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I’m an ex-homicide cop. I’ve been through shit worse than this—dealt with a serial killing spirit that possessed his descendants to keep killing… dealt with a warlock cult that murdered people so that it could use their life force to keep a revenant alive. What’s a neo-Aztec sacrificial cult that can use a soul in a pendant like a fucking battery?
Fucking terrifying is what it is.
I turned Taavi’s face to mine, trying to make up for the fact that I didn’t have words by using my mouth for something else—his lips were warm and soft and tasted ofmolésauce, earthy and spicy, and he grounded me, keeping my fears from spiraling out of control.
He shifted in my lap, turning to so that he could deepen the kiss. He used his good hand to tug the elastic off the end of my braid, then pulled my hair out of its plaits until it fell in waves around my face and shoulders.
Then he tangled his fingers in the pale strands and pulled my head back, exposing my throat to his lips and tongue.
I ran my hands up his back under the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin against my palms.
He made an impatient sound, then let go of my hair to wrestle his t-shirt off, the cotton catching on the edge of his cast and drawing a growl from him. I gently helped ease the fabric over the plaster, then bent to place a kiss on his bicep above the cast. Then a little higher up on his shoulder, then into that soft spot where his neck met his trapezius.
Taavi shifted, then, straddling my lap, his fist returning to my hair to pull my head back, forcing me to look up at his mismatched eyes and sharp features. His back was hot under my hands, the skin smooth and soft, the muscle firm and slightly rippled.
He kissed me again, hungry and possessive, his tongue insistent as it plundered my mouth. I groaned into him, wanting more of him—more heat, more skin, and definitely less denim.
I pushed my fingers under the waistband of his jeans, feeling the dimples at the top of his ass, the swell of his butt, the very top of the cleft that led exactly where I wanted to go. If he was willing to let me, anyway.
Then he pushed off my lap, and I made a soft noise of protest, but he held out his hand. “Come to bed?”
I took his hand, and he pulled me over to the bed, its curtain already drawn back.
Even in the shadows, I could read the question on his face in the dim light filtering in from the streetlamps outside. I ran my fingers over his hair, around his cheeks and along his jaw so I could lift his face to mine.
His good hand clenched in the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer.
There wasn’t ever going to be enough of a closer, as far as I was concerned.
Then Taavi broke away, long before I wanted him to.
“Val?”
“Yeah?” I was still a little breathless.
He sucked on his lower lip. “I—” He swallowed. “Do you—”
I lifted his chin with my fingers. “You’re in charge,” I told him, my voice low and soft. “I want anything you want.Everythingyou want.”
I saw him draw in a sharp breath, his nostrils flaring. “Are—are you sure?”
“Unless you’re planning to murder me.”
His lips quirked. “Not really my thing. We Maya gave up human sacrifice a few centuries ago.”
“Then we’re good.”
He studied me for a long moment, then his fingers trailed down my chest to grip the edge of the button placket on my shirt. “Take this off?”
He’d barely finished the sentence before my fingers were flying through the buttons, and I shrugged out of it and dropped it on the floor. Taavi slid his hand up my stomach and across my chest, and I sucked in a breath, running my hands over his shoulders and down his back.
Taavi pulled me closer, his lips pressing against the hollow between my collarbones, his fingers skimming back down over my chest and down my stomach. Another kiss, his lips warm, a few inches lower, and another as his thumb brushed over my nipple, and I sucked in a breath. Then his hand ran around the side of my rib cage, and he pulled me toward him while his mouth, hot and wet, followed the path his thumb had taken.
My whole body caught fire.
My fingers tangled in his hair, trying to be gentle as his tongue teased hypersensitive nerves. And then he took his lips elsewhere, the shock of cool air pulling a shudder from me.
The next kiss was placed at the curve of my ribcage, the one after that just above my navel, causing my stomach and my balls to clench.
