Suspend disbelief? I can do that. She closed her eyes for a moment. Need grew, intensified…Kade…
“If your lover were here right now, what would you want from him? From this…Kade?”
Had she spoken his name out loud? She must have. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” He was close enough now that his words whispered across her temple, disturbing the shorter tendrils of hair around her face. “Look into your heart. Tell me.”
She shivered and glanced back at the large viewing window with its heavy drapes drawn to each side. “I want…”
“Do you wish the curtains closed before we begin? I am amenable to that, if it is your wish.”
“No.” She looked hard at the glass, not having realized until this moment that it was one-way. A whole football team of people could be out there, observing them, and she would have no idea. Instead, her reflection stared back at her, pale and ethereal-looking, her newly blonde hair long and wavy rather than frizzy-looking for once, the whiteness of her limbs an interesting counter-point to the powerful darkness of Anteros standing behind her. Even with five-inch heels on, he topped her by a good six inches, and she wasn’t short to start with. They looked good together, she realized. Dark and light. Strength and delicacy.
I feel different already. No more flat-chested beanpole. I feel…kind of sexy, for a change.
Time for truth. She took a deep breath. “I wish that Kade were here, watching me right now. Watching us, wanting us, while we do things here in this room that I’ve never done before.” She leaned back into Anteros as he let go of her hand and traced up her arm with his fingertips before heading across to her left breast. He paused for a second at the peak, rolling his thumb over the hardened nub, before dipping below to hover near her rapidly beating heart. “I want him to see me in a new way. I want him to want me, the way I’ve always wanted him. I want him to love me, the way I—”
“Ella.” Anteros pulled her away from the mirrored window and dipped his head in toward her throat. A caress like butterfly wings tickled her skin along the edge of her collar bone. “Shall we assume he is there, and he is watching, and give him a show the likes of which he will never forget?” His words vibrated against her and need grew in her belly. “Shall we punish him a little, or maybe quite a lot, for making you feel so lonely, all these years? Shall we do that, right now?”
“Oh, yes, Anteros. Please, yes.”
(Copyright Jennifer Lynne)