Page 38 of The Banshee and the Warlock

And something else.

"Well now I'm worried you'll be disappointed," he half-jokes.

I reach out and cup his face in my hands. "In you? Never." Sensing that the moment is here, I pull him closer and press my lips against his.

He kisses me back with unexpected tenderness, the conversation seeming to have soothed him of some of his worries.

He moves closer and I shuffle closer to the edge of the desk so I can finally get him out of his clothes.

This time, he doesn't stop me as I push down his waistband, baring him to me.

He lets out a small groan as I start exploring with my fingers, brushing them over his cock and feeling the ridges and swirls that aren't unexpected, but are an intriguing addition, especially when I consider what they might feel like when they're inside me.

He breaks the kiss and moves his attention to my neck, grazing his teeth against my skin. I let out a small moan, most of my thoughts fleeing save for the most important ones.

"Will birth control work?" I ask, my voice coming out husky.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me and only turning me on more. Though from the feel of him in my hand, I'm not the only one with that response.

"Yes."

"And condoms?"

He nibbles at the lobe of my ear. "Special ones."

I let out a disappointed groan. "I don't have any of those."

"I do."

I freeze. "So you weren't going to have sex with me, but you do have condoms for it?"

He pulls back and looks at me. "Of course I do. When I realised you were my mate, I wanted to be prepared in case we did."

"Oh." Warmth fills me at his care. "So when you say you have them, you do mean now, right?" If he says they're in his room, I don't know what I'm going to do. Maybe send him back for them, potion be damned.

An amused smile pulls at the corners of his lips, and he pulls away, leaving me disappointed. It only lasts a moment, as he goes over to his satchel and pulls out a box, bringing it over to me and putting it down.

"Happy?" he teases.

"Oh, very. And curious."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Because you know me," I respond, gesturing for him to come back. The only disappointing thing about him stepping back between my legs is that I can no longer look at him.

"Perhaps I can sate some of that," he murmurs against my lips, capturing me in a deep kiss.

"Please," I say through a whimper.

He runs a hand up my leg and beneath my skirt.

"Yes," I murmur as he pushes my panties aside and finds my entrance.

A gasp escapes me as he pushes his fingers into me and curls them up to hit just the right spot. I grab hold of his arm, bunching up the fabric there and wishing there was none of it.

Warmth spreads through me as a release starts to build.

"Want to try something?" he murmurs into my ear.