “I wanna kiss you.”
He merely shovels more food into my mouth.
Meanie.
Even after I’m stuffed, I continue to let him feed me. Just to stay here a little longer with him. But he eventually catches on and bops my nose for being a bad girl, then clears the counter.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
“Can I just stay here?” I swing my legs out. “My feet hurt from standing all day.”
“No. Your car’s in the lot. Too risky.”
I tap my ankles together. “Can you give me a foot rub before I leave, then?”
“Later. I have to go see what’s going on with Core Six.”
“Later?” That perks me up. “You’ll come back for me?”
“I’ll come to you.”
A winning grin splits my face as I bound up from the stool. “Sounds like a plan.”
When we’re in the pantry about to go through the secret passage, I stop short and narrow my eyes up at him. “Are you lying just to get me to leave?”
He’s expressionless. “Do you think I am?”
I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. You’re impossible to read.“Seal it with a kiss, then.”
He bites one corner of his bottom lip as he stares down his nose at me. And I jut up my chin, bracing for whatever mean thing is about to come out of that perfect mouth.
I’m caught off guard when he grips the back of my neck, drags me up against him, and fuses his mouth to mine. My squeal of surprise morphs into a heady moan as he claims my mouth and kisses me senseless. Drives me back against the shelves and pins me, siphoning every bit of breath from my lungs.
At the feel of his erection, my clit throbs, arousal soaking the seat of my panties. Needing friction, I thrust forward, so riled up I can barely stand it.
Thebuzz buzzof a phone splits through the moment, causing him to break the kiss.
“No,” I protest. “Ignore it.”
In control, far less lust-addled than I am, he steps back from me and gets out his phone. One look at the screen and all the desire in his eyes is replaced with blank impassivity.
After showing me the screen to let me see that it’s Torin, he opens the passageway and ushers me through before answering the call.
