Spoiler Alert (Spoiler Alert #1)(58)
Okay, then. No more below-the-waist contact, at least for now. Instead, she tipped back her head, laid it against his shoulder, and smiled as they waited for his body to calm. “Really? Because it felt like I was helping.”
“Helping me get arrested, maybe.”
“To echo a wise man: fair point.” Luckily, her current state of swollen arousal wasn’t quite so obvious, but God, she needed to squeeze her thighs together. “Want to hold my purse?”
“What does that have to do with—” He paused. “Oh. Yeah. That’ll probably work.”
Still, neither of them started walking. Instead, he hitched her a bit closer, and they just . . . cuddled for a minute, her head on his shoulder, his strong, broad hands lightly stroking her sides and hips and arms. When he eventually folded her into his embrace, she rested her arms on top of his.
After a moment, he kissed her temple, then laid his cheek there.
It was the gentleness she’d told herself she didn’t want.
Turned out she was a liar, because she wanted it all. His teeth and his tenderness. His pretty face and his laugh lines. The respected thespian and the hammy star of Sharkphoon.
The gold and the pyrite.
Turning her neck, she pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Come home with me. Please.”
He didn’t hesitate, not even for a breath.
“Yes,” he said. “Yes.”
MANMAID
EXT. SHORELINE AT THE BASE OF THE CLIFFS – DAWN
CARMEN has waded chest-deep into the surf, fully clothed, and TRITUS flicks his tail idly to stay upright before her, gazing adoringly into her seafoam-green eyes.
CARMEN
When will you return?
TRITUS
Whenever you need me.
She casts him a shy glance through her lashes.
CARMEN
What if . . . What if what I need from you, you can’t give?
He frowns, confused. Then realization dawns, and so does desire. He swims closer.
TRITUS
Trust me. I may only be half human, but I’m all man.
CARMEN
You mean . . . ?
TRITUS
Let me show you.
But as they touch for the first time, hands entwined, her legs against his tail, her eyes widen, and not in desire. Suddenly, she is struggling to breathe, gasping and staggering away from him.
CARMEN
My—my allergy! To kelp! I’d—
(gasps)
forgotten!
TRITUS
No! My curse! It has finally come to pass!
The tragedy of their love overwhelms him, and he swims away, disappearing beneath the waves.
16
“SO THIS IS WHERE I LIVE.” APRIL WAVED HIM INSIDE. “IT’S an in-law apartment, so I have my own entrance, and it’s relatively private.”
Marcus glanced around. “Looks like a great find, especially in this area.”
An open floor plan, excluding the bedrooms and bathroom. Not overly spacious, but cozy. Well maintained too, with gleaming hardwood floors and stainless appliances and marble-looking countertops. Once she had the chance to settle in, he suspected it would become much more welcoming than his own LA home with its aggressively modern interior design. Served him right for not overseeing the process himself, of course, but he’d been overseas at the time and eager to come back to a finished house.
“Sorry about the boxes.” April shifted from foot to foot. “I haven’t had time to put everything away or get art on the walls.”
The white marble console table in the entryway—she’d chosen stone rather than wood, no surprise there—didn’t wobble when he rested a hand on it, its surface cool and smooth and solid under his fingertips. “I’m impressed by everything you’ve managed to unpack in such a short amount of time.”
She pursed her lips, but her little hum sounded like doubt.
By the time he’d followed her to the apartment, some of her confidence and her unabashed, intoxicating sexual aggression had faded. Right now, her gaze was darting around the room, seemingly cataloging all the space’s flaws. This was as nervous as he’d ever seen her, and that included their first dinner together and their first encounter with paparazzi.
Which was unfortunate, because the change allowed his blood to cool and his head to clear too. Enough that he remembered his resolution to discuss one last sensitive topic with her before they bared themselves to one another.
Not that he’d assumed they would, and she could change her mind now or whenever she wanted. But he’d hoped. Fantasized.
“I know it’s not what you’re probably accustomed to—” she began.
“April.” He shook his head at her, an eyebrow raised in gentle reproof. “My parents are prep school teachers, remember? I grew up in a house not much larger than your apartment.”
Her face brightened slightly at the reminder, but the stiff set of her shoulders didn’t entirely ease. “That’s right. I’d forgotten.”
She was anxious about his judgment. That was obvious enough. What wasn’t: whether all her nervousness really stemmed from her half-settled home.