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“England?”
He exhales. “We sure have a lot of ground to cover. Let’s start with why you’re here.”
“You brought me here.”
“I mean Starlight. Why are you…in Starlight, Summer?”
Summer. I smile inside, absurdly happy with the name I chose. I don’t know how to answer his question, though. I didn’t even know I was in a place called Starlight. How should I know what I planned to do here?
“Where is your accent from?” Boyd presses, another way. He moves to sit next to me on the couch, releasing a long exhale that melts his shoulders down his back. I look at him, his strong profile that further enhances his rugged appeal. To my surprise he takes my arm and strokes it up and down with his fingertips.
Boyd’s soothing touch sends a fire across my skin. “I don’t have an accent. You have an accent,” I tease.
He’s not having it. “Summer,” he clips. “Why—are—you—here?”
My arm goes immune to the pleasure of his rubs. “I don’t know.”
His eyes narrow. “Where did you come from?”
That’s an easier question, at least. But if I tell him the truth, won’t he call them over? Boyd does not strike me as a man under their control. Under any control—except for his own. Although, even that brand of stalwart self-possession seems a little bit tremulous, under the circumstance…
“The Lights,” I spit out before I can stop myself. Please don’t send me back there, please, please, don’t.
“What does that mean? Where is that?”
I look at him for a long stretch. He really doesn’t know? The intense lust in his eyes has morphed into an equally darkened, foreboding expression. Tortured in a different kind of way.
“You’re hiding something,” Boyd’s commanding voice vibrates my entire body. He stares acutely at me. I watch the way he becomes aware. Of my movements. My line of sight. My thoughts. My soul. It’s like those eyes of his can see all the way deep.
I guardedly shift my gaze.
“We can do it like this”—his tone deepens further as he gesticulates between us and then at the untouched vessel of amber fluid—“or I can pin your delectable body down and fuck all your bad little secrets out of you, foxy.” Roiling tension flexes in his cheek as my mouth slakes, his head cocking to one side. He is for real. My legs squeeze together, tight, as more wet warmth gathers down there.
He dips his head to mine, his coarse warmth tickling the shell of my ear. I feel my nipples puckering hard as gooseflesh races down my chest.
“You’d like that better, wouldn’t you, princess? You’d like me to feed you a nice, full dick with your name on it first,” Boyd growls out, baring his teeth, his finger trailing up over the round of my shoulder, skating across my collarbone and finding my heavy, heavy pulse.
A strangled whimper leaves my throat.
“I’ll suck on your pretty tits, Summer. I’ll lick your pussy, I’ll lap it up all fucking night. Watch me do it. Watch me guzzle down every last drop of that sweetness I can smell from up here. Or…I can drag your thighs up around my waist and fit my whole cock deep in that tight, virgin fuck hole, if that’s how you want it.” And oh, my fucking, god. I have no idea what to think or say or do or anything. No comprehensible thought, just feathers in my head being pitched up, sideways and down.
My breath punches out of me, then ricochets back. “How do you know…I’m a virgin?” is—evidently—the takeaway.
Boyd laughs. “I do now.”
“Tricky.” I frown, but I am impressed. Sort of.
“I’m just getting started with you, little nymph,” he needles, grinning mischievously. Next thing he swoops in and captures my entire mouth with his, grabbing me in a breathless soul-penetrating kiss.
Fireworks explode behind my eyes.
My hips buckle, my jaw softening, yielding for him.
Coaxing my mouth wide open, Boyd’s tongue finds mine, licking and tasting, dancing and twirling, playing, provoking. He tastes so heady and masculine and surprisingly…sweet. He cinches our bodies closer, closer. My word he is strong. The room spins dizzyingly as I meld to him, mewling and writhing my center needfully against the thick, hard swell of his sex. Oh god, I could rub out the ache this way until my pussy catches fire or becomes painfully raw.
“No more,” he groans, breaking the kiss and the spell on it.
“I…” my voice tremors.
