The Puppet Assassin [TTR sequel]

The Puppet Assassin - Ch 31 [on your knees]

So I had been right, I’d had my expectations up too high. But what did he mean by neck? Had I heard that right?

I walked into the lounge room to see him flop onto the couch. I moved to sit on one of the armchairs but he scooted to the back of the couch and patted the space in front of his stomach. I felt delighted at the thought of sitting there so intimately with him but was wary of the fact that our time alone was limited. Luke and Liam could return at any time. I voiced my concerns out loud and he smirked at me.

“Garth is somewhat on our side. He’ll keep them out for as long as he can and probably get their meeting to take place at Luke’s place. And, besides, I can hear pretty well. I was once a teenager and know how to make the fact that we’re alone look totally platonic.”

I felt a flare of a very uncomfortable feeling burn in my chest when I thought of him with other girls. Jealousy. Oh boy. I plonked down in front of him, inching forward on my seat so that he’d still have room behind me. I didn’t want to be practically sitting on him. The movie started, the sound blaring through the speaker making me wonder; A) Why he needed it so loud when he could hear so well and B) How he was supposed to hear them coming over the sound? I didn’t say anything but tensed, ready at any moment to spring away from him.

I jolted when I felt his hand on my elbow and he squeezed gently. I heard him mumble something but couldn’t hear him over the music of the opening credits. I turned towards him and felt myself melt a little at the look he was giving me. He had his elbow rested on a pillow and was holding his head up, paying no attention whatsoever to the movie.

“What?” I asked, trying to speak over the volume.

He grinned and pulled on my arm gently. I let him guide me and ended up lying in front of him. I lifted my legs onto the couch and he rested his hand over my stomach. I could feel his breath on the back of my head, close to my ear, but didn’t dare turn around. His fingers on my stomach were moving in a massaging motion and it felt like they were burning my skin through my clothes. My breath was getting short and I couldn’t concentrate on the screen. By the heated weight of his gaze I could feel hitting me, his eyes weren’t on the screen either.

“Dizelde,” he said in a low voice, right into my ear. I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran from my knees up my spine. His hand on my stomach pressed me back, turning me a little so that I was nearly lying on my back. I twisted my neck to look at anything but his potent eyes.

“Watching the movie,” I murmured, gesturing awkwardly forward.

His laughter was a soft rumble that warmed me to my toes. His hand shifted to my side and his other weaved through my hair. He gripped it gently and turned my head. I looked up, trapped by his gaze.

“What’s the name of the movie?” he asked softly. His lips were tilted up in a half-hearted smirk.

My stomach flip-flopped and my breath caught. The name of the movie? I hadn’t been able to concentrate!

“Larkin is the devil,” I whispered teasingly.

He grinned, showing his teeth. “You got that right.”

I felt myself blush and he lowered his head. “You make it really difficult for me to remain sensible.” He skimmed his lips over mine, his eyes open. “Especially when you’re wearing my clothing.” He flipped the hem of the top between his fingers. “Who gave you permission? It definitely wasn’t me because I wouldn’t be stupid enough to put you in something that looks so obviously not yours that I want to tear it off.”

He stopped playing with the cloth but his hand delved underneath the material, up my side to rest against the bottom of my ribcage. The heat radiating from his hand was scorching and I would’ve squirmed but I had only two ways to go; off the couch or into him.

“You’re the one that ripped up my other top. Did you want me to go downstairs with my clothes hanging off, showing everyone my upper body, to get to my room?” My voice was soft but I couldn’t find the strength to speak any louder. I felt so warm and filled with adrenalin and yet it felt like my body was saving it’s energy for something else.

He raised an eyebrow and bared his teeth. “No.” He nipped at my lower lip. “I’d have preferred to return to my room-” he swiped his tongue across it to soothe. “And found you with no top.” His eyes were lit with a wicked light and his voice had gotten deep and rough.

“Fat chance,” I muttered daringly.

“Oho? Was that a retort I heard?”

I narrowed my eyes at him but I couldn’t answer back to his teasing as he covered my mouth with his. His kiss started gentle and then his hand at my side got firmer and he became urgent, drawing me to respond at the same pace. He drew back for a moment and then began again, his tongue exploring my mouth, urging mine to do the same to him. I found it difficult to breathe and concentrate at the same time so every time he drew back I gasped for air. He trailed kisses down my chin and then down my neck, resting his lips against my pulse.

When he shifted upright, his eyes were scarily bright, even though the only light on them was the flashing screen.

“I like you shy…” He kissed my temple. “I like you feisty…” he ran his teeth over the edge of my ear. “I might just…” He softly bit my earlobe and then grinned down at me. “I might just love you.”

I haven't edited or nuthin. ;) Soo, I got sick again. I think that if my head wasn't attached it'd float away. So if any of this writing sounds like the author must've been high, you know the reason why and it doesn't involve a habit. I probably could have waited to make this better but I know I'd probs be lazy later anyway ;P