Page 161 of Reckless Cruel Heirs
“You’re regretting having used up yourgajoïright now, aren’t you?”
His eyes flashed. And then his mouth twitched. “I know what you’re doing . . .”
“What I’m doing?” I asked with mock innocence. “What am I doing?”
“Forcing me to be creative.”
I frowned. “No, that’s—” I squeaked when my dress went up in flames, flames that didn’t burn my skin, just the pretty beaded fabric.
“Remo Farrow! You can’t use fire to undress me.”
“I think I just did.”
I hitched up a brow. He wanted to play . . .Fine.I sent my own wave of fire over his uniform and watched with great satisfaction as it chewed through the coated black fabric.
His grin became blinding. “My little villain.” Wreathed only in smoke, he backed me up against the bed.
“Villain? I saved Neverra from Kingston.”
He palmed my ass, yanked me up, and then tossed me on the bed. A moment later he was hovering over me, his warm breaths pulsing against the tip of my nose. “Fine, you can be the hero tonight.”
Grinning, I circled his waist and towed his magnificent body down against mine. “What was it you were saying earlier about your hands? And mouth?”
Remo’s knees and palms sank into the mattress, caging my body between his, and then his glistening lips curved. “I can’t remember. What was it I was saying?”
“That you might be good with them.”
“Might.” He grunted. “I’ll show youmight.”
I laughed, and then I stopped laughing, because he did show me. With deft fingers, he fastened the strings the Cauldron had cast around us weeks ago, binding them around our bodies and knotting them around our hearts.
