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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 11 из 272The little-boy smile was gone. The look in his dark eyes made me shiver. I ran my hand down his tie, smoothing it against his chest.
"Am I allowed to kiss you, or would that scandalize the kiddies?" I didn't look up at him as I asked. I didn't want him to see the raw need in my eyes. It was embarrassing enough that I knew he sensed it. You can't hide lust from a werewolf. They can smell it.
"I'll risk it." His voice was soft, low, with a warm edge that made my stomach clench.
I felt him bend over me. I raised my face to his. His lips were so soft. I leaned against his body, palms flat against his chest. I could feel his nipples harden under my skin. My hands slid to his waist, smoothing along the cloth of his shirt. I wanted to pull his shirt out of his pants and run my hands over bare skin. I stepped back from him feeling just a little breathless.
It was my idea that we wouldn't have sex before marriage. My idea. But damn, it was hard. The more we dated, the harder it got.
"Jesus, Richard." I shook my head. "It gets harder, doesn't it?"
Richard's smile didn't look innocent or Boy Scoutish in the least. "Yes, it does."
Heat rushed up my face. "I didn't mean that."
"I know what you meant." His voice was gentle, taking the sting out of the teasing.
My face was still hot with embarrassment, but my voice was steady. Point for me. "I've got to go out of town on business."
"Zombie, vampire, or police?"
"Zombie."
"Good."
I looked up at him. "Why good?"
"I worry more when you go away on police business, or vampire stakings. You know that."
I nodded. "Yeah, I know that." We stood there in the hallway, staring at each other. If things had been different, we'd be engaged, maybe planning a wedding. All this sexual tension would have been coming to some kind of conclusion. As it was. .
"I'm going to be late as it is. I've got to go."
"Are you going to tell Jean-Claude bye in person?" His face was neutral when he asked, but his eyes weren't.
"It's daylight. He's in his coffin."
"Ah," Richard said.
"I didn't have a date planned with him this weekend, so I don't owe him an explanation. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Close enough," he said. He took a step away from the lockers, bringing our bodies very close together. He bent to kiss me good-bye. Giggles erupted down the hall.
We turned to see most of his class huddled in the doorway gazing at us. Great.
Richard smiled. He raised his voice enough so they'd hear him.
"Am I allowed to kiss you, or would that scandalize the kiddies?" I didn't look up at him as I asked. I didn't want him to see the raw need in my eyes. It was embarrassing enough that I knew he sensed it. You can't hide lust from a werewolf. They can smell it.
"I'll risk it." His voice was soft, low, with a warm edge that made my stomach clench.
I felt him bend over me. I raised my face to his. His lips were so soft. I leaned against his body, palms flat against his chest. I could feel his nipples harden under my skin. My hands slid to his waist, smoothing along the cloth of his shirt. I wanted to pull his shirt out of his pants and run my hands over bare skin. I stepped back from him feeling just a little breathless.
It was my idea that we wouldn't have sex before marriage. My idea. But damn, it was hard. The more we dated, the harder it got.
"Jesus, Richard." I shook my head. "It gets harder, doesn't it?"
Richard's smile didn't look innocent or Boy Scoutish in the least. "Yes, it does."
Heat rushed up my face. "I didn't mean that."
"I know what you meant." His voice was gentle, taking the sting out of the teasing.
My face was still hot with embarrassment, but my voice was steady. Point for me. "I've got to go out of town on business."
"Zombie, vampire, or police?"
"Zombie."
"Good."
I looked up at him. "Why good?"
"I worry more when you go away on police business, or vampire stakings. You know that."
I nodded. "Yeah, I know that." We stood there in the hallway, staring at each other. If things had been different, we'd be engaged, maybe planning a wedding. All this sexual tension would have been coming to some kind of conclusion. As it was. .
"I'm going to be late as it is. I've got to go."
"Are you going to tell Jean-Claude bye in person?" His face was neutral when he asked, but his eyes weren't.
"It's daylight. He's in his coffin."
"Ah," Richard said.
"I didn't have a date planned with him this weekend, so I don't owe him an explanation. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Close enough," he said. He took a step away from the lockers, bringing our bodies very close together. He bent to kiss me good-bye. Giggles erupted down the hall.
We turned to see most of his class huddled in the doorway gazing at us. Great.
Richard smiled. He raised his voice enough so they'd hear him.