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“I cannae reach.” His teeth grazed her skin.
“Harder,” she gasped, surprising herself. “More.”
“Aye,” he said. “Lift them, mo bhilis. Bring them to my mouth, and I’ll give ye all that ye ask.”
His hips thrust, once, then stilled.
She wiggled, tightened her legs, the muscles of her thighs flexing against the bones of his hips, drawing him closer, but he would not move; he would not give her what she wanted, what she must have.
“Open yer eyes.”
If possible his had gone even bluer. They shone like neon in the night.
His tongue shot out, and he licked the swell of her right breast and then the left. “I cannae reach,” he repeated, sliding his arms along her back to support her. “Lift them.”
She understood what he wanted, and heat shot through her at the image of what she must do. Their gazes locked; she lifted her breasts and watched as he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled, first gently, his tongue slipping over and back like warm water in a bath, then faster and rougher, pressing her against the roof of his mouth, squeezing and taunting, even as his hips began to move.
She cupped her breasts in her palms, relishing the movement of his jaw against her fingers as he worked her above, the slide of his hips against her straining thighs as he did the same down below. Cradled in his embrace, with him cradled in hers, they rose, then fell together, gasping, thrusting, coming.
They stayed that way until the tremors died; then he lifted his head, kissed her brow, disentangled himself, and went to the shower, his hair spreading across his shoulders like an ebony curtain.
Kris sat there, the lovely languor dying as she waited for him to either turn it off and leave or get in, wash up.
Then leave.
Instead, he checked the temperature, turned, and stretched out his hand.
CHAPTER 13
“Le do thoil,” Liam murmured. “Kill me.”
Kris slept at his side, so warm and soft, so willing. But then how could she not be willing? He was seduction in human form. She’d had little choice once he’d kissed her.
He’d had her again after the shower, this time in the bed, and the sex had been as good as he remembered sex being.
No. That wasn’t true. The sex was much better than he ever remembered sex being.
She’d tasted of the sun on the water and smelled like the moon in the rain. He’d wanted to stay inside of her forever, to hear her sweet cries for the rest of his life, to feel her breath on his face and her skin pressed to his as the years alone melted away.
*
Kris dreamed of Nessie.
Long and gray and sleek, she slid beneath the water as Kris watched, and filmed, from above.
In her sleep Kris shifted, murmured, and was soothed by cool hands on her fevered skin, gentle lips on a furrowed brow. She settled back into the dream.
Where she fell and fell, then kept on falling. What would she find at the bottom?
Water, and a lot of it. Kris slammed through the surface and shot into the deep. She couldn’t see; she couldn’t breathe. Her chin hurt; she tasted blood, and in the gloom something slithered.
She jerked toward it, but the murky mill of the loch prevented her from seeing just what it was. She was bumped in the back. She tried to swim away, to kick upward toward air. Instead, a whirlwind surrounded her, throwing her every which way, then pulling her back. Right before she passed out, she saw eyes shining from the face of a snake.
Kris came awake gasping, choking, swimming, or trying to. But she wasn’t in water; she was in bed, and her legs were tangled in the sheets. She wasn’t drowning; she was breathing—great, greedy gulps of blessed air.
She also wasn’t any more alone now than she’d been then.
“A thaisgidh,” Liam murmured. “Yer safe. Yer safe here with me. I willnae let anything bring ye harm.”
