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Chapter 15
Bal was studying Nayome, with a thoughtful look on his face, a smile tugging at his lips.
Meeting his eye, Nayome’s laughter slowly died. The air between them felt thick with tension still, the events of the last few days adding palpable weight to the room. But her laughing fit had done a good job of alleviating some of it. Realizing how close they were sitting, Nayome felt the warmth of Bal’s presence as she leaned back into the couch where he had draped his arm behind her. A different kind of tension started to fill the space between them as Nayome considered the man beside her.
God, he looks good.
Nayome could feel her rational thoughts start to slide away as she took him in; strong jaw and thick chestnut hair illuminated by the firelight. She remembered the feeling of her fingers sinking into his hair. Her hands curled into fists at the memory, which shot a tingling warmth through her fingertips.
“Is checking to make sure my mind wasn’t addled the only reason you came today?” Nayome asked, feeling like she needed to know the answer to that question above all else, all of a sudden. Maybe it was because it was her last night in Scotland, maybe it was the glass of wine, which had given her a pleasant head buzz. But she wanted to know what drove him here.
“No,” Bal said, setting his wine glass down on the coffee table and shifting his weight so he was facing her.
Nayome waited for him to elaborate, but nothing else was forthcoming. Lower lip jutting out in a slight pout, she jumped when Bal’s hand reached out to stroke a tendril of hair behind her ear.
Nayome suddenly became very aware of her appearance. She hadn’t expected any company tonight. She was dressed in comfortable leggings and an old sweater, her hair up in a top knot with some loose tendrils frizzing out the size. Bal on the other hand looked perfect, as always. Hair smooth and dark, framing his brow in a way that highlighted his sharp, masculine bone structure.
“You’re beautiful,” Nayome said quietly, flushing with embarrassment.
“I don’t light a candle to you,” Bal whispered. His hand slid down her neck, gently brushing her shoulder, leaning in close to her.
“Wait,” Nayome whispered, just as their lips were about to meet. Her body was screaming at her to let this continue. “I leave tomorrow.”
“Ah, yes,” Bal said simply.
“Is this…should we be…?”
“I don’t have any answers for you,” Bal said.
Her mind flashed back to that moment right before the wolves had prepared for attack, to that voice in her head that had been filled with regret. Missed opportunities. She felt herself on the precipice of something, one small leap and she might have one of those experiences that helped propel you through life. Or, she could stumble and fall, taking another chip out of herself on the way down.
“Bal?” Nayome’s eyes lowered to her hands that were still curled into tight first in her lap, a blush working it’s way up her neck. “I want to know what it’s like to be with you.”
Nayome heard the breath leave his lungs in a quick burst.
“Are you sure?” He asked, eyes bright. The attraction settling between them was palpable.
Nodding, Nayome opened her mouth to continue, but before she could embarrass herself with more words, Bal was on her. Lips crushed hers to him, and she moaned as he dragged her onto his lap.
Nayome felt the tension, and worry of the realities surrounding them disappear as she let herself go, giving into the moment. All other thoughts were driven out of her head, there was no room for them with the heady sensations of Bal’s hands massaging down her back, his lips demanding that she open for him.
On her next moan, his tongue slid into her mouth, stroking her softly with a gentle rhythm that hinted at what was to come, and had languid pleasure soaring through her every nerve ending.
Needing more, Nayome started to tug at his shirt. A black button up this time.Too many buttons, she thought dimly as she fumbled with them.
“Aah” Bal moaned, as he broke the kiss and started to help her.
Nayome was struck momentarily dumb by the perfectly sculpted abs rippling under his smooth tanned skin, revealed as Bal undid the final button and shrugged off the offending garment. Reaching out, she stroked a hand up the hard length of his abdomen, reveling in the feeling of his hot skin under her palms.
Both of their breathing was labored as Nayome worked her hands up his chest, ending with arms slung around his neck as she leaned in for another searing kiss.
“Uh uh” Bal stopped her just before their lips made contact.
“What?” Nayome asked, not recognizing the sound of her own voice, impatient and breathy with need.
Bal chuckled, the sound dark and sensual, as he began tugging at her sweater. “I want your skin on mine,” he growled, as he raised her arms over her head, pulling the sweater off and tossing it to the side, landing in a heap beside his discarded shirt. “Oh God, yes.”
Nayome hadn’t been wearing anything underneath, her small breasts now exposed to the cool air, pink nipples taught. Bal shifted her weight in his lap so he could capture one of her breasts in his mouth. His mouth was magical, was all Nayome could think, as he nipped and sucked gently, sending electric shocks of pleasure straight to her core.
