Page 67 of Bargains with Benefits
He smirked, gently resisting my pull. He tilted his head in consideration. “I never expected you to be impatient.”
Heat spun inside me, shooting straight to my core. I was beyond impatient. He seemed to realize as his hand dipped lower. Anticipation flared with each caress of his fingers over my stomach, my thigh, and finally, where I needed him most. He expertly stroked my center, circling my clit. His attention was rapt as he worked, like he sought to memorize each sound I made and each movement that brought them forth. A finger slipped inside me, stealing a gasp from my lungs. Another followed, plunging into the heat of my core, curling and building my pleasure.
“Vincent,” I rasped. His name on my lips was the only reason I could cling to. My mind spun in all directions, my hands gripping his chest, the sheets, his hair, anything to hold me to this moment. I didn’t want to let it go.
“I’ve got you. Always.” His strokes didn’t slow, and his words stoked something else inside me. The image of a partner with whom to share my burdens. A friend with whom to share my joys. And a lover with whom to share my heart. My release crashed through me like a wave of power. My eyes closed, and my limbs liquefied with the future his words promised.
I knew he was right. He had me. He wouldn’t let me go.
He leaned forward to press another kiss to my lips. I chased him as he pulled back. His laugh was a light on the darkest night, like the moon’s light for my soul.
“My turn.” I reached for him. His length was hard and ready between us. I pumped him, lining him up with my entrance.
“Luna,” he spoke through hitched breaths as I worked him.
“Kiss me.”
He granted my request, leaning down into another scorching kiss. As he did, I guided him to where I needed him. A gasp slipped from my lips as our bodies connected—a rightness filling me as I stretched to accommodate him. My head fell back against the pillow.
“Are you alright?” Worry laced his voice.
“I’m fine. Just let me enjoy this for a minute.”
Somehow, I could hear the smirk curve his lips through his chuckle, though I refused to lift my head to confirm it. “Take all the time you need.” I clenched around him, and his lips were on mine again. My hands reclaimed their place in his hair. “I’m going to start believing you only want me for my hair,” he said between kisses.
“It’s quite perfect. I’m not sure how you manage it.” His wind slid over my clit, stealing my breath as he started to move.
“Wind-assisted perfection,” he replied, as his wind assisted in ways that had nothing to do with his hair. It stoked the building heat as he thrust deeper and deeper inside me.
“I could get used to this,” I breathed.
“Good.” His lips were on mine again, and there was no more space for words as our bodies united in building pleasure. His hand was on my breast, mine in his hair. Our tongues slid against each other at every opportunity. I was at the cliff’s edge again, looking over, and this time, I knew Vincent was with me. We may have started this relationship with our own goals and desires, but they’d merged somewhere along the way. A joint desire to stand with each other. To support each other. To partner together through whatever life brought. It was intoxicating to know someone was as focused on my pleasure as I was on theirs. Before I finished the thought, the warmth of his wind applied perfect pressure, sending me barreling over the cliff. He followed, his wind circling us as we fell together.
31
Vincent
The scent of moonflower and juniper lingered in the bedroom the following day. Luna’s magic must have rolled off her in waves under the full moon. It would make sense; it had to make itself known somehow. My arm was draped over her hip, her back to my stomach. I pulled her closer, burying my nose in the wild curls of her hair splayed across the pillow. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. She wanted me, maybe as much as I wanted her.
“Vincent.” The soft sound of my name on her lips had me brushing her hair aside to grant myself access to her skin. I pressed a kiss to the place where her neck and shoulder met. She scooted farther into me, tilting her head to expose more.
My wind stirred, a warm breeze stealing through the strands of her hair. She was mine. I dragged my lips over her skin. Her taste was a flavor I would savor. A taste I hadn’t come close to fully exploring.
She wiggled against me as I paused my exploration to nip and suck the column of her neck. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
“Try me,” she said, her voice teasing as she wiggled again.
I didn’t think, only moved, rolling her to her back as I slid down her still-naked body. My hands caressed curves I’d only begun to map. My gaze raked over every inch of her, staring up at her through hooded lashes as I took in all she offered.
“So beautiful. And all mine.” The words were an offering to this woman who’d splashed into my life and for whom I’d fallen deep and fast.
“All yours.” Her hands were in my hair again, and though I teased her, I’d never grow tired of the attention. I leaned into her touch even as I planted kisses at the curve of her hip and her stomach and nipped her thigh. Nails scraped my scalp as I journeyed lower. I felt the moment her head fell back against the pillow, her fingers stretching and flexing in my hair—both relaxing and tightening their grip all at once. It was the exact moment my tongue slid across her center.
She shivered beneath me, her body already greedy for the next stroke—one I desperately wanted to provide. One hand held her steady as I tasted her again, a long, slow exploration of every movement of her body. She almost vibrated in anticipation as I paused, letting the suspense build her pleasure.
“You’re teasing me,” she breathed.
“I’m savoring.” My tongue plunged into her heat, unable to show further restraint.
