His hands slid up to my ribs. “Have you eaten?”
“Yes, have you?”
“Yes.”
“The food was really good,” I informed him.
“Excellent,” he replied. “Now get in my bed.”
I blinked. “What?”
“If you don’t want me to take you on the balcony, you need, right now, to get that beautiful arse of yours in my bed.”
My belly dipped and my knees went weak.
Uh-oh.
“Tor,” I whispered and his fingers bit into my ribs as his body edged an inch closer.
“Now, Cora,” he ordered low.
“Um…”
“I said now.”
I placed my hands lightly on his biceps and suggested, “I think maybe we should take a few moments to discuss where this is going, um… between you and me and all of the ramifications of that, um… considering, you know, that I might be catapulted back to my world at any time.”
“And, sweets, I think you should decide how much you like those charming garments you’re wearing for, if you don’t move toward my bed in three seconds while discarding them, I’ll be ripping them off you.”
Heat hit my cheeks and between my legs.
Uh-oh!
“Tor,” I whispered, “this is getting complicated. We need to talk.”
“One.”
Oh dear.
“Honey, we might be making a huge –”
“Two.”
I stared up at him and I knew by the determined look on his handsome face that he was, well… determined.
And I had a strong suspicion that when Prince Noctorno was determined to get something, he got it.
And that would include me.
And try as I might, in that instant, after the last four days, I couldn’t find it in me not to give it to him.
Therefore I begged, “Please don’t rip my clothes. I like them a lot.”
“Three,” he replied, I braced but he didn’t rip my clothes off. He dipped a shoulder and then I was up and he was stalking to the bed.
Oh God. Now what did I do?
I had to stall in order to set some ground rules.