Page 54 of My Tiny Giant
“I’ll see if I can find an ozeah shell here in Voran. I’d love to make you my favorite Ravil dish one day.”
“I’d love that.” I had no idea when and if that would be possible for him to make anything for me. But I’d welcome the opportunity to have another meal with him.
Agan brushed the crumbs off his pants, his finger getting caught in one of the many cuts in the leather.
“I may have to take you up on your offer to make me some pants,” he said, inspecting the cut. “These are my combat pair. They’re great for the jungle but aren’t the best attire for Voran.”
“I could do it this week.” I took a sip of my tea. “Tomorrow even if you want. I don’t have much to do here, anyway. We can go to the mall to buy some fabric... Or I could use a t-shirt of mine or something.”
I literally could make him an entire piece of clothing from something as small as a handkerchief.
“You’ll make me pants from your shirt?” he chuckled. “That wouldn’t be the first time I’d have something of yours around my hips.”
I snorted a laugh, nearly spilling the tea from my cup. “I’ll never live down stuffing you in my bra, will I?”
“Of course not.” He grinned. “How could I ever forget the exquisite sensation of bouncing between your breasts?”
“You enjoyed the ride, huh?”
I leaned forward, folding my forearms on the table, then placed my chin on top of my hands. This brought me to Agan’s eye level as he was sitting on top of the table. Being closer, I could see his face better now.
He raised his knees, placing his forearms on them. His tail wrapped around one of his ankles.
“I’m afraid I didn’t fully appreciate the position you put...or stuffed me in, back then.”
The tip of his tail slowly slid up to his knee, then back down to his boot again. The gesture brought to mind his caressing my neck back at the Voranian Army Headquarters. Warm tingles scattered down my skin at the recollection.
“You threatened to file a harassment report against me,” I reminded, keeping my voice light—as long as it was all jokes and teasing, I knew how to handle this. Otherwise, I had no idea where it would lead between us or even where it could lead at all.
“I would not utter a word of complaint if you do it again,” he flashed me a cocky grin. “Promise.”
“But there is no need to do it now.”
“Oh, there is.” His voice dipped low as he spread his legs a bit wider. “A powerful need, in fact.”
The soft, rumbling note in his voice stroked something inside me. I swallowed hard, shifting in my seat. A warm sensation rushed through my body, pooling low in my belly. My smile slipped off my face. “Keeping it light” suddenly was no longer possible.
I found nothing to say in reply.
“You know how difficult it is, Emma, trying to seduce a woman when you have to climb forever just to reach her mouth for a kiss?” Humor still bounced in Agan’s vivid-green eyes, masking the burning intensity behind them. Like he had done it back on Tragul, Agan was using his words to hide his feelings.
In this position, it occurred to me, he didn’t need to climb at all. He’d only have to come closer to kiss me. I didn’t know if a kiss was at all possible since we were so different in size, but I wondered what would happen if he tried.
He intercepted my gaze. A corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile, baring the tip of his sharp canine in a devastatingly predatory way. Then, he swiftly rose to his feet, heading my way across the table.
Humor was gone from his eyes as he approached, their color darkened to pine-green under his hooded eyelids.
I jerked my head up, quickly leaning back in my chair and out of his reach.
“Agan... It’s not going to work.”
“Would you let me try?” he stopped right in front of me.
I nervously clasped my hands in my lap, overtaken by last-minute doubts.
“I don’t think it’s possible.”
“But would you want it if it were possible?” he wouldn’t give up.