But she frowned instead of smiling. "It's not funny. We can't do this, Tor. Put me down."
She pushed against his chest, trying to create space between them.
"Give me a second," he said with less patience than he probably should have.
But damn it, were they back to this?
He released her and let her down, stepping back only when he was sure Blythe would not topple over.
The tight expression on her beautiful features did not indicate appreciation for his concern.
"Relax," he told her. "It was just a kiss."
"You came," she accused. "I almost did. Oh my gosh, I cannot believe this." Blythe looked around wildly like, she hoped something would magically change about where they were, or what they'd done.
He was fully aware he had climaxed. The physical evidence was undeniable. He didn't need her rubbing his face in his untried response to something as simple as a kiss.
Damn it.
Hearing she had not achieved the same level of pleasure wasn't making him feel any better about it either, no matter how close she'd been.
"You cannot tell me after that…that kiss, that you are going to marry Else," Blythe said, her voice shaky. "You need to stop lying to your family."
Furious at how easy he'd been when she'd just been making a point, he demanded, "Is that why?"
"Why what?" she asked like she didn't understand the question.
"Why you kissed me," he clarified, angry with her and even more angry with himself. He should have known. "You wanted to prove a point."
She looked away from him, but didn't deny it. "It can't happen again."
"If you don't want it to, it won't," he promised with pure sarcasm.
She might have had an agenda, but Blythe had been as into that kiss as Tor had been. She admitted she'd almost come.
But despite his lack of experience, he would have known without her admission.
Just from the frantic way she moved against him and kissed him.
She hadn't been able to hold back either.
If they hadn't heard someone outside the door, they would still be kissing and most likely half naked by now.
His body gave a throb of need at that thought.
"Don't sound so smug." Her expression was accusing.
Like he'd been the one to initiate the kiss. But that first touch had been all her. She'd kissed him.
"Stop looking like that," she instructed him again when he remained silent. "You know I don't want this."
"Next time don't kiss me, I might believe you." With that, he turned to leave.
He wasn't sticking around to listen to her tell him how much she didn't want him when her actions said the opposite.
"Tell your family the truth about Else," she said as he opened the door. "They deserve it."
He stopped, his hand on the knob. "You mean like how honest you are about wanting me?" he asked sardonically.