I remembered my plan and Obedient Leah kicked in instantly.
The game was afoot.
“Yes,” I answered, clutching the covers to my chest.
He stopped at my side and in a flash he’d plucked me out of the bed, sat on the edge and had me settled in his lap.
Seeing as I still wasn’t used to his incomprehensible speed, not to mention I was mostly naked, this freaked me out.
Luckily, his arms were around me and he was pressing my torso to his chest, hiding my nudity.
“Did you sleep well, pet?” he asked softly in my ear.
I nodded.
His lips went to my neck where he muttered, “Good.”
Then they slid around to my throat.
His mouth felt nice, too nice. So nice, I couldn’t control my tremble.
“I like that,” he muttered against my throat.
“What?”
His lips came to mine, his eyes open and watching me as he answered, “When you tremble in my arms.”
What did you say to that?
I didn’t know so I just mumbled, “Oh.”
I felt his mouth smile against mine.
With him in his gentle mood I was losing my will to play games. My will preferred to throw itself bodily at him and rip his fantastic looking jeans and tee off his equally fantastic looking body and have my way with him.
In an effort at control, I asked, “Did you sleep well?”
His head moved back a couple of inches and one hand came up, fingers sifting through my hair at my temple and back, pulling it away from my face while his eyes watched.
When his fingers had glided the length of my hair down my back, his arm curled around me again and he said, “My first good night’s sleep in the last week.”
This admission surprised me. I couldn’t imagine anything causing the Mighty Lucien to lose sleep.
It surprised me so much my head tilted to the side and I enquired with genuine curiosity, “Why haven’t you been sleeping well?”
His arms grew tighter before he answered, “At first it was anticipation for your Bloodletting. After your initiation, it was concern because the wound wasn’t healing swiftly. Then, my pet, I found it difficult sleeping beside you.”
My heart lurched even though my brain reminded it that it should be rejoicing. Another collision of sensations that wasn’t exactly pleasurable.
“You have difficulty sleeping with me?” My question was a whisper.
His hand slid up my na**d back to capture a lock of hair and I felt him start twisting. This felt nice too.
It always did when he did that.
“It’s your scent, Leah. It’s intoxicating.” His mouth came to mine and brushed my lips before he pulled back again, a grin tugging the corners of his mouth as he continued, “Especially when you’re aroused. Your natural scent mixed with the scent of your sex is overpowering.” My body went stiff and his arms gave me a squeeze before he finished, losing the fight with his smile, “In a good way.”
I examined his arrogant, self-satisfied smile while briefly considering karate chopping him on the shoulder.