Page 99 of Courting War
No.Absolutely not.His errant thoughts needed to stop.
Her hand fell to his chest, and she stepped closer, her legs straddling his knees. “You really should stop.” Morrigan’s voice was husky and breathless.
The glowing cave light stroked across her face, Kellyn’s heart thrummed wildly in his chest, anticipation coiling in his stomach.
Oh, he wanted her.
Although she tried to intimidate him out of asking questions, her face was soft and pliant, her eyes dripping with the same lust he felt coursing through his bones.
“Who are you?” His voice was rough and thick with need. The need to know the answer and the need toknowher. Intimately.
Morrigan’s breath hitched.
“I told you to stop,” she said, “and now I’ll have to make you.”
She leaned down, and like quicksand, her lips were on his.
The kiss unrelenting in its ferocity.
He stiffened from the shock, but when his brain caught up, he pulled her to him, his fingers curling around the metal snakes holding the remainder of her bodice at her back.
A crash was the only sign she’d dropped the spell book to the ground, freeing her fingers to stroke down his chest.
Running her tongue along his lower lip, she forced him to open to her, and he was happy to oblige.
Oh, gods, she was talented.
He was the woodworker of the pair, but her talent with her hands far outmatched his. She was all power and desire and battle. Kissing her was like waging war. It was all tongues and teeth and nibbling and hands roaming all over his body. It was the culmination of all his dreams and intimate cravings.
He forgot all his questions because all he wanted was to feast on her and be devoured by her.
He’d spent five days wanting her like this. Five days trying to convince himself he didn’t.
But, oh, how he did.
She was unquenched thirst and steeped moon fire—like lightning trapped in a bottle desperately trying to escape. Morrigan was all curves and gunfire—war in human flesh—and she was also home, like fresh-made cookies and mornings next to the hearth.
She washishome.
But he couldn’t admit it because she would never have him, and he would never be worthy of her.
Never good enough.
Never smart enough.
But he could havethismoment.
Kellyn raked his fingers through her hair, ruining her coiffure and pulling her closer. But neither of them cared. Her hair was meant to tumble around her shoulders like dark midnight magic, like spilled ink.
Lust rose in his chest, his heart banging like a bat in a cage, begging for an escape.
Their first kiss had been untamed passion, but this onewas more. It was eternal because now they knew each other, hated each other, liked each other, and wanted each other.
This time, it was more because there was intimacy.
There wasfeeling.
A low growl escaped his throat, and her nails clawed into his back.
