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“We best go,” he said abruptly.
She nodded, grabbed the sack, and hurried out the door.
He followed after, first taking a deep breath and giving the wall a punch.
Odran explained that the snowstorm would probably last a few days and that they would be snowbound, though not to worry. Bliss’s cottage was stocked with all they needed.
Reeve rolled his eyes to the heavens in gratitude. He’d have Tara all to himself for days on end, and he intended to make love to her as often as possible, in every which way possible. And he’d start as soon as they got there. He’d have to; he’d have no other choice since riding like this, with her bottom tightly against him, had him on the verge of exploding.
She shifted against him for the third time, and he tightened his arm around her waist. “Sit still,” he whispered harshly in her ear. “That tight bottom of yours bumping against me is tormenting the hell out of me.”
“And what do you think that bulge of yours is doing to me?”
He knew as soon as the words spilled from his lips and his hand moved beneath her cloak that he was causing them both a world of agonizing ache, but it didn’t stop him.
“Let’s see,” he said, and his hand found its way beneath her dress and shift, slipping up her leg, tickling across her thigh, and settling between her legs, where his fingers slipped their way inside her.
Tara let out a soft, “Oh my!”
“I can feel what it’s doing to you,” he whispered, and then teased along her ear with a nibble. “You’re wetter than you were before.”
“You shouldn’t—”
“Ah, but I want to.”
“You can’t—”
“I can.”
“I’ll come,” she whispered.
“Not this time,” he murmured against her ear. “This time you wait for me.”
“I can’t wait—”
“You will. I’ll make you.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Oh, but it is,” he murmured. “This time we climax together.”
She shuddered against him, and he chuckled.
“I promise you a most memorable ride now and when we arrive.”
Chapter 27
Tara had tried to wiggle free of Reeve’s teasing touches, but she had only managed to make it worse. It seemed the more she moved, the deeper inside her he went. She had finally resorted to pleading, but he had just grinned.
Finally, she had threatened. “I will return this torture one day.”
Reeve had laughed. “Is that a promise?”
She had remained quiet after that, biting at her bottom lip to prevent the heated moans from bubbling over. Reeve had continued to fuel the fire he had started, detailing things he intended to do to her in soft, hungry whispers that stained her cheeks molten red.
So by the time they arrived at Bliss’s cottage, she was ready to ravage him. And damn if after all the begging for him to stop, when he finally did, she was disappointed. Her only thought was that he had to finish what he had started, or she would kill him.
The thought struck her like a splash of ice-cold water to the face. Good Lord, what had she been thinking? If she made love with him, the curse would kill him. She had allowed her need, her never-ending ache for him, to blind her to what she must do.
