In His Scent
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"Are you still in the mood for this?" I asked, backing away from where Florian was sitting.
I could see reluctance in his eyes as I moved away, but that proximity was a little too dangerous for my heart, and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Maybe," he said, then leaned back, resting his weight on his hands, his eyes holding mine. "Are you?"
I shrugged. "I am mostly just hungry. Not really in the mood to cut this up."
He laughed, his lower lip slowly sliding into his mouth, his teeth gently biting down on it. f**k.
"Want to go for a little ride? We can get you something to eat, and I can pull your pigtails under the moonlight."
I laughed. "Just how much do you remember?"
He shrugged. "Everything. Blame the photographs in my mind."
I smiled, then washed my hand and quickly put the meat back in the freezer and turned to him. Mentioning photographs brought back something to my head, and I dried out my hands on the kitchen towel, then turned to him.
He was watching me with those predatory eyes, the one that felt like he would jump me any minute, put my hands over my head, and teach my body some very crazy things.
"Can I ask you something?"
He nodded. "Go on."
I cleared my throat, my cheeks slightly tinting as I met his eyes again. "Well... uhm... do you, perhaps... still have... those photos?"
He raised a brow. "What photos?"
I swallowed hard, my embarrassment growing. "You know. The photos from the other night?"
He only looked more confused.
I sighed. "That first night?"
"First night?"
I gave an exasperated sigh. "You asked to take photos of me naked when we... you know."
He nodded in realisation, then gave a small smile. "What about them?"
"Do you still have them?"
He chuckled. "No. I don't have them."
I sucked in my lower lip. "Were they gross?"
He shrugged as he slowly got off, his hand sloely fixing his shirt. He raked his hand through his hair, slightly ruffling it a little more and letting a few strands fall over his face and darken his gaze a little more.
"They were unnecessary."
My brows lightly furrowed. "Unnecessary?"
Before I could finish, he covered the distance, trapping me between his body and the work table behind us.
I swallowed, my eyes darting across both of his, my chest heaving. "What... what are you..."
His hand slowly came beneath my chin, and he lifted my face till I was at the perfect angle to him, enough so that the only thing he needed to do was lean just a little lower.
"If I need to see you naked, I will, Rox. I know how to lower your inhibitions enough for your body to respond to mine. I am not a man to live on memories."
I swallowed. I hated how right he was. Just this little thing he was doing, laughing and then biting down on his lower lip, his thumb running up the sensitive edge of my neck, I could already feel my inhibitions lowering, my body betraying me.
I could already hear the wails of my own imagination. The sound of a shower against a skin that was too tanned to be mine, but was just perfect to be his.
I shook my head, my eyes lifting again. "Why did you ask for a photo, then?"
He moved away. "I admittedly thought it would be the last time. I knew you were using me. You can't blame me for wanting a little souvenir."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "You would have kept them if... it was really the last time?"
"Possibly. I don't believe I would."
"Why? Because you knew once wouldn't be enough?"
He laughed, a cocky, confidently masculine laugh that only heightened the sizzling attraction between us.
"You are right, sweetie. Let's grab a jacket for you."
I coloured and nodded, and he walked away, his hands in his pockets, his head held high. I watched his back, my eyes wide, my chest heaving.
My heart was running wild, and I waited there till he came back with a large fur jacket and his black shirt.
He handed the shirt to me, then gave a small smile.
I swallowed and turned away from him, dropping what I was wearing. I turned for a second, and he was watching me, his eyes thin, his lips stretched a little in something that wasn't quite a smile but seemed like it.
I swallowed and pulled the shirt over me, then stretched it to my mid thigh. Florian suddenly came behind me, his hand gently running across the nape of my neck as he pulled my hair out of the shirt.
I turned back to him, my eyes meeting his. Electricity cackled between us, heat rising with each sweep of my hair that he took. He pulled the jacket over me too, then leaned to me, his hand gently squeezing my hand.
He leaned slowly to me, his chin coming to rest on my shoulder, his face turning into my skin, the tip of his nose, and his lips lightly brushing me. "I know other ways you can get in my scent."
My eyes widened, and he laughed before grabbing my hand and leading me out of the house. I was right about it being somewhere around the middle of the night, and even though I wanted to tell him that there was no way we would find a place to eat right now, I kept quiet about it.
I wanted to go on this drive, stretch my legs on the front seat, and take a couple long breaths.
He opened the front door, then helped me in. He closed the door, and I watched him walk around to the driver's seat before he got in.
I leaned back in my chair, stretching my hands above me, my eyes closing as I took in a deep breath.
I heard Florian laugh as he pushed the ignition button, then pulled out of the driveway.
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