Vain (The Seven Deadly, #1)(53)

“He will bury her,” she offered.

“He will not,” Karina said, giggling. She was in the kitchen, stirring something in a metal pot. I could hear the gentle rhythm of the spoon scrape the bottom back and forth.

“He will. He is too big. He is going to kill her.”

“Mandisa,” Karina playfully admonished.

“We get him off her.”

“Mandisa, come over here and sit on this chair,” Karina ordered.

“I can’t leave. I have to watch he does not cut off her air.”

“I have crayons,” Karina tempted.

I heard hesitant little feet walk to the table. She began coloring and I could hear each individual stroke against the wood tabletop.

“They are married?” Mandisa asked after a few minutes. I was forced to bite my lip to keep from bursting out in laughter.

“No,” Karina answered.

“But his hand is on her back.”

“I’m sure it was an accident, Mandisa. He wasn’t trying to be disrespectful to her. They were probably very, very tired from caring for you and your brothers and sisters last night.”

“It is okay this time then,” Mandisa concluded.

“Yes, because it was an accident,” Karina said, though a bit too loudly.

My shoulders shook with silent giggles until Ian’s fingers bit down slightly on the skin of my shoulder, sending tingles down my arms and sobering me quickly from the flush the touch his hand gave me. His face was buried in my left side and I felt the slightest brushed kiss against my shirt there. It was warm and sweet and sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I stifled a shudder and awaited his next move. His thumb stroked small circles against the shoulder bone there, so softly the movement didn’t even register with my eagle-eyed babysitter. It sent me into an internal frenzy. I wanted so badly for him to tuck me into his side tightly and kiss my neck until I fell to pieces.

I sighed softly, inaudibly, and felt Ian grin into my shoulder. He was so unbelievably sexy and I didn’t think he was even trying. I stilled my body in preparation for whatever he had planned and I thought I was ready for anything. Anything except what he did next.

I felt his warm breath, concentrated on it, reveled in it even, right before he softly bit through my shirt and caught a bit of skin gently. My breath caught in my throat and I swallowed hard. He caught the movement and I felt his chest inhale quickly against my back.

“Don’t move,” he whispered so softly I barely heard him.

My body felt cemented in place next to his, as if his mere suggestion dictated law and I was powerless but to obey. It sent a thrilling buzz permeating throughout my abdomen and chest, tingling right through to my toes.

“Feel this,” he told me before letting his fingertips flow like water over the curves of my hand laying flat on the sofa, out of sight.

I closed my eyes and let the drugging, lazy sensations of his touch drag through my limb, sedating it to the point of numbness. It was such a heady, provocative feeling. I felt my cheeks blush bright pink. My body flushed with warmth every single time the tip of his finger found the curve of my thumb and again when he reached the pad of my ring finger. He chased that warmth so slowly, seemingly stretching time, and traced it like he didn’t have a care in the world...except for me.

My chest swelled with something I couldn’t quite peg but I let it saturate my soul and heart anyway because it was the best feeling I’d ever felt and I would have paid any amount of money for it to continue.

We were suddenly startled when we heard the cough of one of the kids in Karina’s bedroom and we both bolted upright, ready to aid them.

Karina looked on us softly and smiled. “I’ve got it. Lay back down,” she said kindly.

When she left the room, Mandisa followed. Ian sat in front of me but moved to face me and I looked on him differently than I had the night before. My hand moved to his face and my fingers sketched his solid chin around to his high cheekbone and up to his temple. I dragged my thumb down the bridge of his nose and over the tops of his lips. His bottom lip caught a bit and it briefly exposed his perfect teeth. I pressed both hands to his cheeks and stared into his eyes when he lifted his own arms and dragged his fingers through the hair at my temple, fisting it into the length at the sides of my head. He held them there, staring back.

We heard Karina move toward the door and I could tell we were both loath to stop touching one another. Skin to skin felt so right, so, so, right. Our hands gently fell away and the pull to put them back was overwhelming. We both stood for a moment, intensely staring, then Ian walked past me without a word toward Karina’s room, greeting her at her bedroom door.

“Good morning, Din,” she told him.

He kissed her cheek. “Good morning, Karina.” He walked past her into her bedroom, probably to check on whoever was coughing and Karina approached me.

“Good morning, my love,” she said, embracing me tightly.

“Good morning.”

“I know about Din’s jeep,” she spoke into my hair.

My stomach fell to the floor. “Oh, uh, about that...”

“It’s okay,” she said, brushing my hair back. “I’m grateful you decided to wait to tell me. I don’t think I could have handled it all at once.” She smiled sweetly and I kissed her cheek.

“How are the children?” I asked.