Until the Sun Falls from the Sky (The Three #1)(50)

“Yes. And I’m awake,” I continued.

His hands slid around to my back as he murmured, “I see.”

“You see what?”

Instead of answering, he said patiently, “I’ve had my tongue in your mouth.”

“Yes, but –”

“And your blood has filled my mouth.”

“Yes, but –”

“And I’ve had my hand in your pants.”

This was all sounding familiar.

Still.

“Yes, but –”

“And my finger in your –”

“Yes!” I snapped, cutting him off. “But this is different!”

“How?”

“It just is.”

“Explain it to me.”

“I can’t!”

He sighed before stating, “You’re standing mostly na**d in my arms. I can feel your skin, smell your scent, touch your hair. You’re pressed against me and you’re saying the thought of me seeing your br**sts makes you uncomfortable even though I’ve seen them before?”

That made it sound stupid.

I dropped my eyes and looked at his throat.

“That makes it sound stupid,” I said in a small voice.

“Show yourself to me, Leah.”

My eyes snapped back to his. “What?” I breathed.

“Do it,” he ordered and it was definitely an order. I could see it in the hard set of his jaw and the intensity of his eyes.

I really had to make certain lighter fluid was on Edwina’s grocery list.

Doing my best to be Obedient Leah, I pushed against his arms at my waist to take a step back. He didn’t let me go. He kept his arms around me so I was forced to arch my back.

I looked away the minute his eyes dropped down. It was only a second before I was again pressed against him, his hand in my hair, cupping my head and putting pressure there so my cheek was against his chest.

He bent so he was talking into the hair on top of my head when he spoke again softly, “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Actually, it wasn’t.

But I’d never give him that.

So instead, in my most obvious, well-behaved voice, I agreed, “No, darling. It wasn’t.”

I felt his body go solid and his hand in my hair twisted before he noted, “You try me, pet.”

Good, I thought.

His hand tugged back, taking my head with it so I was looking up at him.

“You’re lucky I enjoy it.” His voice was a warning.

Great. He enjoyed it.

Boy, I was lucky.

“Put on a robe, meet me downstairs. We’ll have breakfast in the kitchen,” he commanded before he touched his lips to mine and let me go.

I nearly flew to the bathroom and it took all my effort not to slam the door.

“Is there something particular you want for breakfast?” he called through the closed door as I slid on my robe.

“Whatever you want,” I called back and then stuck my tongue out at the door.

“I saw that, Leah.” I heard him say and he didn’t sound like I was trying him anymore. He sounded amused.

I didn’t care if he sounded amused.

My mind and body froze.

“What?” I called between stiff lips.

The door opened, I jumped and Lucien crossed his arms on his chest and leaned against its frame.

“I saw it,” he repeated.

“But… I thought,” I stammered then breathed, “you can see through doors?”

“No, I can’t see through doors. You were speaking to me.”

“I was gesturing to you.”

He grinned. “Same thing.”

I stayed silent.

This was not good news.

“This new game is fun,” he noted, freaking me way the hell out. “Almost better than the other one.”

I tried innocence. “What game?”

He shook his head, his hand shot out, curled around the back of my neck and he pulled me in so he could kiss the top of my head.

When he let me go he said, “Time for your lesson. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Without another word, he turned and was gone.

I stared at the still open door of the bedroom.

Then I screamed.

But only in my mind.

And since I was screaming because of Lucien, I really hoped he couldn’t hear.

* * * * *

I took my sweet time doing my morning business and sauntered downstairs to the kitchen.

Edwina was at the stove. Lucien was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, Edwina,” I called.

“Hello, dear.” Edwina threw a smile over her shoulder. “Did you have fun last night?”

I wrinkled my nose.

She smiled then shook her head, muttering with distaste, “Feasts.”

She turned back to whatever she was doing and I strolled to the coffeepot.

“You want a refresh?” I asked, reaching for her empty mug.

“Please.”

“I’ll take one too, Leah,” Lucien said, striding into the kitchen and I just barely controlled my glare.

“Of course, darling,” I murmured to the cabinet with the coffee mugs, taking two down.

“Black, three sugars,” Lucien continued.