Chapter 26 #3
Davian let go of the countertop without taking his scrutinizing gaze off me and slowly stepped around the kitchen island.
The moths in my stomach saw this as a wake-up call, and I couldn't help but push another blueberry between my lips.
“What's keeping you awake?”
Did he have to ask that? Did he have to sound so genuinely interested? So concerned?
I didn't deserve that.
“Demons from my past.”
Do It for Me
Rosenfeld
He leaned against the kitchen island opposite me, scrutinizing me and making it increasingly difficult for me to concentrate on my food.
I reached for the next blueberry, but ended up caught in his gaze, unable to tear myself away from those cornflower-blue eyes as I lifted the blueberry to my lips. Right to where his gaze now shifted.
My fingers paused, letting the berry linger a few millimeters from my lips.
There was a humbled reverence in his expression as he looked back into my eyes, but he couldn't hold my gaze and immediately slid back to my lips.
I closed the last few millimeters until the firm skin of the blueberry pressed against the parting of my lips.
With trembling lips, I opened the gap slightly and watched with an overwhelming tingling sensation in my stomach as Davian also parted his lips a fraction.
As slowly as possible, I pushed the berry between my lips, licked the blue from my fingertips, and Davian's chest visibly rose and fell as he sucked in the air sharply.
I lowered my fingers, swallowed the berry, causing Davian's gaze to fix on my throat and him to swallow almost imperceptibly as well.
The wetness between my heated thighs made me want to reach into the bowl again, but as my finger moved downward, Davian broke out of his trance and catapulted me back into mine.
He stepped toward me, and the desire in his gaze robbed me of the ground beneath my feet, so that it took me a moment to realize that he was taking one of the berries between his thumb and index finger and slowly lifting it.
His pleasantly masculine scent wafted toward me, robbing me of what little sanity I had left.
I wanted to look at the berry approaching my lips, but his eyes commanded me to focus on him.
And I wanted nothing more than to do what Davian Rydell demanded of me, after he had made it absolutely clear to me that he never wanted to demand anything of me...
“Davian? Are you here?”
Fading Hours
Ahmet Kenan Bilgic, Turgut Mavuk
As if struck by a rock, Davian shoved the blueberry into his mouth, backed away to the kitchen island, and spun around, just in time before Monica entered the kitchen with an enthusiastic smile.
The heat that shot through my face made me clench the bowl of blueberries tightly.
Davian hastily grabbed a French nut nougat croissant and tried to lean casually against the counter.
“Ah! There you two are.” She glanced between us but walked over to a silver metal bucket filled with ice cubes, from which she pulled out two bottles of champagne. “It seems I now have two shy lawyers who would rather retreat to the kitchen to raid the unopened buffet.”
“I...” I began, hastily sliding off the kitchen counter, but Monica raised her hand with a smile.
“Don't worry. Help yourself. There are more blueberries in the fridge if you like them.”
Caught out, I pressed my lips together.
Monica turned to Davian, whose face had taken on an unnatural color.
“That doesn't apply to you, young man.” He raised both eyebrows as she filled two glasses with her special champagne. “A very charming former colleague from Boston just asked about you. And I want you to meet her.”
Why did it sound like even Monica was trying to play matchmaker for Davian? And why did it leave another sharp sting in my stomach, even though this time it was different than before?
Suppressing the feeling, I grinned at Davian in amusement, and he looked back at me for the first time, staring as if he were just as overwhelmed inside as I was.
“And don't you dare run away from her. I've been trying for months to get you both in the same place at the same time.”
I raised an eyebrow, trying to force away the burgeoning feeling of... jealousy?
Monica pressed the two glasses into Davian's hands and pushed him toward the doorway.
“Hidden long enough.”
Davian cleared his throat audibly but obeyed, his jaw tense and his forehead red as he made his way to the passageway.
“Quill.”
“Mm?”
I quickly put down the blueberries.
“My friends from D.C. have just arrived and would like to meet you.”
Great.
“Sure.”
Davian gave me a knowing smirk over his shoulder and I stared after him in disbelief, which only intensified his smirk, so I narrowed my eyes in mock hostility until he turned around and disappeared from the kitchen.
Of course, he was also the kind of person who preferred to retreat to quiet places at such events and flee from people. That explained why I always met him where I took refuge when everything became too much.
We were two authors in an elite society full of expectations. Except that Davian had found his seemingly perfect place, wearing masks that would never fit me.
If you are my forbidden fruit,
where is our paradise?
– Leaking Batteries Diary