in?â
He shook his head. âA whole lot of trouble.â
âHe said it didnât work properly.â
âOh, itâs working, all right. I can feel it right now.â He rubbed his temples again.
Her entire body felt flushed. Maybe she was having an allergic reaction to it. âDo I have to get violent to make you spit out what you know?â
Ryan hissed out a breath through his teeth. âItâs a lust potion, Emma. An old one from the British Isles. Thereâs a legend that says that this is the potion that Guinevere was given to make her fall in love with King Arthur, but it didnât work quite that smoothly. You know what happened with Lancelot, right? She fell for him instead. Itâs this potionâs fault. And, no, it doesnât work on everyone which is why Franklin thought it was a dud. Some mood enhancer. He has no idea.â
Her mouth dropped open. âGuinevere and Lancelot?â
âYou got it.â
A lust potion. That would explain why she suddenly felt so warm. Why her body had begun to tingle. Why her nipples had tightened. Why her belly twisted with a strange and difficult to ignore need. Why she desperately wanted Ryanâs hands on her as soon as possible. âLustful forâ¦?â
He smiled, but it was shaky. âWell, I guess that would be me .â
âYou?â
âWe were together when it spilled on us.â His gaze, now heated, swept her body as he drew closer. âItâs rare and dangerous stuff.â
A shiver went down her spine. âThereâs some left. If you stole it, you could get a lot of money for something like this.â
âI could. If I stole it.â
Her breath came quick, and Ryanâs mouth was suddenly the main focus of her entire world. âI feel an irresistible need to kiss you right now. Which is incredibly inconvenient considering how much I hate you,â she whispered.
âI thought you said you were indifferent to me. Put down the bottle before you break it. If any more of that stuff spills, we might have a larger problem to deal with here.â
Instead of arguing, she placed the green glass bottle down on a table next to the couch and dropped her purse to the floor. âSoâ¦now what do we do?â
She felt his gaze on her like a brand. It slid over her breasts and stomach, and her insides tightened with desire.
âKiss me,â he suggested.
Her heart pounded hard. âBad idea.â
âYouâre afraid what might happen?â
âYes.â
He had the audacity to smile at her. âSee, I knew you knew words other than no, Em.â
âI need to get out of here.â But she didnât move. They were alone in the library of Xavier Franklinâs mansion with a party going on outside the heavy closed doors. She could hear itâthe voices, the laughter, the band playing some up-tempo but classical number.
âSo despite you telling me a minute ago that youâre indifferent to me,â Ryan said, âwhat youâre now saying is that you hate me.â
She nodded. âI canât stand you.â
âBut you still want to kiss me.â
Yes. She needed to kiss him, to do more than just kiss him. To feel Ryanâs hands on her, his hot skin beneath her fingertips. To feel him sliding inside of her, filling her the way sheâd always fantasized about. Even in themonths that heâd been out of her life, sheâd still dreamed about having him in her bed.
Damn.
It was Emma who closed the distance between them first. Her mind was foggy, but her body knew what it wanted. It wanted Ryan. It had always wanted Ryan since the moment sheâd met him. And the Desidero potion, just a small splash of it, had heightened that need inside of her to an uncontrollable level.
Just because it was inconvenient didnât mean it wasnât true.
Ryan looked concerned. âEmma, we need toââ
âShut up.â