However, this would probably be as effective as a gnat landing on him.
Instead, I asked solicitously, “Would you prefer if I bathed before going to bed, darling?”
I saw his eyes flash, I wasn’t certain if it was anger or amusement, before his head bent to the side and his mouth was again at my neck.
“Only if I’m bathing with you,” he answered.
Damn. That was a good comeback.
“Whatever you want,” I replied dutifully.
“Mm,” he murmured effectively, so effectively the timbre slid across my skin, making me shiver. “I like that idea. Maybe I’ll only allow you to bathe when you’re with me.”
Oh my God.
Now what had I done?
I had no choice. I had to go with it.
Trying to keep my voice even, I enquired, “Do you want to do that now?”
I felt his tongue touch my neck and that made me shiver too.
Then he said, “Not now. I’m hungry.”
A sudden bolt of electricity slammed between my legs giving me an off the charts happy tingle.
He wanted to feed. And I wanted him to feed. I despised that I did but I also couldn’t deny it.
“You’re hungry?”
“Yes,” he said against my neck and then lifted his head to look at me. “Your choice today, Leah, in here or in the kitchen.”
He wanted to feed in the kitchen?
Really?
That was crazy! What if Edwina walked in?
“If we do it in the kitchen, what if Edwina walks in?”
His brows drew together. “She’ll have to be there, unless you intend to cook for me.”
“Cook for you?” I parroted stupidly, finding that idea both intriguing and terrifying.
I mean, I know how to cook. And the idea of cooking for Lucien was kind of nice even though that admission further proved my insanity. But what if I messed it up? This I did a lot, especially when I tried something fancy and I doubted Lucien ate non-fancy food.
And anyway, why were we talking about cooking?
He studied me while these thoughts chased themselves through my head before saying, “You can cook, Leah. You can do what you like. It’s your house, not Edwina’s. Are you saying you want to cook?”
Oh. I got it.
“You’re talking about breakfast,” I breathed in a voice that denoted my mental heel of hand to head slap.
He smiled another arrogant, self-satisfied, now even so far as smug smile before he said, “You thought I wanted to feed.”
“Erm…” I wriggled in his lap then remembered I was mostly na**d so getting away from him would expose my upper body and I wasn’t ready for that so I stilled.