A Midsummer Night's Demon(29)
“Hmm." She wondered what else the movies got wrong. Lyn tapped one finger on her chin while she thought of an alternative. “Fine. If I guess it correctly, you have to take me clothes shopping.” She shot him a sideways glance. “There’s nothing sexier than a man who will take a girl shopping. Oh, yeah. And no complaining about it.”
He gave her a lopsided grin. “Shopping, huh? Guess I can live with that. And if you do not guess it, what do I get?” he asked with a roguish look on his face.
“What do you want?”
“I want…” His eyes locked with hers.
“What do you want, Ky?”
“I want you.” He shifted his weight, looking rather uncomfortable.
“Me?”
Ky nodded his head slowly. “I want you to allow me the honor of…drinking from you.”
Well that answers that question, her mind thought wryly. “Will drinking from me turn me into a vampire?”
“No. That only happens in movies and books. It takes much more than drinking from you to convert you. So do we have a deal?” Ky shifted his weight, the movement a supple flow of hard muscles and sinew. “And before you answer, you should know that it can be a very intimate…pleasurable experience. For both of us. It may lead to…other things.”
Goddess help her, his voice sounded like pure velvet heat. Lyn found the play of his muscles under his skin mesmerizing. She watched in amazement as his chest moved with each heavy breath. She likened him to a predator in his prime, his ridged belly, athletic legs, and broad shoulders all spoke to her of dominance and authority. But it was his face that hypnotized her. With perfection, his black hair accented his strong facial bones and blue eyes. His shadowed jaw, made him a study in masculinity. Magnificent.
Silence met his comment while Lyn considered what he said. Was she ready for Ky to drink from her, especially if it led to them becoming lovers? She wanted a life with him. She’d come to realize she loved him. Needed him. To love someone meant you accepted them for who they were, took the good with the bad. If being with Ky included him drinking from her, then she best get used to it, because she would do anything it took to be with her mate.
“Deal.” The surprised look on his face made her laugh. “If I don’t guess your name, I’ll let you drink from me.”
Anticipation made her stomach fluttered like a swarm of a thousand dragonflies after a storm.
Chapter Eleven
“Guess my name.” His command came out like a low purr, daring her to get it wrong. His body tightened with desire. Anticipation of winning this game made his mouth water.
“Kyler?”
“No.”
“Kyrell?”
“No.”
“Kyle?”
“Nope.”
“Kyan?”
“Like the spice? Now you are just being silly.” His voice held a note of soft amusement. “Are you out of guesses?” Please be out of guesses.
“No."
Dammit.
Lyn tipped her head and brought one delicate finger to her lips in contemplation. “Is it Kyman?”
She must have spent the last two months thinking up names. “You’re getting warmer, but no.”
Lyn rolled her upper lip between her teeth, thinking. “Kynan?”
Ky shook his head, hope tightened his chest. “Give up?”
Lightning flashed outside, the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance signaled an approaching storm.
“I give up.”
At last! Ky worked to keep the eagerness from showing on his face.
“My full name is Kyron Pace Robinson.”
“Kyron Pace Robinson,” Lyn repeated, as if testing his name on her lips. “That’s a powerful name.”
“It is a family name.” Ky’s arms dropped to his side. “My father’s name was Pace and my grandfather’s name was Kyron.”
Lyn swallowed, her eyes locked with his. Ky’s body flexed and tensed under her watchful gaze. The intensity of her stare made him clench his fists until the blue veins under his skin stood out in harsh relief. He’d suffered for months wanting her. Needing her. Now she sat in his living room, her eyes roaming his body with desire so blatant it rolled over him in a seductive wave. Her eyes burned with lust, and her arousal perfumed the air.
“Lyn,” he captured her gaze in his, “it’s time to pay up.”