I reached for the open sides of his waistcoat, pulling him to me before he could turn for the door. My smile was all amusement and allurement.
“I think you look quite attractive,” I purred.
“Only quite?”
I bit my lip, and his amber eyes fell to my mouth. His thumb reached up to unhook my teeth before his lips slanted against mine hard. The kiss was deep and wild but very short. He pulled away abruptly.
“You look so utterly exquisite that I don’t know how I’ll contain myself in there. I want to fuck you so badly; I don’t think you’re ready for when I do.”
Need tightened in my lower stomach, and my fists flexed on his clothing.
“When I next let you fuck me, I’m going to be in charge.”
The gold of his irises flared a shade brighter. The way his eyes shifted hues was like a language only I understood from the privilege of being so close to him.
“Is that so?”
“We’re going to be late,” I said coyly, drifting past him, but I barely got a step before I squealed at the hand he hooked around my middle to pull me back against his front.
His warm breath fanned over my ear. “If you want to play games you should know I’m very competitive.” His words vibrated along my collar while his hand skimmed over the bare skin of my midriff. Boldly, his palm cupped between my legs; the thin material was hardly any barrier to his ministrations when his fingers moved in teasing strokes.
“You already know I don’t lose,” I said, a little breathless, but I pushed my ass against his cock, mimicking his motions, which swiftly made him stop, gripping my hip instead.
“Wicked creature,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder. “Go before I bendyou over that desk and don’t let you leave until the gods hear you screaming my name.”
I stifled a shiver. Nyte took my hand. “As you said, we’re going to be late.”
It was strange, sitting opposite four strangers in a jostling wagon; they accepted us warmly but their confusion-filled glances kept my pulse racing. Nyte assured me he’d manipulated their thoughts to see their expected friends’ faces, not ours.
“Relax,” he said with a note of humor, taking my hand.
“They’re official! I knew it!” A brown haired and dark-skinned man across from us shouted suddenly, “Pay up, Trevor,” thrusting a hand out to the other man, brown haired with a fair complexion, opposite him.
NowIwas confused. Until the only other woman with us giggled, and I noticed her smiling at our joined hands.
Nyte’s mouth leaned to my ear. “We’ve either coaxed along something inevitable or caused two people a whole lot of drama to fix when they wake and make it back to their party.”
“Why does it sound like you’re enjoying this?” I muttered under my breath.
“You have to admit it’s entertaining.”
“You’re troublesome.”
“Of all the things I’ve ever been called, that’s by far the tamest of them.”
“Devious.”
“Insult me like you mean it, Starlight.”
The wagon jostled over some uneven path, which had me bracing a hand on his thigh for balance.
“I can’t,” I said, sharing his breath in our proximity. “I’d be insulting myself when I love everything about you—everything wicked, every flaw.”
“Is this what we have to put up with now?” the pale man with red hair, Trevor, grumbled, turning away from us.
I glanced over my shoulder with a sheepish smile, trying to ignore them amidst my growing nerves.
“You’re being too kind to me,” Nyte said.
