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He pursed his lips, but he turned slightly toward the door. “I’ll leave you to change.”
I was still in my gossamer gown. Right. I pasted an irritated smile on my face. It was getting late, but I had no idea what to do with myself in his strange world. “And then what? Tea in the garden? A slumber party?”
“Are you inviting me to share your bed?” he purred, something feral prowling behind his beautiful, deadly face.
I flushed from head to toe, anger heating my blood. “First you kiss me without permission, and now you’re trying to sleep with me.” I crossed my arms over my chest, ignoring the tightness of my skin, my breasts. I needed a glamour against his sexy magic. “I thought I wasn’t your type.”
He glowered back at me. “Maybe not, but I’m willing to try new things.”
I gagged, even as my cheeks burned. “Thanks, but you aren’t my type.”
“Really?” He continued to chew on his lip, his bright eyes gleaming. “That’s odd, because you seem flustered.”
“Flustered?” I sputtered the word, backing up a few steps.
“Agitated. Nervous.” Each word was clipped and crisp as he stalked toward me. “Worked up.”
“I am not worked up.” My back hit the wall, and my heart shot into my throat as I realized we were right back where we’d been last night. So why did it feel so different now? “You have no effect on me.”
“I don’t?” He cocked an eyebrow and closed the space between us. Lachlan planted his hands on both sides of the wall, caging me in place. “What about my sexy magic?”
Fuck, why had I called him on that? Because something about the way he was looking at me expectantly, half amused and half arrogant as fuck, told me there was no magic at work.
“That was a joke.” Worst excuse ever.
“Why are you lying to me?” And he wasn’t buying it.
“I’m not lying,” I whispered.
A warm laugh rasped past his lips. His head fell forward, and a loose wisp of hair tickled across my face. Cedar flooded my nose, and I clamped my mouth shut, trying to hold my breath, trying to keep my body from responding to his nearness. He lifted his head, eyes sweeping from my feet upward and lingering on my hips, my breasts before continuing slowly to my neck, my lips, until his eyes found mine. He was so close I could count the gold flecks in his irises. If he got any closer…
“If I have no effect on you, why is your heart racing?” he murmured, tilting his head so that his mouth was angled over mine. He closed his eyes, and I forgot how to breathe. “I can hear it.”
“You scare me.” Not exactly a lie. He terrified me. Not only because of who he was—a Gage—but because of what he was. At least that’s what I kept telling myself. But deep down in a place I refused to look, I knew that wasn’t what scared me about him.
He remained silent, but he didn’t let me go. His hand ghosted along my throat, a single finger tracing softly down my collarbone. I moaned at the unexpected touch, and a slow grin stole across his mouth as he opened his eyes and stared into my lying face. “Yes, I can see I have no effect on you.” He leaned closer, his lips tickling my ear. “I’ll remember that I’m not your type.”
“Good.” The word came out breathless. “I’m glad we cleared that up.”
He flicked the pendant around my neck, chuckling when my hand shot up to find the broken necklace returned. “You’ll need that to reach me, but it won’t send you home at sunrise anymore. Someone will take you when you need to leave.”
I swallowed, managing a nod. My fingers rested on the pendant. That’s why he had touched me. He was simply putting the necklace back on. It wasn’t because he needed to feel his skin on mine. It wasn’t because my scent was clouding his thoughts and dissolving his common sense. It wasn’t because he wanted me.
“And, princess.” He stared at my lips, licking his own in a way that told me he knew how to use that mouth for more than arrogant banter. “Later tonight, when you’re in bed not thinking about me, feel free to touch that necklace while you touch yourself.”
I dropped my hand in disgust. “You think very highly of yourself.”
“I don’t think.” He grinned down at me. “I know.”
I glared at him. “Why would I think about you?”
But the damage was done, and even if my contempt had been believable, I knew those fae ears heard the truth in my speeding heart. He pushed away from the wall and straightened. “I’ll have a car take you to gather your things in the morning.”
That cleared my head. “Morning? I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.”
“I need to go by the hospital.” I stood my ground. “I left some things there.”