Until the Sun Falls from the Sky (The Three #1)(35)

She was still talking. “Then the men arrived with the boxes. Lots of boxes. Lots and lots and lots.” She tipped her head to the side and queried, “Are you moving in?”

“Yes,” he replied and she nodded again, apparently perfectly content with this idea.

Her hands went to his shoulders and she started to tug off his suit jacket. He reluctantly let her go to assist her with getting it down his arms. All the while she did this, she was still babbling.

“Then Stephanie came over and, Lucien, you should have seen her outfit. It was the bomb.” Lucien felt his mouth twitch against the effort of smiling, her eyes dropped to it and she announced, “I like it when your mouth does that.”

He blinked at her slowly and asked, “Pardon?”

She threw the suit jacket unceremoniously to the end of the bed and then touched the corner of his mouth with her index finger too briefly and her eyes came to his. They were dancing.

“When you fight a smile. I like it. It’s sexy,” she explained.

Fucking hell, but she was magnificent.

He thought she was magnificent when she fought him and when he felt her fear of him and attraction to him. The challenge was exhilarating.

But she was even more magnificent now. He wouldn’t have believed this was possible but the evidence was sitting in his lap.

He didn’t like to feed when the mortal servicing him was inebriated. Tipsy, perhaps, downright drunk, no. And Leah was beyond inebriated, she was hammered.

She’d brushed her teeth, however, obviously very thoroughly. And her scent was strong enough to overpower the vodka he also caught mingling with her essence. Not to mention she was, as Edwina described her, hilarious, cute and definitely sweet.

Therefore, he decided to break his own rule and feed, regardless of the fact that she was smashed.

His hands went to her robe, pushing it wide over her shoulders and she didn’t hesitate with dropping her arms in an effort to aid him to rid her of it.

She also kept chattering. “Then Stephanie and I had a natter then we had some martinis then your other boxes came and we had a fashion parade. Then Stephanie stayed for dinner, we talked Edwina into having martinis with us and, because you sent a lot of boxes, we had even more of a fashion parade.” She stopped when her arms were loose from the robe and he let it drop to the floor. Both of her hands came back to his shirt and she began fiddling with his buttons but her eyes never left his as she continued happily, “I like Stephanie. She’s funny.”

His arms circled her waist, one hand drifting down over her ass, one drifting up to capture and play with a lock of her soft, thick hair.

“So you had a good time?” he asked softly and she nodded again fervently and he went on. “Did you like the clothes?”

This time her eyes grew wide and her nodding became fanatical.

“Especially this.” Her head tipped down so quickly it nearly collided with his nose and he had to jerk his head back. Then she pointed to the camisole. When she was done, her head snapped back up, her hand went directly back to his shirt, this time slapping flat against his pectoral and she kept speaking. “I love this! It’s perfect for me. And the black dress. The black dress is divine. Everyone thinks so!”

“I’m glad you liked them, pet,” he murmured on a smile.

“Oh, I do. With your and my stuff, the dressing room is going to be almost full,” she declared as if this was a feat akin to climbing Mount Everest. Then her face fell before she informed him, “You forgot shoes.”

His hand twisted, capturing a fistful of hair and he told her, “Those are arriving tomorrow.”

Her body jerked as she threw both arms straight up in the air and shouted, “Yay!”

With such an enchanting opportunity exposed to him, he released her hair and both of his hands curled around her waist and drifted up the silk at her sides. He did this as he chuckled.

He felt a tremor slide through her, her hands settled on his shoulders and she declared, “I like that too.”

His eyes moved from her torso to her face, “You like what?”

“When you chuckle. It’s all rumbly. I especially like it now when I can feel it.”

A wave of desire tore through him so strong if he’d been standing he’d have gone down to a knee. His fingers tightened reflexively against her ribs and he had to concentrate so as not to snap them.

She began fiddling with the buttons of his shirt again and he realized she was releasing them.

“Leah,” he called, attempting focus and finding, just as at her Bloodletting which had been the first time in his very long life, the effort was difficult.

She was biting the side of her lip in concentration, her eyes on her task before she asked, “What?”

“What are you doing?”

Her head came up and she answered, “Taking off your shirt.”

“Why?”

She grinned playfully. “I like your chest. It’s way better than your chuckle.”

After imparting this information on him, she wriggled her bottom in his lap.

As much as he was enjoying her, he was done.

He had her on her back in an instant, his torso covering hers, her legs still wrapped around his waist so his crotch was seated against the heat of her. His mouth at her throat, he slid his tongue along the length of her jugular, preparing her.