She was, but not for the reason she thought.
“Is Oliver going to join us tomorrow?”she asked.
“Why?Do you want him to come?”I growled, feeling a jealous serpent raising its head.
“Just wondering.He’s a nice man.I hope he can sleep and isn’t awake feeling guilty about what happened.”
“Fuck Oliver.He’s fine.”
“Goodness, you’re grouchy again all of a sudden.”
I was, but not entirely because of Oliver.I’d not accounted for the torture of lying so close to Davina and not touching her.
Not tasting her.
Not claiming her.
Fuck.
I didn’t realize I’d said it aloud until she said, “What’s wrong?”
“You need to stop talking.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“What’s wrong?”
I knew she wouldn’t stop, knew of only one way to silence her that didn’t involve becoming a dragon and swallowing her whole.
I dragged her close and kissed her.
ChapterThirteen
His lips met mine,and once more, that magic that happened when we touched occurred.Like someone lit a match, igniting my passion, hypersensitizing my flesh, turning off my brain before it could ask, should I do this?
Yes, I should, and, barring interruptions, we were in the right place for it to happen.
Just me and Alistair in a great big bed, and this time, the kiss didn’t stop.
We kissed, our mouths moving and sliding, tasting and caressing.Our pants hot and mixed.He held me close, and while I knew my heart raced, it delighted to feel the fast thump of his own inside his chest.How glorious that he seemed just as excited.
He rolled me onto my back, and his body partially covered mine as we continued to embrace, his hand lightly stroking up and down my torso over the shirt at first, then under, tracing my skin.While I’d not worn it long, I suddenly couldn’t wait to remove the shirt he’d let me borrow.My fingers grasped the hem, and soon as he realized my intent, the fabric went flying, leaving my upper body bared to his view.
“Mmm,” he hummed, his gaze on my breasts.“Perfectly ripe peaches.”
I’d never been compared to fruit before.“I assume that’s a good thing?”Given my self-esteem issues, I had to ask.
“Ilovepeaches,” he purred before he proceeded to show me.He devoured me.I mean, like, his mouth literally latched on and sucked and licked.All the while, he hummed in pleasure, whereas I trembled with building need.
When he finished feasting on my breasts, he inched down my body, kissing his way over my rounded belly, spending a moment nuzzling my pubes.Unlike the modern trend women followed these days, I didn’t shave it bare, just trimmed it.He didn’t seem to mind.
He kissed my thighs, and as if it were a secret password, they parted for him, revealing my sex to his gaze.Not that he stared for long.He buried his face between my legs, and I shivered as his hot breath fluttered against my moist flesh.A moan escaped me at the first stroke of his tongue.A lick that had my hips arching.
He lapped at me, parting my folds, teasing the opening to my sex, tasting me and groaning in enjoyment.When he concentrated on my clit, I just about hit the ceiling, I bucked so hard.He pinned me down, holding me with ease as he teased my sensitive button, making me tighten in anticipation.
An anticipation that turned into a climax when he thrust two fingers into me and pumped them.
