Free Darkness Falls: Reveler Series 1 by Erin Kellison Page B

wanted to kiss her smart mouth. He liked her better in the pink sweats she’d worn in the dream. She was softer, more touchable.
    But give him ten seconds and he’d have her out of her work clothes, so aloof and professional. Or not out completely—he wanted to use his mouth against that silk, make it as damp and clingy on her breasts as it was on her graceful spine.
    He should’ve warned Coll he didn’t have a chance against her. Not his Jordan.
    She didn’t seem scared about the nightmare in the Agora last night. And she hadn’t even flinched when Coll had been a jackass and tried to mess with her by mentioning that they’d been intimate.
    They hadn’t. Yet.
    “Now, really,” she said as she stood, “I’ve got to go. I have a meeting in twenty minutes.”
    She must have been kicking Coll out of her apartment, because Rook wasn’t going anywhere. He was sticking close from now until she was resettled, and even then, he didn’t plan to go far.
    He liked her current place, knew it would be hard to leave. It’d been lived in, made homey. The walls were a pale shade of sunshine yellow, with smiling faces grinning out of picture frames. Books were stacked and forgotten on the shelves. A pile of mail was held down by a kitty statuette. She had a comfortable rather than stylish sofa, and struggling plants in the pots by the window. She could make this elsewhere. She’d have to.
    She’d have to move and modify how she kept in contact with family or friends. Her current place just wasn’t safe enough.
    There were dangers in Rêve, and yes, she could be trained to avoid or successfully confront them. But a Rêve danger could sometimes be solved easily by simply taking out the Chimera in the waking world. While they were sleeping, even. Too many people already knew about her, and her sister’s thriving biz was going to turn curious eyes Jordan’s way for lots of reasons.
    But he wasn’t fool enough to think she’d drastically alter her life without a fight.
    “Do you have to go in? There are some important things we need to discuss.”
    “Yes. I’m pitching this morning. Big account.”
    Coll chuckled at Rook. “Tough, isn’t she?”
    “And I’ve got classes,” Maisie said. “I’d better run, too.”
    Coll sent a cutting look Maisie’s way. “You haven’t attended classes in over six weeks. I checked.”
    “It’s been that long?” Maisie said innocently. “Then I better make sure I’m there today. I’ve got a lot of catch-up work to do.”
    Coll and Jordan’s little sister bickered while Jordan stepped back toward what had to be her bedroom.
    Rook followed her to the door, and before she closed it, slipped in behind her.
    “I need a moment of priv—”
    He shut her up with a kiss. Got his hands on that silk and was rucking it up as he shut the door with his boot.
    She didn’t push him off, just gave a startled gasp, then melted into him. Her hands found their way inside his jacket, gripping his shirt at his back. His found the cup of her bra, but he didn’t have the patience to work a clasp, so he pushed it up over her breast and thumbed the peaking nipple he discovered there.
    She was so soft, so perfect. He wanted to touch her everywhere, kiss her everywhere.
    She tilted her head back to breathe, and he raked her ear, her jawline, her slender collarbone with his mouth and teeth, and accidentally popped a tiny top button on her blouse in his enthusiasm. Everything about her was too delicate for his handling, but he couldn’t help himself. What was it about her?
    “Your boss is right outside,” she said, but her hands were now gripping his hair at the roots.
    “He’s not my boss. And he obviously already knows something is going on.”
    His mouth had found its target.
    She gave that throaty laugh, the one that he now knew was real. No pretenses. “Michael. I’m going to be late as it is.”
    The Michael was bucket of cold water over his head. Damned if she’d be calling out a fake