Page 93 of The Sea Witch
“Touch.” she said. “The best way to balance.”
He was briefly still. Then he stroked his palm along her skin. Energy faintly sparkled within her.
“We could do more,” she murmured. Her gaze flicked to his mouth. “If you’re willing.”
After a moment, he leaned close. His breath was warm over her. The moment held, stretched out.
Slowly, slowly, he brushed his lips across hers. The lightest of touches, and yet it made her purr. He was warm and soft and firm.
“Tell me yes, Ben.” Her words were husky as they rasped across his mouth. “Tell me this is what you want.”
“I want this. I wantyou.” He cupped her head with his hands, angling her so that their mouths met. They kissed deeply, taking long drugging tastes of each other. She held tightly to him as he pulled her closer.
“Touch me,” she urged.
“Tell me where. Show me what you like.”
She again took his hand in hers and stroked it down her throat. She glided his palm over her collarbone before moving lower and then—
She moaned when she brought his hand to cup her breast through her bodice. His hand was large, surrounding her completely.
“Ah, God.” He gave a low rumble.
He dipped his hand beneath the neckline of her bodice to find her nipple. His fingers were callused and the rasp againsther flesh made her writhe. When he gave her nipple a slight pinch, she arched up with a cry.
“Too much?” he asked, pulling back.
“Keep going.”
He seemed to grow more confident, caressing her with rough care.
“The feel of you.” He growled against her neck, then licked the flesh there. “Yourtaste.”
“Ben,” she panted.
A glow began to emanate from her, golden and radiant. It enveloped them both as it grew in strength. As it expanded, so, too, did her power, coursing through her like liquid lightning.
Arousal and desire rose sharply. Her own pleasure climbed higher, stoked by the flame of his hunger.
“I need more,” she said breathlessly. “Will you give it to me?”
“I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Your hand on me.”
“Between your legs?” His cheeks were flushed, his eyes fever bright.
“My cunt. Yes.”
He kissed her again, his tongue stroking against hers. She moaned her encouragement when he began to gather up her skirts.
“Take off my stockings,” she murmured.
He quickly undid her garter and slid her stocking off to cast it aside, all reserve gone.
“May I touch your legs?” he asked.
“Goddess, yes.”
