But tonight?
Tonight was ours.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
AGNES
We barely made it through the door.
Graham kicked it shut behind us, and the sound of the latch clicking into place was swallowed by the desperate noise I made when he lifted me off my feet. My back hit the door, the wood solid and unyielding, and I wrapped my legs around his waist again as his mouth found mine.
This kiss was different from the ones at the standing stones. Those had been frantic and desperate, full of years of longing finally breaking free.
But not this one.
No, this one was deliberate.
His kiss claimed me, seared through me, both a promise and a reckoning.
Bloody hell, but I’d been his all along, hadn’tI?
His tongue swept against mine, tasting, exploring, and I melted into him, no longer having any strength to fight what my body, hell,my heart, my soul, my bloodyeverythingcraved.
Graham’s hands gripped my thighs, pinning me, and once again I was made aware of our size difference. He was just so … muscular. Everywhere. It was impossible not to feel the strength in his arms, his barely leashed power in the way he pressed me against the door. Graham had always been big—tall and solid—but I tried to never let myself think about how he had felt, all those years ago. I’d failed, of course, and I was delighted to find that my memories paled in comparison to feeling the reality of his body pressed against mine once again.
“I’ve ached for this.” His teeth sunk into my lower lip. “Every day for years, I’ve dreamed about having you again.”
“I—” I moaned as he sucked lightly at the sensitive skin at my neck, his beard scraping my skin in the most delicious way.
He pulled back, his gaze intense and hungry. The man looked almost feral. “You’re everything to me, Agnes. Can’t you see that?” He hitched my body closer to his, so no space separated us. “I fall asleep thinking about all the ways I want to have you again. Every inch of your skin I want to taste again.”
Heat flooded through me, pooling low in my belly. “Every inch, huh?”
“I’m a very thorough man.”
He kissed me, deep and consuming, and I think I forgot how to breathe for a moment. His hips pressed forward, pinning me more firmly against the door,and I could feel exactly how much he wanted me. The hard length of him pressed against my core, separated by too many layers of wet fabric, and I rocked against him instinctively, desperate for friction.
Graham made a strangled sound in his throat.
“Bloody hell, Agnes.” His forehead dropped to mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Just wait.Wait. Or I’ll embarrass myself before we’ve even begun.”
“You’d think you’d have learned some control by now?”
He laughed—a rough, broken thing—and kissed me again. His hands slid from my thighs to my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. I hoped theywouldbruise. A baser side of myself wanted to carry the marks of this night on my skin, proof that it had really happened.
“I need to see you,” he said against my mouth. “I need to touch you. All of you.”
“Aye, Graham, you as well. I’m desperate for you.” I was already tugging at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine.
He pulled me away from the door, still holding me like I weighed nothing, and carried me through his flat. I’d been here before, but it had been ages. I tended to stay out of private spaces with Graham if I could.
Because of exactly this.
His bedroom was dim, the only light coming from the streetlamps that had winked on outside the window. He set me down at the foot of his bed and stepped back, his chest heaving.
“Let me look at you.”
I stood there, dripping onto his carpet, my wet clothes clinging to every curve. I should have felt ridiculous.Instead, Graham made me feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
