Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [443]
His arm slid around my waist, and he used that incredible speed that they were capable of. I felt him lift me and we were just suddenly on the floor with him on top. It was his legs on my legs that pinned me. He used his arms to keep his body raised enough that his groin didn’t press into me, which of course meant my view of his body was unobstructed. A mixed blessing. He began to lean his face down for a kiss.
I put a hand on his chest and stopped the movement. “Stop it, Jason.”
“The last time I did this you shoved a gun in my ribs and said you’d shoot me if I stole a kiss.”
“I meant it,” I said.
“You’re armed,” he said, “I’m not holding your hands down.”
I sighed. “You know my rule. I don’t point a gun at anyone unless I plan to shoot them. You’re my friend now, Jason. I’m not going to shoot you for stealing a kiss. You know it, I know it.”
He smiled and leaned in closer. My hand was on his chest but my hand just kept getting closer to my own chest. “But I also don’t want you to kiss me. If you’re really my friend, you won’t do it. You’ll just let me up.”
His face was just above mine so close it was hard to focus on his eyes. “What if I tried for more than a kiss?” He moved his face so his mouth was hovering over my chest. I could feel his breath just above the soft line where my breasts began.
“Don’t push it, Jason. If I shoot you in the right spot, it won’t kill you, you’ll be hurt, but you’ll heal.”
He raised his face back up to me. He grinned, and started to roll off of me. The door opened and Richard was just suddenly standing there staring down at us. Perfect, just perfect.
22
“WOULD YOU BELIEVE I slipped?” Jason asked.
“No,” Richard said. That one word was very cold.
“Get off of me, Jason.”
He rolled to one side but made no move to grab for a towel. Richard threw the towel at him. Jason caught it, and his eyes sparkled with the effort not to smile. Jason had a streak in him that made him enjoy yanking someone’s chain. He liked to stir the pot and see what happened. Someday he was going to do it with the wrong person, and he was going to get hurt. But not tonight.
“Get out, Jason. I need to talk to Anita.”
Jason stood and wrapped the towel around his waist. I’d sat up but hadn’t stood up. Jason offered me his hand. I almost never let a man help me stand, sit, or do much of anything. I took Jason’s hand, and he gave it that little extra pull that made me bump into him when I got to my feet.
“You want me to go?” he asked.
I moved a step back but let him keep my hand. “I’ll be all right,” I said.
Jason grinned up at Richard as he walked out the door. Richard closed the door, leaning against it. I was effectively trapped and he was angry enough that the room filled with prickling energy.
“What was all that about?” he asked.
“It’s none of your business anymore, is it?” I asked.
“Earlier today I thought you turned me down because you were being loyal to Jean-Claude.”
“I turned you down because it was the right thing to do.” I went to the sink and started trying to clean the bits of black crud out from under my fingernails.
“If Jean-Claude finds out you’re doing Jason, he’d hurt him, maybe kill him.”
“Are you going to tell on us? Run home tattling to our master?” I looked at him in the mirror when I said it. My reward was that he flinched. A little too close to home, that comment.
“Why Jason?” he asked.
“Do you really believe that I’m having sex with Jason?” I turned and used the slightly damp towel to dry my hands.
Richard just looked at me.
“Jesus, Richard, just because you’re jumping everything in sight doesn’t mean I am.” I sat down on the closed