myself sit still in my seat. I have to stop myself from reaching for him.
Instead, he reaches over and tugs softly on one of my curls. His touch is gentle. Like before, goosebumps break out on my body. Unlike before, it isn’t because of a vision. Hair isn’t actually living. As long as he doesn’t touch my skin, I’m in no danger of reading him. He knows this. I like that he knows things about me that no one else can understand. We are similar in our abilities. Our gift. Our curse.
Definitely a curse!
Our eyes stay locked. The air in the car seems to grow weighted. I can hear myself breathing. It’s heavier than before. Stephan runs his thumb up the strands of my hair an inch. I can almost feel his touch. The nerve-endings on my scalp prickle. I have to bite back a moan. Then he’s letting go and pulling back. “They also have pecan pie…there’s apple too. Salted caramel is usually on the menu as well, but I would recommend the cherry. It’s sweet and tart. In short, it’s fucking delicious.”
It’s almost like he’s flirting with me. I’d like to think he is. “I like the sound of cherry.” My voice is breathless, a little needy. I can only hope he thinks it’s the pie I want so badly.
“There’s nothing better than ripe cherries.” His eyes drift to my chest for half a second, and awareness flits through me. He’s definitely flirting, which makes me a little light-headed. His gaze is back on mine in a flash. “Let’s go.” He turns the key in the ignition, and we pull off.
11
Stephanus
I’ve never been turned on from watching a woman eat before.
Jesus! I watch as she lifts another forkful of pie to her mouth. I watch her wrap her lips around the fork. I adjust in my seat for the tenth time since she started eating that damned pie. Raven groans around her food. Thank god for booths because my dick is all over the place. She must think that I have ADHD or ants in my fucking shorts. Her groan is low and deep. Her eyes drift closed.
The best part about the whole thing is that she has no idea. No idea how sexy she looks in that white T-shirt and cut-off shorts. No idea how sexy she sounds. No fucking clue what she’s doing to me.
“You were right about the pie,” she says. “So right…only,” she lifts her brows, “you’re not eating yours. Why aren’t you eating yours?” I’ve taken one bite, while she’s nearly done. Truth is, I’ve been watching her. I’ve been too turned on to even think about pie.
That isn’t true.
I have pie on my mind. Cherries? Fuck, yes, those too. There’s a sixth food group. Her name is Raven. I want to eat her whole. Fucking devour her until she’s screaming my name. Until she’s pulling my hair and scratching my back.
Pie?
Hell yes!
“It’s good to see someone enjoying their food,” I say. Not a lie. Not really. I cut a piece of my own pie on my plate and put it into my mouth. It’s good. It’s amazing.
“Isn’t it the best thing you’ve ever tasted?” Raven asks, her green eyes are wide. There is a gentle smile playing at the edges of her mouth.
“It is.” I nod. All bets would be off if my mouth ever got to touch any part of her.
“Do you have any family aside from your brother?” she asks me. I can see dark smudges under her eyes, which are bloodshot. I need to eat this pie and get her home.
I nod. “My mom. We see her on holidays. She married a human. They live in Canada.”
“Really?” Raven laughs.
I fucking love the sound. I hated seeing her upset earlier. I meant what I said to her. I’m grateful she trusted me enough to tell me what happened. “Yes, really.” I laugh. “Jeffrey Anderson is his name. He’s a great guy. They’re very happy.”
“He knows about you and Jarrod…about your mom?”
I nod. “He knows. It was a little bit of a sticking point when she finally confessed to him, but he came around. I guess true love prevails. People will find a way to be together if they’re meant to be.”
Her eyes widen a little. “You’re right. So your mom was single when your dad came along and…?” She widens her eyes.
I nod. “Yeah, those bastard gods came from their realm and charmed the panties off of most of the