But I knew I said it because he was that close and he was that hot. A hot guy that close would make you blurt anything, even if he was a jerk.
He pushed closer and I felt his heat hit more than my hand and let me tell you, his heat was hot.
Wow.
His head dipped so his face was close to mine. “Sweet,” he whispered in his deep voice.
Wow… and… nice.
“You’re very hot,” I told him.
“I can get hotter,” he told me.
Yikes!
“Noctorno –”
“Whatever you do, I want you to do it with your mouth.”
Oh dear.
“And tongue,” he went on.
Oh man.
My fingers fisted in his shirt and I said quickly, “I’m not of this world.”
He blinked and he did it slow.
Then he growled, “Pardon?”
“That’s what we need to talk about.”
He straightened to his full height, his head turned to the side, his jaw got hard then he muttered, “Gods.”
“No, seriously,” I said.
His head turned back to me. “Yes, I see. You’ve used your time thinking how creative you could be.”
This wasn’t starting great.
I persevered mostly because I had no other choice.
“Okay,” I began, moving up to my toes which did take me higher but even though I was relatively tall, he was far taller and I didn’t even get close, “listen to me, all right?”
“I told you, I’m hungry,” he reminded me.
“I’ll hurry but promise to listen, okay?”
He stared at me but said not a word. I took this as a yes.
“Right, okay. I’m not from here. I’m from somewhere else.”
“And where are you from, Cora?” he asked with ill-concealed impatience.
“Uh… earth?” I ventured.
His lips thinned before he told me, “I’m from earth too.”