Page 82 of Suck This

“Ummm.” I hesitated, thinking about what I would most like to eat. “A cupcake wouldn’t be remiss,” I finally settled on.

His expression didn’t change, but I could tell that I’d shocked him.

“A cupcake.”

How, I didn’t know. It was more of a feeling rather than anything he’d shown outwardly.

As if he was saying something to me, just not audibly for me to hear it with my ears.

Awareness of the man standing in front of me was a lazy pulse just beneath the surface of my skin, and my hands itched to run over the length of his exposed torso.

He was wearing a white button-down dress shirt, unbuttoned, and showing very little skin. But the little he was showing down the length of his chest and abs was enough to set my blood on fire.

I wanted to launch myself at him. Wanted to climb him like a tree, wrap my legs around his hips, and impale myself on his long length all the while he pulled my hair and urged me on.

“What is that look on your face, Cadi?”

I swallowed, looking away.

“So, about that cupcake?”

I couldn’t be thinking of having sex with him. I’d literally just fucked the man against the window overlooking his club. In front of his friends.

I didn’t care how many times he told me that they couldn’t see. There was always a hint of truth in every lie that was told, and I knew without having confirmation that they could see through the one-way glass. They might not have actually seen or witnessed it, but they knew what was happening on the opposite side.

“I’m afraid there’re no cupcakes to be found in the entire manor,” he drawled. “But if we head to the kitchen, I can see what Chen was able to scrounge up for us on such short notice.”

“How short notice?” I asked warily. “And why am I at your place? Oh, and why can’t I remember how I got here?” I looked down at my clothes. “And let’s not even get into the fact that I’m not wearing the same clothes I put on when you so carelessly dropped me off in the middle of my apartment without updating me to your whereabouts and how you were fairing.”

His lips twitched as he held out his hand.

I went, and his eyes seemed to study my forehead for a long second as I moved closer to him.

I raised my hand.

“What are you looking at?” I asked, feeling to see if my hair was wild or something to elicit that sort of perusal.

“Nothing,” he lied. “Come.”

I came.

Well, not in the good way.

I followed him down the long length of the hallway, admiring the beautiful hardwood floors that lined the length.

“This is exquisite,” I said softly, trailing my fingers along the molding that lined the wall of the hall. It separated the paneling at the bottom from the painted top.

“Thank you,” Constantine said regally. “Are you sure you’re not overly hungry?”

The way he kept pushing had me worried that something more was going on than he was telling me.

I breathed in deeply, steadied my mind, and then shook my head. “No.”

His frown was ferocious.

But before I could question him further, the hallway spilled us out into a large kitchen.

“What…”