Page 116 of Courting War
“And I can’t lose you, Theo,” he said into her hair, stroking her stomach. “I won’t.”
Tension electrified her blood, sending sparks throughout her whole body.
Wrecking her.
Theo either needed to fuck him or run from him because it was all too much.
With a sigh, she lost her battle with self-control. “You’re overdressed,” Theo said, water dripping from her cloud of witching-hour hair.
He arched a redwood eyebrow. “Am I?”
Theo gulped, suddenly nervous. What if he didn’t want this as much as she did? What if she read the cues wrong? After all, he’d discovered she was a goddess. Some mortals were too insecure about lying with the divine. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed that . . . you might want . . . me.” She drifted away on a surge of water.
He silenced her by lacing his fingers in her hair and pulling her into another kiss. Their lips collided like soldiers on a battlefield. Gunfire and heat. Theo controlled their first two kisses, but Kellyn was the general this time, barking out orders with his silent cues, talented slick tongue, and powerful arms. Arms that coiled around her waist pulled her to the side of the pool and pinned her against the rocks.
Trapping her like prey to feast on, and damned if she didn’t want that.
Catching his breath, he whispered, “You’re not a villain in my story, Theo.” He stroked the side of her face with his thumb. “You could destroy me at any minute—you’re a god—I accept that as a fact, but I don’t think you will.”
Theo never heard more enchanting, glorious words. Theywere everything. Precisely what she needed; he was what she needed. He was the ceasefire in her War.
“I would never destroy you,” she said, panting, her heart a raging monster in her chest.
“I know.” His voice was a seductive caress.
An errant lock fell over Kellyn’s brow, and she brushed it back behind his ear, her fingertips sliding down the cords of his neck and getting caught in his cravat. She pulled it to her teeth with one finger and untied it with her mouth, her lips lingering on his neck.
When she finished, Kellyn caught her chin with a finger and tipped it up to him, his gaze liquid darkness. Those eyes embraced her with a lustful promise. Naughty and sinful.
Her chest rose with the beats of her heart, and his eyes watched them greedily. The torc around her neck tightened, tension licking at her core and consuming her. Her stomach tumbled with luminescent butterflies.
Oh, she needed this man. Her desire was unending.
A hand traced up her chest, palming a breast, leaving lava in its wake, and increasing her need to unbearable levels. She needed more than his hands on her,now.
But he hadn’t finished playing with her. And in this, she would let him take charge.
He pressed in, pinning her tighter to the rocks, and her legs wrapped around him. “Now, please.” She gasped, her voice shaking with desire.
“Such an impatient goddess.” He cracked a smile, wolfish and wicked. In acts of pleasure, Kellyn was no longer a pure gentleman. He turned into temptation and vice.
Sin in human flesh.
He leaned down to meet her, his lips grazing, soft and gentle. Teasing. Toying.
Oh, this man was going to kill her.
Like a lion pouncing on prey, he deepened the kiss, cupping her head as he invaded her senses. Kellyn tasted like sugar heartsand ravenous cherries and smelled like cedar and leather, and pining.
He plunged a hand into the water and ran it along her thigh as he deepened the kiss even further. Navigating his fingers through the opening in her drawers, he plunged a finger into her core. Theo’s breath hitched. “Kellyn . . .” she gasped, her fingers running over the buttons on his tailcoat, desperately trying to unclothe him as his finger curled and hit her sensitive and glorious spot. “Kel, oh—” he moved a second finger to her clitoris, stroking her to the rhythm of untamed pleasure.
She fell apart, shaking in his arms. It had been so long since she felt this. Only a few strokes had her falling over the edge. Theo couldn’t breathe. Instead, she keened, unable to think for a long moment, but when she regained her thoughts, she noticed something terrible. “You’re still wearing too much clothing.” She moved to remedy the situation quickly, unbuttoning his clothes.
“Yes, I am,” he responded with a leisurely, randy tenor. His second hand met the first on her other thigh, sliding closer to her ass before cupping it and rocking into her. “But so are you.”
She gasped, her fingers wavering from her task. “Naughty.”
“For you?” He smiled, his eyes glittering. “Always.”
