Monthly Bonus Content #3—Sweet Looks...(Nat version) (Patreon)

A sharp corner of tinfoil pricks into my finger, and I let out a small hiss, shaking out the pinch of pain.

“Remind me again why we’re doing this,” I say, wrapping the foil around the small chocolate egg and throwing it into the metallic pile of other ones, all held together by a paper mache rabbit’s head.

Nat smiles, her posture still stick-straight even after an hour and a half of wrapping ridiculously tiny treat eggs. “Because you want to help in the town’s upcoming event.”

I tilt my head. “Actually, I think it was you who wanted to help, and I got suckered into it because you gave me the look.”

She swings her head over to face me and pauses. “The look?”

“Oh, don’t be giving me that ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ expression,” I say, poking a finger into her arm. “You know exactly which look I’m talking about.”

She purposefully places down the egg she was wrapping, rests a hand on the sofa between us and angles closer.

Her luscious brown eyes darken as she gazes at me, her lips slightly parting to draw my full attention, and she lets a warm rush of breath sweep over me. “You mean this look?”

My mouth ignores my request to speak. I try to swallow down the rising swell of heat and wanting that forms in my stomach before rushing straight down each limb and surging between my legs.

“Yep. That’s, uh, that’s definitely the look,” I manage to fumble out, pressing against her shoulder to move her back so as I can take a breath and calm the thundering of my heart.

She chuckles, the sound deep and husky and not helping at all with my attempts to calm myself.

“I guess you were right. I do know which look you were speaking of,” she comments, focusing back on wrapping the egg and placing it with care with the others.

“A look you shouldn’t abuse,” I remind her. “Or it may just lose its power.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” she comments with a half-smile.

I look over at her with a brow arched. “That’s pretty sure of yourself.”

“No, it’s not that,” she replies, meeting my eye with her smile widening. “But I know for a fact that the look you use on me will never lose its power. So I hope mine will be the same.”

I blink. “My look? I don’t have a look.”

“You most certainly do have a look. A look that you use to very effective and full effect,” she states with a shake of her head and then sighs. “Gets me every time.”

I reach out, resting my fingers over hers and dropping them into her lap. Her eyes swivel to meet mine once again. I then inch closer, gazing at her with every flurry of longing that she drew out of me moments before, licking at my top lip to tug at it slightly.

“You mean this look?” I mumble.

I can see her chest rise higher as she draws in a deep breath, a slight growl on the end of it. She clears her throat and forces her fingers through her hair, glancing away as she fumbles on a reply.

I let out a small, triumphant laugh, turning back to my task with a nod. “I guess I do have a look.”