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“I don’t know. I have told myself I shouldn’t, I can’t, I won’t, but here I am doing what I have forbidden myself. Jazmine Decker, everything you are touches something inside me … you are in my head, you are …” His kisses traveled to her neck, and then he nibbled up to her ear, where his tongue tickled her senses in a way that made her knees turn to mush.
“I … you … this …” she squeaked incoherently.
“When you came rushing at me—just before, when I returned from tracking the wizard—there was a look in your eyes, sweet Fios, such a look. I want to see that in your eyes again.” He locked gazes with her and then visibly sucked in air as he murmured with great satisfaction, “There—that look.”
He resumed nibbling and kissing her neck and earlobe and seemed in no rush to move towards her lips.
More than one part of her wanted him to get to her lips. She whispered hoarsely, “But this is … will complicate—”
He cut her off. “Not complicated at all. I am attempting to show you that I am at full potential already,” he answered, crushing her into his embrace.
His deep accent always swept through her senses. She loved his voice and the way he had of putting things.
His nibbling, kissing, licking scorched her flesh and made her want more, so much more, but this wasn’t meant to be. It just wasn’t. She had to find the strength to stop him. She simply had to stop him.
Why? Tammy asked in her head.
Well, because, she answered her friend.
Idiot, didn’t I tell you to just let yourself enjoy the moment? Jazz, here is your moment, Tammy clucked at her.
“Okie dokie,” she answered her friend right out loud.
“Okie dokie?” Trevor repeated with a boyish grin. “I like that … it has a promise in the sound.
She said, hearing the huskiness in her own voice, “Full potential, yes, yes, I see that. I believe you are at full potential.” Something inside her still resisted, and she added, “But we have other matters to attend to … now.”
“None like to this,” he answered in that Old World style that drove her libido into overdrive.
She groaned, and her lips parted. She so wanted his nibbling to find her lips, and then his mouth covered hers, and his tongue dove inside with an intensity that made her toes curl. Yes, she thought. Her toes were curling, and she wanted out of her shoes, out of her clothes.
It was as though he read her mind.
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He scarcely blinked, and her clothes were gone.
She was fully naked and still in his arms, her flesh pressed up against—oh yeah, she thought. Now his clothes were gone, and he was pushing her back against the wainscoting of the library wall, pressing his naked body into hers.
Fire—her body was on fire, itching uncontrollably for his touch, but she was also stunned at the suddenness of it all. Who was this woman responding to him with such abandon? She was always slow and steady. She didn’t just jump into bed with—holy shit, his hands moved just right.
She tried to find her voice, but it came out as a croak. “Clothes … put on my clothes.”
“But they will be in our way,” he answered reasonably.
He stood at full attention just a bit apart from her, and her eyes swept over him, lingered on his huge, dancing shaft, and then snapped up to his face. She swallowed and repeated with a moan, “Clothes … yours, mine … on.”
He immediately complied but ran a frenzied hand through his flaxen locks. His gold eyes held confusion as he said, “I am sorry … I misread you …”
He hadn’t. He simply hadn’t misread her. She had been dreaming about him, wanting him, imagining him on her, in her, and when he had so generously allowed Frankie to practice her magic on him, she realized all in one thought that he was the one.
She had finally found her hero, and he could never really be hers.
~ Eight ~
PRINCE TREVOR DIDN’T need much sleep. After Jazmine Decker’s rejection, he couldn’t have slept even if he had tried.
He spent the night, instead, trying to devise different scenarios and various plans to deal with the threats at hand. He had made light of Hordly’s and Baudali’s union, but theirs would be a formidable power.
