Page 60 of Witch Undecided
“I know.” My heart sank. “I will. Just promise me you won’t try and fight him, please.”
Tor’s jaw ticked. “I promise.”
His gaze dropped between us, and it hit me that I was standing there, wet, soapy, and completely naked.
His gaze darkened and his mouth parted in a soft exhalation. The bond between us flared to life, thrumming with magnetic energy, drawing us closer. Heat spiraled in my belly, licking and teasing. I was suddenly fully aware of how his wet cream tee molded to his defined torso. His scent, forest and pinecones, mingled with his citrusy shower gel and filled my head. I wanted to touch him, to slide my hands under the hem of his shirt and trace the ridges of his abs. I wanted to go south, into his waistband, to touch the silken shaft hidden there. I wanted to fall to my knees and take it in my mouth, taste him deep against the back of my throat.
His chest rose and fell, fast and shallow. “Fuck, Cora, what the fuck?”
I licked my lips, and he tracked the movement. “I know what I want, Cora, and if you don’t stop thinking your filthy thoughts, I’ll forget the boundaries and take it.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why wasn’t this easier? I closed my eyes and reined in the need.
He made a strangled sound, part protest, part exasperation, before grabbing a towel off the rack and handing it to me.
“Go use the shower in my room. Now, Cora, before I forget my promise.”
My stomach flipped hard, and for a moment I was tempted to hold my ground, to see what happened when Tor snapped, but the moment was fleeting. I’d asked for these boundaries and I needed to set the precedent.
I turned away quickly and left the room. I needed to put distance between us before I threw caution to the wind and changed my mind.
Shower and then the hunt. Time to burn off this pent-up tension.
