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I pulled the towel tighter around me. “It’s just been a lot of information to take in. I needed space to breathe.”
“I figured.” He nodded. “After Myra said you disappeared to the bathroom, and I heard the shower, I guessed you were probably trying to blot out the world.”
I glared at him halfheartedly. “Yeah, well someone told me I couldn’t drink while we worked this case.”
“I need you in top form.” He shrugged. “Always do. It’s hard for me when you don’t take care of yourself.”
“I never meant to worry you. I hope you know that,” I said. The mixture of cool air and his warmth gave me chills. “I should get dressed.”
Jackson blinked and stood up. “Wha—yeah. I’ll leave you to it.”
I folded the towel around my body and leapt to my feet as he started to leave. “Jack, can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.” He stopped and turned towards me. “What’s up?”
“Well, um, what would you do if my powers weren’t an issue? What would our life be like?” Those questions had weighed on me since I read Viktor’s letter.
A shadow crossed Jackson’s face, and his eyes drifted down to where I’d tucked the towel around my breasts. “I’d come home... I miss waking up next to you.”
“Good.”
“I’m not done.” He took a step towards me, his eyes moving from my breasts to my collarbone, my jaw, and then finally my eyes. His gaze felt like fire licking against my skin.
I swallowed. “Oh.”
He took another step towards me. “I’d come home and rip that towel off your body. I’d run my hands along your arms…” His hands drifted over my wrists to my shoulders, hovering an inch from my skin. Just close enough I could feel the preternatural heat radiating from him. “Then with one hand I’d trace the line of your collarbone, and the other I’d slip…” His right hand dropped and pressed the edge of the towel between my legs. An electric jolt shocked every nerve ending in my body.
“Jack!” My hand closed around his wrist, but I couldn’t push him away, no matter how much magic stirred in the pit of my stomach getting ready to give me a vision. All I could do was focus on him. On how much I needed him in that moment.
Jackson smiled as his left hand pressed the towel into my stomach, and he walked me backwards into the wall. His fingers pressed harder at the apex of my thighs, and I groaned, as he began to stroke my clit in a teasing rhythm. I grabbed his belt and I pulled him closer. He braced his left hand against the wall by my head and kicked my feet a little further apart.
His touch sent ripples of ecstasy through my body, making every bone ache. My lips trembled and my eyes closed.
“Look at me,” he hissed. “I want to see you.”
“Jack, this isn’t fair. What about—”
“Shhh, just feel it. Feel me,” he said.
I nodded and met his gaze again, the edges of my vision blurring. I could feel him. Not his skin, but his presence, his lust. My hand brushed over the seam in his pants, and a growl rumbled in his throat.
Vicious need clawed at my chest. Damn the visions. I wanted more. Ripping my towel away, I pulled the barrier from between us. Jackson jerked his hand back, and looked around wildly, trying to gauge my intentions.
Sliding my hands up his chest and around his neck, I pressed my body against him from head to toe, whispering against his lips. “Kiss me.”
He hesitated for a millisecond, and then closed the little space that remained between us. His fingers returned to my sex and I whimpered against his mouth as they made their way inside. He pressed me into the wall, and his free hand pulled my left leg up, hooking it around his waist. The heat was incredible. It burned away the icy chill I’d gotten in the shower and replaced it with molten lava.
Jackson bit my neck, demanding submission, and my knees wobbled again as his fingers thrust harder inside me, curling and uncurling against that devious little spot I could never seem to reach on my own. Tension knotted in my chest, and my breath caught in my throat as the release hit. Magic roared under my skin, my body aching with its fervor. My hands trembled against him, and he took a step back, ripping away from me. I collapsed on the floor.
“I thinkIneed a shower now,” he croaked. “I’ll leave you to get dressed.”
My wits were scattered. I couldn’t answer. All I could do was watch him retreat out into the hall. I raked my fingers through my hair. What the hell was that? When I’d asked him about our life together, I hadn’t expected him to—
Shaking from my reverie, I staggered to the dresser. I pulled on the first clothes I could find and darted down the stairs and into the library. Sex aside, I wanted a life with Jackson. I wanted to kiss him and be held by him. I refused to die as Cecilia did: mad and alone. If Viktor’s gift, the Tartarus Cuff, could suppress my powers, then I needed to use it. I needed to know for sure if it worked.
Ringing the gong to open Viktor’s annex, I stepped inside and whispered a message spell, asking Shado to meet me. If I was going to test the cuff, I wouldn’t get Jackson’s hopes up. I turned the box around on the worktable and pried it open.
Inside, sitting on a soft purple cushion, the metal glittered. Every inch of its polished surface was etched with runes and sigils. I recognized some of them as Norse, others as Greek, but together they translated into gibberish.
