“Yes, I want you to name other body parts.” Her breath mists across my lips. “I want you totouchother body parts. I want you to peel me out of these hideous clothes and put your mouth on my skin until I forget all the awful things that’ve happened tonight, and I want you to make me so fucking hot and wet for you that I forget all the awful things that are going to happen tomorrow, too. So, Mr. Relaxation Techniques, if you’re not in the mood to get naked with me and—”
“Hey! Don’t put those blasphemous words inmymouth, scarecrow. When it comes to being naked with you, I’malwaysin the mood. Hell, I could literally be on fire and I’d still be begging for a chance to make you writhe beneath me.”
She slides a hand up my thigh, soft fingers brushing against my cock, already hard. “Then what’s the holdup?”
Fucking hell.
Twenty-four hours ago, I would’ve had her pinned down by now, my tongue between her thighs, my name echoing up to the rooftop like a wicked curse from her lips.
Now, I glance up at Rook, wondering what the cheeky bastard would say about all this. Wondering if this is even remotely okay.
Then I damn near laugh, because I know exactly what he’d say.
Carry on, then. I’ll just be over here getting an eyeful while I jerk off to the sound of her moans…
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask, returning my full attention to Westlyn. To her silky, seductive touch that’s sending shivers straight down to my balls.
She closes her eyes and nods. “I need to feel alive. And nothing makes me feel more alive—more connected—than when you’re inside me.”
Fuckme. This whole situation is beyond fucked, but I can’tstandto see her in pain. There’s nothing I won’t do to erase the ache in her heart, even if it’s just for an hour.
And Rook?
Hell, I know he’d feel the same way.
“Please, Jude,” she whispers. “Touch me.”
Every last protest I can think of dies right there.
I grab her wrist and bring it up to my mouth, drawing a delicate circle with my tongue that leaves her trembling.
“You want me to fuck you in front of the fire, little scarecrow?” I whisper. “While our naughty professor watches?”
Another smile peeks out from the darkness, and she nods. “I think he’d approve.”
“So we’re doing this for Rook, then,” I tease.
“Oh, absolutely. One hundred percent.”
I glance up at Rook and wink. “Taking one for the team here, resident genius. You’redefinitelygonna owe me when you get back.”
I swear he winks at me in return, and even I’m laughing a bit now.
But we all know the real deal here. Death is a constant companion. And nothing keeps it at bay quite like raw, unfiltered passion.
I peel her right the fuck out of those clothes, then push her down on the couch and stretch out behind her, bringing her back to my chest.
She lets out a soft sigh and rests her head on my arm, the fire crackling, the rest of the main floor dark and quiet.
Fucking heaven.
I skim my palm down her ribs and slide it across her belly, slowly circling lower and lower. Goosebumps pebble on her soft skin.
“Are you cold, darling?” I whisper, kissing her bare shoulder.
“No. I’m perfect.”
“Then arch your back for me and spread your thighs.”
