Page 88 of Bound
Chapter 31
Gage
Thunder rolls through my ears, the sound harsh. Annoying. I bury my face into something warm and sweet-scented.
“Then close the doors.” The voice is feminine, sleepy, and amused.
I sit up fast. Too fast.
Everything spins and I hold a hand to my head. Shit. It’s not quite a hangover, but close. I blink and glance down.
Amoret peers up at me from the mess of pillows and tossed blankets that is her bed. Her golden hair is like a damn waterfall over the sheet and she is nude next to me. Beautiful.
Turning my head, I take in the soft patter of rain as it hits the grass and the low pool in the garden. The breeze spilling through the space is thick with humidity, and I know as soon as it stops raining, it will be even hotter.
I climb from the bed and close the panels. Cool twilight shields the space now, and the vent on the ceiling blasts cold air across my shoulders.
She rolls onto her side, watching me. The smile she gives me is like sun through storm clouds.
I cross my arms. “What?” I ask.
“You’re not a morning person, are you?”
“Not without coffee.”
Her lips tremble. She sits up, crossing her lean legs. The soft curve of her stomach bunches, and it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. My length stirs to life. Not that it needed much help. Her vibrant eyes dip down, taking in my body’s reaction.
A flush stains her cheeks. “Parts of you are awake.”
I arch a brow. “I still need coffee.” My eyes roam from her tousled blonde locks down to her knees and the shadowed junction of her thighs. “Or something else.”
She climbs from the bed and prowls toward me. That is the only word I have for the sexy sashay of her hips, the power in her walk.
The hunger in her eyes.
As she reaches me, I let my arms fall. Her hands slide up my chest. The touch is tentative, but it sears through me. My eyes scour her face. There is no sign of pain, but … “How do you feel?” I ask.
“Hot,” she teases.
I grip her hands, holding them against me. “I’m serious, Amoret. Are you hurting?”
“I used your fire to heal myself during …” She trails off, the cut of her eyes shy now.
Lifting one of her hands, I lay a kiss over her palm, the pad under her thumb, the pulse in her wrist. “So no ache?”
“None but the one being near you always seems to cause.”
I drop her hands and lift her at the waist, drawing a startled but pleased sound from her. She wraps her legs around me. Her heat is slick over my front, ready.
Thank the gods.
I lay her out on the bed and follow her down, seeking her lips with mine. She raises up to meet me, a hungry little mewl leaving her. I swallow the sound and tease along her entrance. She is wet, tight. And so hot.
Her head falls back as I slip a digit inside her, those swollen lips parted in rapture. I dip my head and lave at one peaked nipple as she rides my hand, her hips rolling to keep the pressure just where she wants it.
She slips her hands into my hair. I growl. But I can’t tell if the sound is a warning or need. Her eyes flutter, but she tugs the tie free, spilling my hair down the side of my face and onto the bed.
I lift from her body.
