He wagered he could pinpoint the exact moment—the precise flick of his tongue—that would make her come. But he wanted to prolong it, hold her at the edge of madness and keep her there, just because he could. So he slowed his fingers, gave her a measly kiss, forced himself to hold back and kiss her thigh.
Jane whined softly. “Caedmon.”
Insufferably slow, he closed his mouth over her again, then drew back, breathing against her.
“Caed.” His name was a plea, her hips stretching towards him. Her lambent eyes met his. “Please.”
Reagan grinned before he pressed his mouth to her again, working her until she screamed.
It was all the wicked confirmation he needed. That he knew her inside and out, knew the pattern of her breath and the exact sound she made when her climax was about to reach its glorious peak.
Just as before, an obnoxious surge of satisfaction ripped through him at having drawn those sounds from her.
Reagan kissed her glistening skin one more time before pulling himself up and bracing atop her.
“You are,” she said, still breathing hard, “such a prick.”
He laughed low under his breath, noting the flush on her face. His head dipped to catch her nipple in his teeth. She whimpered.
“Perhaps.”Oh, definitely. “But I think you like that about me.”
“You’re delusional.”
The irreverent tone had him stiffening harder. He needed her.
Reagan angled himself between her legs. The way her body stretched toward his was all the request he needed before he sank into her.
Both of them shuddered. Jane wrapped her beautiful legs around him, crossing her ankles just above his lower back, and tugged.
The next thrust drove him to the hilt, and Reagan all but growled like an animal. Her breath shook out of her, and her nails clawed at his back, at his waist. Andcurses, the way she felt, the way she looked at him with such unguarded need as he pushed into her, held him in the most entranced state of his life.
Yesterday he had been too desperate, too starved. But now they found a familiar, measured rhythm that kept him insideher for longer. He’d barely let her wake, yet Jane met his pace instantly.
And then she tested his restraint, halting him with a hand on his chest.
He drew back, reading her, watching Jane shift onto her stomach, lifting that perfect, creamy ass for him.
Reagan cursed, mouth watering, and thought he caught her sly grin. He’d answer her challenge in kind. He spread her knees wider, gripped those luscious hips, and leaned in, licking her thoroughly.
Jane gasped, fingers digging into the cushions, but she stayed, matching his want with her own. He’d taste every inch, claim every part of her one day. Not now. Not when his cock throbbed this hard and desperate.
He bent over her and thrust without holding back. Reagan would have their whole lives to explore her, and an odd sort of peace settled in him at the thought.
???
Jane’s head rested on his chest, her hands drifting in long caresses, tracing the lines of his stomach.
“I swear it. Barracus came with the Hall,” Reagan said, and she chuckled. “No. He rose through the ranks as a battle mage, but he was already commander for my parents.”
“What about Cerridwen?” she asked.
“Cerridwen was a close friend of my mother’s,” he explained, brushing a curl from her temple. “I think she was tired of teaching and wanted something different, so she became Second.”
Jane exhaled and tipped her gaze toward the ceiling. “And Gwin and Finn entered the staff two years after you took over?”she asked, and he assented. “I can’t believe I never asked that before.”
“Because you were always distracted by my cock,” Reagan said, grinning.
Her eyes narrowed on him, the shimmer of her access brimming in her hazel irises. “Yes. That must be it.”
