Slowly, he transformed his left index finger into a black claw. I nodded the okay, and he hooked it into my shirt collar, shredding it down the middle. Fabric pooled at my sides as he made a second cut to free me of my bra.
“Let me prove how focused I am on you,” he rumbled, palming one of my breasts, rolling his thumb over the rising peak. “Let me show you that you are the only one I think of.”
“Okay.” He didn’t have to ask me twice. “But then it’s my turn.”
The crease of his smile left me doubting he would hand over the reins anytime soon, and it didn’t bother me one bit. He gathered both my wrists in one hand and pinned them over my head and against the chill wood of my headboard. Shivers broke across my skin, and he traced a line of them down my neck with a sharp claw that dulled into a gentle fingertip before returning his hand to cup my breast.
He lowered his head, his warm mouth drawing on my skin. His tongue slid across my nipple, and a breath caught in mythroat. I arched up to him, and he nipped the tender nub before switching his focus to my other breast. I lasted a few minutes before I was writhing under him, wishing I could wiggle off my shorts. No. Wiggle offhispants. I couldn’t touch him with him binding my hands, and it was torture.
As he trailed his hand down my stomach, slipping into the waistband of my shorts, I forgot how to breathe. He eased under the elastic band from my panties and cupped me in his palm. He found the taut bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs and flicked his thumb across it, adding a staticky jolt with his powers that bowed my spine and catapulted me into an orgasm.
Heart pounding, vision blurring, I shut my eyes as the pleasure rippled through my limbs.
Another burst of energy fizzled through me, igniting my core, and I flew apart…
…only to merge together in a swirl of dark motes at the foot of the bed.
“Uh,” I said eloquently, shocked to find myself standing behind him.
As if time had frozen for the handful of seconds it took for me to manifest, he tumbled face-first into the mattress then spun aside, his eyes wild. Their feral intensity only lessened when he saw I was whole and unharmed. The boobs hanging out probably helped too. He seemed very attached to those.
“For a second...” Kierce sank onto his back, grinding his palms into his eyes. “I thought…”
“Yeah. It startled me too.” I shucked my torn shirt and bra then shimmied out of my shorts and panties. “Who knew all it would have taken was one orgasm to teach me how to teleport? We should have tried this sooner instead of me having to learn the hard way.” I took advantage of my new position, pouncing on him then swinging my leg over his hips. “Though I don’t mind this view one bit.”
“Frankie.” His eyes shot open, his hands going to my waist. “You’re naked.”
From the way his gaze kept snagging on its way south, he liked what he saw, which made it easier for me to let him look his fill.
“Hmm.” I yanked on his shirt until he sat up then pulled it over his head and flung it aside. “That is how sex works. Maybe your memory isn’t as good as you thought.” I reached for the button on his pants. “If you need a refresher, I’m happy to walk you through the tricky bits.”
Amusement roughened his tone, and he tucked his arms behind his head, allowing me to do with him as I saw fit. “Are you?”
“What can I say?” I got to work on the zipper then tugged until the fabric cleared his hips. “I’m a giver.”
After peeling the denim halfway down his thighs, he kicked off his boots and toed off his socks, but I had gotten distracted along the way. I lowered my head, kissed his hipbone, then took his hot length into my mouth. A groan tore from his throat, and he fisted one hand in my hair while the other cinched in the sheets.
“Frankie,” he gasped, hips bucking, his breaths sawing from his lungs.
He barely let me have a taste before he lifted me by the waist, kicked his pants clear, and rolled me under him. “Hey.” I pouted up at him. “No fair.”
One wide hand parted my thighs, and he settled between them. The tip of him brushed the core of me, and I forgot what I was saying. I sank my fingernails into his shoulders and tilted my hips up to him, but he shook his head, his arms trembling.
“Hey,” I said again, gentler this time. “I’ve got you.”
After crossing my ankles at the small of his back, I reached between us, sliding my hand down his length until he groanedmy name. As I pulled his hips forward, I guided him into me, my eyes rolling shut from the pleasant burn.
“Frankie.” His lips brushed my throat, giving way to stinging nips over my jaw. “You feel so good.”
“You know what would make me feel even better?”
Instantly, I held his full attention, a crease of worry gathering between his brows.
Smoothing away the line with my thumb, I kicked him in the butt, grinning when he took the hint.
Kierce thrust into me, swallowing my gasp as he set a punishing rhythm that left me clawing at his back. “More.”
He gave it to me.
