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“I think it had better wait,” I growl.
And then I kiss her with everything I have.
Chapter46
Alindra
IT’S A DEAL
Phaedron kisses me like he’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping his head above the waves.
He kisses me so deeply, and for so long, that I feel like I’ve never been kissed before. Our lips and tongues dance together as the rest of the world tips to the side, then falls away, and all that’s left are the gasps and whispers of our breath, the pounding of our hearts, and the slide of skin against skin.
His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into him, and I moan as his cock pulses through the layers of fabric that separate us. I let my hand trail down his back, across the flat planes of his muscles, to the soft leather of his pants. Phaedron pulls back slightly, his tongue still moving inside me as he releases my waist and runs his fingers up the inside of my thigh.
My back stiffens and my legs tremble as his hand brushes the thin fabric of the shorts I’m wearing. Tangled memories of our night together in his cabin crash over me. Stars, he felt so good, using the magic of his fingers and his lips to bring me over the edge before I’d even made it to the bed.
But this time, I want more. And I’m not the same foolish girl who was afraid to dream of anything more than the dark storage room with Balmyr.
I twist my hips away from Phaedron’s amazing fingers, then break our kiss. Phaedron pants into the space between us.
“Get on the bed,” I manage to growl.
Phaedron’s lips curl. By all the names of all the stars, I didn’t realize how much I’d missed that smile. It’s like the sun rising above the edge of the mountains.
“Is that a yes?” Phaedron whispers as his hand traces a path up the curve of my ass. “Are you accepting my offer?”
His offer. All the nights, and all the mornings. I step back before my resolve can crumble like sand.
“I’m considering it,” I reply.
“Considering—” he begins.
I cut him off with a kiss, my lips pressed to his, this time frantic and deep, pressing, demanding, needing. I wrap my hands around his shoulders and push him back as I drive into him with my kisses until his legs hit the edge of the bed.
And we both fall backward, me on top of him, into the pile of quilts I’d so neatly arranged on top of my narrow little mattress. I pull away, gasping, and find Phaedron staring up at me with those sky-blue eyes I’d found so strange when he first crashed into my world and a deep flush spread across his cheeks. I shift back, and—
Oh, stars! I moan as my hips slide over the hard heat of his cock, thrumming inside pants that are so tight over his hips and ass they might as well be painted on. I moan again, rocking my hips against the delicious length of him, heat slicking the inside of my thighs and soaking through my shorts.
“Still considering it?” Phaedron growls.
His fingers wrap around my thigh as he meets my gaze, his hair spread over my pillow, his chest slick with sweat. I drop my fingertips to trail down his neck, his collarbone, and the scattering of tight curls across his chest. And then the scars, thick white and red bands like frozen tongues of flame spreading from his right shoulder.
He groans when I trace his scars, and his cock pulses against the wet heat between my legs. I bend down, bringing my lips to the broken places, tasting his sweat as I run my tongue over his scars. He throws his head back; his fingers make a fist in the heavy quilt beneath us.
“Alindra,” he pants, his voice thick. “Voids, I can’t—”
I cut him off with a kiss, then ease back, crawling over his body, kissing, licking, tasting, until I reach the place where his cock presses against the laces of his pants so fiercely I swear they’re going to burst apart.
I run my fingers along his waistband, then untie the laces slowly, taking my sweet time, savoring the way Phaedron’s body trembles under mine as the sun falls through the canvas roof of my tent to dance across his chest.
When his cock comes free, I rock back on my heels and run my eyes over the gorgeous man in my bed. His breath catches as our eyes meet, and there’s a moment when he looks almost afraid, like some part of him thinks we would really come this far together only to have me leave him now.
Smiling, I bend forward and press my lips to the ruddy head of his cock. He inhales sharp and sweet; his shaft pulses against my mouth. I lick his salt, run my tongue over the head, and then take him into my mouth. He makes a noise that might be my name as his hips tremble under me.
He’s panting when I pull back, and his legs tremble against the quilt. I stand up just long enough to slip off my shorts. He’s still watching me with that look in his eyes, like he’s afraid I’m going to run.
Stars above. I’m never running again.
